Cortés shrugged slightly. He thought he saw someone in the distance, even howling. He assumed Nida, but apparently it was merely a figment of his imagination. Damn. Either way he moved on, checking on the territory's border. Occasionally he marked them himself, when they seemed to faded, relieving his bladder along the trail. With a contented sigh, he'd turn back, head skyward as he watched the clouds. The calm before the storm, he knew. The future held little mystery to cortes. It was always the same. Strife, hardship, and the occasional death. Blood would be spilled. For now though, there was a calm serene. The lull before the quake. Cortes rolled his shoulders then, and settled his gaze down to earth. He'd need to teach his student before his big plans. With everyone seeming bored lately, he had the grandest idea. An idea that had been taking root ever since they came upon this den. He only needed to pitch the idea to his Tsar. Perhaps the would allow it to come to fruition...
Ammir had moved his sore frame back to the den after Cinn had come by to 'get them' in actuallity she walked half way and howled for them. But it had worked none the less! Male could catch scent's easily unless they were ranke, like the pup mote had been. Damn that child had stunk enough for a dud nose to catch. Shaking his head lightly he'd move to the den and lay himself down and slept for a bit as his body healed. (for days prior cause i never got to say he actually got here.) Though he didn't jsut sit there the entire time. Not knowing all that he could trully do yet, he'd at least walk aorund trying to ignore the pain in his ass. Yet it was a blessing! His tail didn't flick and wiggle, and throw dust everywhere! God it was amazing! Looking around male would shrug and start to trot back to the den and smiled widely as he at least saw one person up! Crazed yellow red eyes would look to him and he'd bark. "Hello! Are you another member!? I'm New to the pack." The young tail-less lad would ask..
Cortés halted his movements when another came forth. Eager in many ways that reminded him of Val. Cortes fidgeted slightly, and turned to fully face the man. "New?" He looked the guy over, eye rolling to take in all of him. "I see. And what is your name, mi amigo?" Cortes lowered himself, tail swaying slightly behind him. It seemed there was always someone within the pack he had yet to meet. Whether a new face, or old. Though since Cortes' first day there, he had steadily went up in the hierarchy, busy doing missions, tasks, and whatnot. Cortes had yet to simply sit down and have a nice conversation. It was always fight this, beat that, kill this. Not that he minded, that was how he grew up, but sitting down meeting folk wasn't so bad either. Cortes would smile brightly. "I am Cortes, I do not know if you have heard of me. If not, I am la Soldat of Vechnyy."
Ammir would perk his ears forward as he listened to him speak. Head tilting to the side as foot would stomp the ground out of habit. Usually his tial would be there to stomp, nope it wasn't. And that pulled a big grin to the males face as he thought of it. Though at the name being said and his own being asked he'd nod. "It's a Pleasure Cortes (cause i can't get the tilda?) I'm Amir! ANd! I'm exctied to be here, cause I got my tail ripped off!" he'd say out of no where. and then would slightly nod his head, hearing the rank. "Ohhh So yeah. Could you tell me more about what goes on here. Since the loss of my tail i've not interacted much with everyone." he'd say looking around some. He'd met drak, who took his tail. MEt Cin who showed him the new home, mote, the stinky pup, bable who liked his face and then Monro, who he didn't really meet but saw. Boy was young and didn't know the full happenings yet, and how missions and ranks all went even if his player did!
Ghastly had found whatever was left of the beaver she had managed to bring back yesterday and polished it off. Belly now not running on empty, Ninfa took the time to bathe. Even though her main aim was to take a dip, she also decided to check the borders at the same time. They were done first, however not without a slight accident, as she was bombarded by some crazy-ass eagle... her skinny ass must have tempted the fucking thing to try and carry her off. Honestly, if it had managed to get a good grip it would of, but she managed to twist around in the tackle and clamp down on one of its claws. Bones cracked and the bird then released, flapping furiously as it took off, injured foot distended. Ninfa was left with a few puncture wounds, a couple of bald patches from the scuffle and a very fucking dirty pelt. Well. Quickly scrambling to her paws she bolted towards the river and bathed quickly, before heading back to the den. Upon arrival, she immediately noticed Cortes, but avoided him as if he had the plague. A couple other unknowns were also noticed, but the spectral figure simply slunk into the scene in her usual submissive posture and tucked herself at the base of the rocky outcropping.
Cortés held back a chuckle. Oh so much like Val. She doted on Cortes because he took her ear, and now this young man was excited because his tail was gone. But really, Cortes had been lie that because Vadimir took his ear as well! They were all a bunch of crazies. Loco! But whatever. "Ah, si. Our pack, la familia, is big on strength. Fighting is our life. We grew up with it, and so we train hard. We have missions, tasks. There is always something to do." He paused, lifting a paw around to sweep slightly of the area. "Strengthen the borders, spar, gather information and the like. Then you shall rise up in importance." He didn't divulge more, it was up to the Tsars to ensure the indivdual's learned in detail. Though him sharing tidbits of information wasn't so bad either. Cortes grinned, and was just about to say more, when Ghastly came through. His body perked, his eye quickly shooting in the woman's direction, however her sullen attitude from the day prior and even now made him wince inwardly. Clearly he'd done something to upset. A part of him wanted to demand to know why she was acting that way, and another part didn't want to care. In the end, he stood up, and nodded slightly at the man. "Lo siento, mi amigo. I must speak to her." With that he'd tail after her, his expression turning angry. "What is the meaning of this, Ninfa?"
Ammir:listened to the male, picking up on the accent and his maw would open slightly as he'd listen intently. "I like your accent!" he'd straight up say then and then noticed the female. Eyes would quickly scan over her as he'd smile slightly, damn she lookd good. Then again alot of the females here looked good! Male would perk up a bit and move torwards her. "Welll hello there gorgeous." he'd say to her with a smile then looked back to Cortes as he spoke. "Ohhhh I know these lands really well. Grew up here roaming aorund. I know wher esome of the packs are, but never really interacted with them all." he'd say with a quick nod then paused as he said he needed to speak to the white grey woman. Oh was something already going on there? Boy hadn't picked up on the sullen mood, but how could he when he'd been mostly on his own with everything. Till he'd joined this pack at least. Though Instead of walking away and giving them their privacy he'd sit his rump down with a small yipe as he'd bumped the nub against hte ground.. ohhh that shot a sharp wave of pain through his spine for a moment.
Ghastly may have cleaned herself up, but the puncture wounds taken across her back from that bigass eagle's claws still seeped blood. Streaks of red began to run through her pallid coat, though they had swollen and numbed so Ninfa couldn't feel them. Besides, she was distracted as she picked her brain as she listened to Cortes' silly foreign accent, lacing the silly foreign words he spewed to the unknown lad. Ninfa simply heaved a heavy sigh, gaze dropping to the ground - until she heard him excuse himself. Uh... gaze and ears lifted, head turned, her eyes came to find the Spaniard advancing upon her with a rather angrily contorted expression. Uh oh indeed... at his question she almost instantly flattened her ears and slowly dropped her head, spine arching and tail tucking away sheepishly as she crouched into a non-threatening position. "What do you mean?" Out came that voice, cold and biting now, rather than the whispery chill he'd known from her beforehand.
Cortés he'd eye the woman, his eye narrowing and his body ready to lunge forward. Anger wasn't an emotion he liked to feel. It clouded his mind and affected his judgement. But this woman was getting beneath his skin. Was it because of her condition that she was like this? Because of her mental state? He'd seen dogs take some damage upon their skulls, and change their personalities, but he didn't know the same had occured to her, though he suspected. Still it was hard to be understanding when you were experiencing such a thing first hand. "You know exactly what I mean," he'd bark, his voice high. Hearing himself, he forced his tone to go softer, his whispers still harsh. "You promised to be my Princesa, but you are acting like un brujita!" [sorry running back and forth. errands]
Ghastly's submissive, yet irritated expression fell apart at his words. Her snout lost its wrinkles and her brows were raised, however her ears remained flattened and her body crouched. Instead her head drew forwards, and her brow furrowed with confusion. "I... I don't," she tentatively corrected him, hoping not to push his anger over the edge. The last thing she needed right now was another fucking hole in her skin sobbing the red stuffs. The punctures in her back began to sting now, and she subconsciously rolled a shoulder in discomfort. Her attention remained wholly on Cortes, however. "I'm sorry," her voice began to break as she felt as if her throat had tied itself into a knot, and she swallowed, "I.. I can't remember. I can't remember your voice... but I know I know it. I just can't..." her eyes searched his, that one single eyeball, then flitted across to the other. A gaping hole, where the other should have sat. Nothing. She looked down to her paws. "Not even my name."
Cortés looked toward Ammir briefly before turning back to Ghastly. His expression softened. So his thoughts were true. Her memories were scattered. Her own name was missing to her. He sighed, and watched the woman intently. After a while, he spoke. "You do not have to go through this alone. I can help you. Your name, it is not Ninfa. This is my name to you. From what you told me. Itis Ghastly."
Valiria was returning to teh new territory, unsuccessful in her hunt for diplomatic relations again. It seemed this would be her first failure in the pack. hat would take some time living down..Oh well. Sore and a bit dissapointed in herself, the mutt's posture was not as high and prideful as usual. Her sickle tail hung low and an annoyed glare was on her face. The closed she got to the courtyard, the more cranky and impatient she got. It took the sight of her mentor to bring a slight amount of joy to her, curled tail wagging slowly. Val trotted forward, violet gaze resting on the other canines in he bunch. She recognized Ghastly, but ot the brown furred one. Gal gave a nod to the stranger, a narrowed gaze to Ghastly, and a friendly lick to her mentor. Valiria was still mffed with Ghas' display of disrespect towards her cherished mentor and hero fom the other day. Hmm. "Ello." she grunted, as she parked her bum beside Cortes.
Ghastly blinked, not really expecting his response. If anything, she expected a beat-down and that would be it, but no, instead he softened and offered help. She herself allowed her head and ears to raise slightly at this, and her frown faded. She listened, and was genuinely surprised and interested when he gave her an alternative to Ninfa. "I..." she began, but became caught up in her own words, "thankyou." She simply offered, nodding, and briefly flashing a smile of gratitude. She picked through her brain then but Ghastly brought her nothing. "I prefer Ninfa, if that's--" she cut herself off as another arrived, one she had very briefly seen before, always next to the Spaniard. Perhaps a little fangirl? The spectre simply offered her a short, sweet nod. "Hello." The pale woman wasn't known for talking much.
Cortés heard approaching steps. Thinking it that man from before, Cortes would turn swiftly, only to see that it was Val. He nodded slightly, though felt the slight tension radiating off the young woman. He'd frown in her direction, and grunt. A warning not to try anything. He didn't want or need a fight to break out among the woman. He'd turn to look upon Ghastly again, and nod. "If this is what you desire." He'd sit down then, his body coiled though, should she run. He was not allowing her the luxury of running away. Not this time. "If you remember nothing, I shall tell you all that I know." He paused, thinking back to when they first met. In actuality, she had been really secretive. Completely on her own, even when meeting Cortes. He knew jack shit. Fuck. "We met many days ago, I do not know exactly." Unfortunately he had no concept of time. "But you were very submissive to me. Sweet, like a Ninfa. It means Nymph. A forest nymph who graces the forest." He paused look toward Val and felt completely embarressed. He cleared his throat and continued. "Any case, you joined my pack, after I warned you about it. You did not heed my warnings, and you became one of us. You accepted that fate. I aalso warned you of me, yet you seem to always find me. I told you if you kept by my side, you'd be my Princesa." He sighed then. "The avalanche came next. The earth shook and snow piled on. We tried to flee down the mountain but you fell. I dragged you away, but you awoke and was missing. Some how you found us, I'm sure you remember that at least."
Valiria would give Ghastly one more look, before her attention turning to Cortes. His warning was acknowledged with a grunt of her own. Gal would listen to the conversation between the two, somehwat curious. So thisd Ghastly had somewhat of an established relationship with her mentor. That madea bit more sense then. Hmm. She couldn't imagine someone challenging Cortes like that, especially in Vechnyy. How could this frail creature want to join such a band of warriors? Ah, she must be in love with Cortes, chasing after her lover or some pathetic shit like that. Whatever, her motives were, it made no sense to Val. "Why have ya come here then?" she asked the grey woman curiously. "With us lot. You don't seem much a fighter yourself." If she was in Vechnnyy, Valiria may as well get to know her.
Ghastly's eyes examined the dark lady's pretty face momentarily before the Spaniard spoke up again. Yes, it's what she wanted. But... she thought for a moment. His name to her...? It was not clear, but she got it. Perhaps he would prefer it to stay that way. So, she turned that brightened moonlit gaze back upon the other woman's own of royal amethyst. "I'm Ghast." A pleasant nod was given, and even a smile flashed. Then she looked back to Cort, and listened intently as he span the tale for her. Yet, that was all it was; pictured not as memory, but as a story, written and envisioned with only concept. She slowly nodded as he finished. "Yes. I remember the confusion." She gave a disheartened chuckle as her attempt at a lighthearted tone simply diminished, eyes falling back down to the dirt. Though she looked back up at him briefly and managed to begin thanking him for the story before the other lady interrupted. Ghastly's attention switched to her, curious expression shifting to something more... amused. "Oh, well," she began, voice taking an icily smooth tone, "we don't all have to fight to get what we want." Her voice trailed into a low, almost whisper as she craned her head forwards slightly towards the gal. After flashing a smile, Ghastly stood and shook her coat out. The puncture wounds were stinging and becoming rather uncomfortable as the blood clotted. Releasing a deep, relieved sigh, she settled again and turned her attention back towards Cortes. "So... am I yours, then? I mean... your Princesa..." she briefly averted her eyes. "I mean, it sounds like princess... but surely, someone like you cannot have found affection for someone like.. me." She coughed up a bemused laugh of disbelief. Look at her! So frail and weak! Worth nothing more than the chewing one would have her bones.
Cortés took a step away from both girls, a minor shift so that he wasn't in the middle of them both, all this estrogen was going to his head. He cleared his throat once more as the two talked to eachother. Then... Then that question. Hiss fur bristled and he snapped his head to the woman. "Ah, si. It does..." he trailed the words and lowered his gaze. He didn't know how to talk to women. Not at all. Diverge, his old flame, had been snarky, sarcastic. He was able to trade blows with her. This was different. Tender, affectionate. Oh god. "This is something we discuss in private, Ninfa." He took a look at Val, then at Ghastly. He couldn't take it. He stood up, and hurriedly walked in the other direction. "Food, be back later!"
Surprise!! HAVE SOME FISH -missing some posts before this one-
Vadimir still knew not a lick of Spanish. But... perhaps he should remedy that? He had someone who spoke the language fluently right in front of him, so why not? But that would have to wait for another time. There were other matters afoot. Like Yusef, a thundercloud seemed to hang over the spaniard, and Vad hadn't the foggiest why that was. What was wrong, what had happened? WHY WAS HE ALWAYS COMFORTING PEOPLE? Vad gave Cort a nod, though he moved no closer than he already had. No need to get the guy riled up, if there was no need. Hell, he didn't know what he could do in this situation. Except wait and see what it was all about. "Und it iz my duty to help you in your endeavorz, votever it might be, to enzure zat ve all prosper. Zo, Cortez. Speak." And when he did, it took everything Vad had to not allow his jaw to hit rock bottom. Vadimir Eyes would be alternatively hidden and revealed in a series of rapid blinks, but soon he inhaled, and any and all traces of surprise drifted away. Okay, so Cort and Zod did the dirty. Not surprising, right? They were both hot. He'd just... never expected either one of them to be interested in other males. Cort more so than Zod, anyway. "Und? Did you both.... enjoy yourzelves?" What... what else was he supposed to say. Cort looked so down-trodden, like someone had stolen his pony. But Vad couldn't reason in his head how sex could have been bad. "Did he not like it?" Perhaps Zod beat the crap out of Cort or something. Tsar was grabbing at straws, but he was determined to get the hang of this... 'nice' thing down. Even if he sucked at it.
(23:40:20) Valiria was like a shadow in Vechnyy. No one noticed when she was gone, in fact she often fancied going on excursions to find food, information, or just to go out and do strength exercises for days at a time. The past two, however, she'd been out completing the assignment Cort had given her after her first lesson. The husky mix had been traveling along the river, searching for plentiful fishing grounds, which had taken almost a day in itself, mostly due to the fact the fishing grounds were found in other pack's territories, and they were pretty dry. Figuratively speaking, of course. So, Valirie practically leaped at the sight of those shimmering scales milling about in the water. Long story short, Valiria had spent hours, HOURS trying to catch the little buggers. In the process, she rolled her ankle, which certainly slowed down. BUT, determined to prove her worth to the impressive Spaniard who had taken her under his metaphorical wing, gal stayed on it.By the end of the day, she had 10, freshly snagged trout. Exhausted, but bursting with pride, Valiria gathered up her slippery prizes. It seemed the speed and strength training of the whole event was only a minor task, in comparison to her having to figure out how to collect the bastards. 10 fish, 10 wet, some still flopping about, reasonably sized fish. Carefully, she arranged em by their tails, as best she could, what with some of the more alive ones still squirming every now and then, and pulled em as she could. In the course of her return to the packlands, she had lost about 3. Hmmph. Honestly, was quite dissapointed in herself for that, 7 fish wasn't nearly as impressive as ten. Oh well. When Val spotted Cort, who seemed to be uncomfortable by the looks of it, talkign to HIS Maestro, she trotted over, paws sore (specifically her right front paw, rolled earlier and all, probably sprained). At a good distance, she released the fish with an awkward, but messy throw, at her mentor. Well, she was supposed to attack on site! So, what better way to get a head start than to make a distraction? So once her flopping, slippery prizes had made their way to her mentor, she'd leap forward, jaws open, paws ready to push on him. Her grip aimed at his neck, and her paws for whatever part of him they could push. He was a bit bigger than her, much more bulky and strong, so the tackle might not land, after all she was in a spot of pain and pretty exhausted. Though, soem effort was better than none
(19:44:50) Cortés was right in the middle of speaking to his mentor, when the sound of foot fall was heard. He turned then, to take in the individual who had dared to disturb the deep conversation in which he held with Vad. However before he could even make out a form, the a rather floppy fish went sailing, landing right before Cortes. It took him by surprise and he swiftly moved to back up a step, however he was far too late to do anything about the other moving body. This one bigger than a fish, and faster. Thankfully though, he was cautious enough to move his shoulder straight on the girl's path. Of course though, that left his nape open for attack. He felt the dull pain of her jaws, and even stumbled on his feet, his legs moving backward with the effort of her velocity. Any embarrassment he had while talking to Vad about his personal affairs, was forgotten. Excitement ran along his system, and joy began to blossom within his heart like a flower. His pupil managed to surprise him Using the environment around her, she had succeeded. Still, he wasn't about to make this take down easy for her. So with her hooked onto his nape, he yanked his body backward, the action hopefully making the woman drag her body so that her footing would be imbalanced, and then propelled his body forward within the next split second. This action would hopefully make the woman dislodge, seeing as how he was going against her mouth, rather than pulling away. His jaws of course, while this is all happening, would aim for the woman's neck as well, right on the side where tender under neck met scruff.
(19:55:13) Valiria. Her footing, was indeeed, not solid. So when Cortes pulled back, she lost grip on the soft soil. Flailed kicks would come next, as Valiria would try to regain her balance. Her grip stayed strong on the male's scruff, as it was her only secure 'foothold' of sorts. Though, when he pulled forward, that would fall to shit. The unexpected, opposite, force would cause her grip on her mentor's neck to slip, and her to crash down on the dirt. With an oof, and some of the breath knocked out of the gal, she landed on her back. A wave of pain worked through her, but this did not distract her. As Cortes would lunge fore her neck, Val wuold kick hard, forward. Her position left a lot to be bitten at, the angle whcih she hit left the mutt lying on her back, beully up. So her hind and forelegs were going forward, strikign at what they could. Depending on Cort's position, her paws could strike against his neck and chest, her hind legs at his forelegs and maybe even his bellly. Though, it all depended on his own angle of attack, either way, gal wouldn't let him latch on that easily. So, when his jaws struck her neck, her kicks would become stronger, aided by the ache of his jaws on her throat. His original aim may not have been that, but circumstances of Val's thrashing and fall would likely make it so. Remembering the uncomfortable, frigthening pain of being choked by his jaws before, Val's strikes would be more furious, fast, and likely not very accurate. Anything would be done to keep him from getting to her trachea
(20:06:21) Cortés's plan worked, and thus he felt slight victory. He wouldn't celebrate though, since this was far from over. He took hold of her neck, his body feeling the blow by blow upon his underside. It hurt like hell, but the pain was amazing. It was little secret that Cortes behaved like a closet masochist, so when she continued to kick, he remained hovering above the woman. A split second later, he lowered himself so that he was sitting atop her, hoping to stop some movement from the woman's lower body. His jaws were securely locked, but he didn't add pressure. Instead he moved his whole head, not harshly, and not cruelly. He moved as if he was nuzzling into her throat, his eye closed, and his whole being merely quiet, almost waiting. The pain down below had grown, with all the fuss and the kicking, he was sure he would have many bruises, and probably a nick or two somewhere, bleeding maybe. Either way, he remained seated atop her, tail wagging slightly behind him.
(20:21:18) Valiria would've expected Cort to go to choking her again, granted it would make the fight a hell of a lot shorter and difficult for her, but what he did next completely dumbfounded her. He..sat on her. The weight of her mentor made it much more difficult to kick and squirm, well it made her stop kicking with her hind legs completely (since they'd be ineffective anywho) Though, the moment got stranger when Cort nudged into her throat, eye closed. It wasn't an agressive move, it didn't hurt her much what with his grip and teeth on her being not the most comfortable thing anyways, but it was unfamiliar. Val didn't understand what it was about, and certainly wasn't paying attention or aware of Cort's enjoying of the whole affair. When she noticed his tail wagging however, thats when she realized it was time to do something. Not that she was angry or upset, but that ithe wagging made her think Cort was seeing her as being lazy. So, with her forepaws availalbe, she pushed and kicked at his neck and stomach as hard as she could, while thrashing herself about, attempts to dsilodge the male's grip from her throat. It seemd Valiria was still not sure how to get out of the grips of her mentor. Everytime she seemed to be stuck, and that would need to be fixxed if she was going to make progress.
(20:28:57) Cortés would feel the fight drain from his student. Though initially he wanted her to give up. To give in. The fact that she fought even at the last moment, despite her dire position, gave Cortes a slight moment of pride. Her undying fight was what made him blink, and then remove himself completely. Though her thrashing clipped him on his chin as he moved backward, and he bit his tongue. Damn. Blood dribbled from his cut, but it was nothing to cry over. Still he was impressed. Cortes rolled his shoulders and moved to circle the girl, his eye alight with joy. "Mi querido, you have made me happy with your progress." He would move, watching her intensely as he continued on, hopefully landing himself right in front of the woman. "You have succeeded in surprising me," he paused and grinned, blood pooling down with a mixture of his saliva and sweat. "You may have failed a portion of this test, but you certainly passed in others. You have made me proud on this day."
(20:39:02) Valiria wouldn't admit it, but she was relieved when her mentor got off her. Almost immediately, she sprung up. Girl would've happily lunged back at her Maestro for another row, but she was fairly exhausted, and the blood dribbling off her mentor's chin gave her a pang of guilt. Violet gaze traced him as he circled her, sickle tail wagging. His words filled her with pride and joy, beyond pleased that he had made him proud. Honestly, Cort's opinon of her mattered more than her victories and losses. As long as she was doing well, and Cort was pleased with his progress, she was happy. "Thank you, Maestro. It's with your teaching that I've thrived!" Val rushed forward, giving him affectionate licks, tail wagging happily. "I thank you so, so much for taking me under your wing." She paused, sitting quite close to him. "Thank you, Maestro." Her expression would scream 'you mean the world to me', but her words were short and vague. Valiria really did value Cortes, more than anyone she had met, but whatever those feelings were and evolved into, they would be kept to herself. For now she needed to focus on her training, and making her teacher happy. Her growing smile was wipe away quickly, as she sprung up on her feet. Girl stiffled a rising whine as pain from her sprained paw rippled tghrough her. "Maestro, can I get you anything? Food? I'd help clean you up but," she laughed a bit. "Not quite sure ho to clean that up." Val nodded, toward him. Well, how the hell would anyone clean a would to the tongue? Not really possible anyways.
(20:56:26) Cortés's expression softened at her words. He was happy to have a student. It made him happy to...to what exactly? Be around someone who appreciated him? Did he really feel so under appreciated, that any form of affection or praise, was enough to make him swoon? Mentally he shuddered, but physically he kept on with the smiles. He cleared his throat, and shook his head. "No, I am well, thank you." He would turn, looking for Vad, but no longer seeing him. He sighed. He had wanted to explain his idea to hold a tournament, and his chance to do so had vanished. He grunted and turned to look back at Val. "I want you come with me soon, perhaps tomorrow or within the coming days, to visit our territorial neighbors. It's time to make friends, I think." He would then move forward, by passing the woman, but continuing his speech. "For now, I want you to practice your take down technique." He moved toward the treeline, spying a lone tree within the courtyard. Sap pooled from multiple places of the trunk, perfect spots to use as a mark, or bulls-eye, if you will. He moved to grab some leafy greens that had fallen, and would lift them, plucking them meagerly by his teeth, and would stick them right onto the sappy tree. When he was done, there was three markers upon the trunk its self, bright in it's green coloration. One within the very center of the tree, the other upon two branches that stuck out on either end. Not the best substitutes for limbs, but it would have to do. He would point with his nose at the centered one, but his eye was clear on the girl. "This will represent the throat. Practice your aim." He would then point is nose on the leaf that was stuck upon the base of a branch. "These represent limbs. Notice the bulk of these branches. I want these branches torn off." He would then move toward the woman, his smile firmly in place. "You did well, I am proud. Drink, eat, and rest. Then continue your training." He would then shove off to hunt or gather information.
(21:03:30) Valiria watched her mentor pace around, excited for the next task he had in store. Tail wagged happily as he explained. Mettign the neighbors? OH shit, that was a task Drak had given her a while ago. She didn't deliver on that, unfortunately. Hopefully the Tsar would be ok with that when the two would return with info this time. Hmmm. It seemed every adventure around the strange territory was with these two. "I look forward to it!" she said happily, though the topic changed quickly for her homework. Violet eyes watched as Cort set up her practice tree. If her paw wasn't totally killing her, and she had more nergy, she'd get started right then and there. For now, she'd just nod and listen, then watch as her mentor went off about his buisness. Oh how she hoped she could be like him, and get closer to him but she wont admit that to herself nopee