Searching for guidance
10-28-2016, 10:44 PM
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One thing Ray had wanted to learn for some time now, was the ability to fight. She never had a chance to get around to her, and her friendly giant of a father hadn't given her many pointers. She had been too young to train before her kidnapping, at least thats what her father had told her. She brushed away the familiar, bitter feelings aimed at her father and strolled out onto the bleak grounds of the battlefield. There was some danger in stepping out into this open place and calling forth for a mentor, but it was a risk she was going to take. She had always been bold, and her adventures had only mildly curbed it. She was never going to be taken against her will again, she was never going to be used to gain the obedience of someone she loved. She was never going to be taken from Tar's side, and to keep these promises to him and herself, she was going to learn a valuable skill. She prowled the unfamiliar territory of the battlegrounds, felt her paws brush against the rough earth, and the crackle of dry grass beneath her feet. The summer had not been kind, and she still felt the oppressive brush of heat, even in the embrace of Autumn. She was stalling, and she knew it, so she settled her paws, standing still, and raised her head to the warm air, and howled. She was searching for a friendly match, someone knowledgeable, and willing to work with a young wolf.
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