One Part Brave, Three Parts Fool

Rivin · 02-19-2023, 02:43 AM

The red-streaked girl knew she shouldn’t have left the lands of the Pirates, but with the events lately she was feeling more and more frustrated and time away from those frustrations would be a good thing, right? Sure, why not. Maybe it would help… It had to help. Maybe she should actually work on her so-called skills. After all, it was her lack of skills that had denied her the opportunity to go along with the raid party, wasn’t it? Rivin’s lips twisted into a snarl. Of course they were. She hadn’t fought anything, hadn’t learned squat about the flowers and herbs that caught her attention when she was newly out of the den. What skills did she even really have to consider herself worthy of walking alongside the other pirates? While others like Calico Jack had been training, fighting, she had been staring out at the ocean and screaming her frustrations into the air. Pyralias had shown her a better way to redirect that anger… and yet…

A bitter feeling rose within her. Who could she blame, except herself? Sure her father hadn’t tried teaching them anything, but was she not responsible for her own development? At least to a point? Deep within the girl Rivin could feel her negative emotions twisting and churning. Sure she had started to at the very least learn some basics, but it had taken her meeting and teaming up with two others, creatures of other species rather than her own, to do so. They weren’t bad though. They were both males, a bobcat by the name of Lark and a wolverine by the name of Feng. They had been helping her get started. But that wasn’t enough. While she was just now getting the hang of the basics of fighting the other kids were off on a raid or having a yearling party. A party she couldn’t even go to because she was just a pup still.

As Rivin stalked through the unfamiliar lands her companions trailed after her. Feng had been the one to suggest her defensive accessory, some wraps for her legs, as well as bring her the dagger she had. She was starting to look the part of a formidable opponent… but she still needed the experience to back it up. But outside her companions where could she find it? Could she get her pack members to teach her? To fight with her? She briefly considered her brothers. Diablo had been just as distant as her father as of late and Aresenn… hmm… well, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea? She wasn’t incredibly close to him, like a sister probably should have been, but she didn’t hate him. She felt protective over him too; he was her brother after all. Her kin.

Actually… Rivin drew in through her nose and realized she could smell Aresenn’s scent. Had she been subconsciously following him out this way? She blinked, lifting her gaze to take in the sight of the ghostly white trees. Her ears twitched, and, somewhere up ahead, she could hear the call of coyotes. Rivin bristled a little. If she was following Aresenn’s trail, and there were coyotes nearby… would they dare attack her brother? Another growl bubbled up from Rivin’s chest as she drew her dagger and raced forward. If there were beasts coming, then she would be there to meet them. Wordlessly Feng and Lark followed her though it was clear Feng was more eager for the pending battle.

Rivin caught the sight of Aresenn just as the first of the coyotes emerged from the trees. She didn’t stop, didn’t call out to her brother; not that she could with the dagger in her maw. If he wanted to stand and fight the coyotes then she would join him. The small creatures looked hungry, and Rivin, remembering the lesson Pyralis shared with her, had no intention of holding anything back as she charged at a pair that sought to meet her in the middle. Coming from either side of the pup Feng and Lark charged in as well, as Rivin lunged alongside the first coyote, slashing at its side with her dagger, the bobcat and wolverine met with the second. The bobcat wrapped his forelegs around the coyote in a claw-filled bear hug as the wolverine went for one of the smaller canine’s legs. If they thought they had hoped for an easy meal they were going to be sorely mistaken. If any of them walked away alive at the end of this at all.

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Words: 758
Total Word Count: 980 / 1,500

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