The time has come!(Xenios)
03-24-2013, 01:43 AM
I knew I was terribly late. I didn't need him to tell me that yet he insisted on tormenting me and reminding me of my wrongdoings. He was so pessimistic and mean at times. Half the time I wished he would go away. Alas I couldn't figure out how. I'd already grown used to him being there so I wasn't going to think about it too much. I scrambled up on to the platform as my father helped nuzzle me up on it. Standing there I looked at him expectantly. I was ready to get down to business. I wanted to be the best damn warrior Tortuga ever had. I listened to him carefully. Ears were forward to catch every word he spoke. I copied him motion for motion. Sliding my right hind leg backwards I looked at him to see if I was doing it right. I then moved my front left leg forward like he did and checked again to see if I was doing it right. Seeing that I'd done so correctly my tail wagged before I listened to his next set of instructions. Determination began to write upon my visage as I lowered my head once again copying his stance. Lastly I forced my tail to stay still and stick straight out behind me for balance. It was an odd position, yet it was oddly comfortable. It felt right. My eyes followed Ulrike and I let him adjust my body as he saw fit until I was where he wanted me. He began to speak again and I nodded politely showing that I was ready. I could do this, right? I could take on a tiny rock slide. It couldn't be too hard. If he could do it then so could I! My brow furrowed with concentration as I watched him intently as he took his foot and slammed it against the loose shale. Rocks of all sizes began to fall towards me and for a moment I began to panic. I couldn't do this! There were far too many and I'd never done anything like this in my life. What happened to the normal training methods that other parents used? I should be out in the valley sparring with him and having him throw me to the ground as he taught me useful maneuvers. I shouldn't be on a freaking mountain about to get impaled by sharp rocks! Or worse, fall down the stupid slopes themselves. "FOCUS CHILD! He roared in my head causing me to flatten pearly white audits against my skull. A soft and inaudible whine slipped from my throat before I got a hold of myself. I danced to the side as a rock landed where I had once been and bounced down the mountain. My father was right, this stance made it easier to move. Light-footed, I danced back and forth shifting my weight from foot to foot as I waited for more rocks to come my way. Like always I would make mistakes. I would be a little to slow and a small rock would hit me. It was painful enough to cause a tiny bruise, but it was never anything serious. Thankfully I never got hit by the larger rocks. It seemed as though my depth perception was up to par. I even managed to avoid slipping off the mountain. I was almost done but a larger rock tumbled towards me. Misjudging the distance I had to the right of me I slipped over the side and let out a terrified yelp as I grabbed onto the edge with my front paws. I let out a soft cry for help as my hind paws scraped the sides of the ledge in an attempt to pull myself back up to the platform. I hoped that my father would come help. I had yet to fully develop enough muscle to pull myself up on my own. "Speech" "He speaks" |
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