Ain't It Fun? Living in the Real World
02-08-2015, 02:59 PM
Dægmar strolled languidly into the depressing little gathering. She was somewhat surprised. She'd never thought she would out live her apprentice and yet here they were… she could care less. It was a great opportunity to test out her training methods. Something stirred though deep in her gut, something she refused to acknowledge. Her feelings for Drashiel had always been unusual and conflicting. "That's right, so you better be ready to work your butts off to make your parents proud. The world is never going to give you time to mourn. So line up!" She barked out her orders, moving to stand across from them. "We'll get started on the basic defenses. I want you to look at me, pay attention and do what I do. You feel upset, yes? Angry, yes? RAISE THOSE HACKLES, let your fur stand up, make yourself larger!" Dægmar's own hackles rose down her back, her fur standing on end. "This will offer your spine and your body some protection and padding from the jaws of your enemies. Next, pin your ears to your head to keep them out of reach. If an opponent tears one of these the blood can run into your ear canal or eyes, dulling your senses, making you weak. Narrow your eyes, this will help keep the dust to a minimum and make for quicker closing should you need to avoid claws, etc." She paused to review the defenses, moving around the pups to correct them before continuing. She would drill them hard, it would be a lot of information but she wanted them ready for the gathering. "Keep your jaws parted and at the ready whether you need to attack or retaliate. Now…. roll your shoulders forward and scrunch your neck back, this will push your fur and flesh over your vitals. Tuck your chin slightly to protect your throat. Do you follow so far?" "Speech" |