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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 19, 2017 5:55:02 GMT -6
It was early morning but the small village was already bustling with activity. There was hardly a moment when the Bloody Flanks clan seemed to slow down and take a breath. It was their work ethic that Faraji appreciated the most. It was very clear to her how much the clan had fought to survive such harsh living conditions, and why they had still managed to survive for so long. She walked through the make shift homes as if she had some kind of place to be, but truly Faraji was at a loss this morning on what she could do to help. Usually there was someone who needed medical attention that took up her time but it was a slow morning. Half of her was tempted to make sure no hard-headed Raider had decided that they were 'fine' and needed no medical attention. But the other part of her appreciated the breather, it was nice just to enjoy the camp and greet the early-risers with a warm smile.
She made her way through the fallen ships, heading towards the beach when she heard the cling of metal on metal, followed by heavy breaths and deep grunts. It sounded as if someone were fighting and when Faraji finally made it past some of the tents she realised she wasn't far from the truth. Out on the training field she found herself watching as a small group of Raiders sparred with one another, testing out their strengths and working out their weaknesses. Some slashed apart some wooden dummies while others took to each other one-on-one style. Her medic side was cringing at their brutality, like why couldn't they take it a little easier on one another? It would only result in more horses she would have to chase after later to make sure their wounds didn't turn sceptic. She watched quietly as they continued on their training, her eyes following the movements curiously.
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This is craptacula. Sorry D:
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 14:28:54 GMT -6
ANSGAR
AND IF I SEEM DANGEROUS, WOULD YOU BE SCARED?
"Advance!"
Ansgar's voice bellowed above the crashing waves, and at once his command was followed. A pair of stallions - at least half his age - began their battle, their swords clinging as metal struck metal.
"Parry, Agustin! He reprimanded as the roan dodged the next blow instead of blocking it. The boy's ears flattened against his head in embarrassment and he grunted before resuming his position. The two continued onward, though Ansgar was all too aware of their unstable lunges and sloppy footwork.
Some would call him brutal for the way he trained the youngsters, but Ansgar knew they were the future of this Clan, and that their work reflected him.
They needed to be perfect.
He told the pair to switch to target practice, and the sighs of relief they uttered nearly made him lose his temper. Nearly.
He surveyed the rest of the group- a few particularly bold mares were training, and a few older warriors were simply there to refine their skills. As his gaze moved across the beach he noticed a stranger- well, a stranger to his world of fighting.
"What brings you here, Faraji?" He called as he made his way towards her, and though his usual gruff tone made him sound initially hostile, he was anything but. In fact, he was rather curious as to why the medic had come down here.
"Interested in my training class?" He offered the slightest of smirks as he finally came to a stop before her, turning his head slightly to follow her gaze as she observed the training.
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Post by Ehrendi on Feb 23, 2017 1:17:21 GMT -6
Faraji | Bloody Flank Medic
The events on the Adohian ship had left Faraji feeling frustrated at her own inability to properly defend herself. She had not been of much use when the fighting broke out on the merchant ship, left only to hope that the ones on board would not see through her bluff. Faraji was a healer, not a fighter and while she was born with the natural instinct for survival that came with being a War-Forged, natural instinct was not always enough. If it came down to a one-on-one battle with another well trained equine, Faraji would not have stood a chance. Heck if she had chosen her opponent wrong on that ship she would have found herself in righteous trouble, and she could not keep relying on the safety of the Trespasser crew to save her either. She needed to learn how to defend herself.
Ansgar's loud, commanding voice broke through the cling and clang of swords. She watched with determined curiosity over the group, watching the two young stallions as they sparred against one another, then across to another group of female raiders. It still took a bit of getting used to for Faraji to think that mares were able to freely fight alongside their male counterparts, so she felt her heart swell with a sense of pride and refound determination as she watched them. If they could do it, so could she. So deep in concentration she was watching the other mare's, she didn't hear Ansgar approach until he spoke in his heavy and gruff tone. Flinching slightly she gave him an embarrassed smile. "You could say that," she said watching him curiously as he followed her gaze which had been set on the training females. She let out a breath of air, calming her racing heart. "I would like to learn to defend myself." Returning her gaze to the mare's once again. They were fit with well defined muscles they had gained from their constant training. Faraji doubted she would ever look like they did, but even a little bit of training would go a long way. "I wasn't much help on the Trespasser." She added in a much softer voice, not turning to look at Ansgar but keeping her gaze steady on the training groups. "More of a hindrance, really." Taking a deep breath she looked at the stallion beside her, not wanting his sympathy more than his understanding, which she suspected he could relate to on some level. "Which is what I want to change." She didn't want to be the damsel, she wanted to be the knight who kicked ass. Or more correctly she wanted to be the medic who could stride out in the middle of battle and assist those who needed her without needing a bodyguard.
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Hello muse.
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