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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 17:22:29 GMT -6
Show Me What You Got Muiris | Reginleif
Although Muiris struggles for free time with his new rank, he still finds time to make it to the training grounds. Typically, the grounds are mostly clear this time of the night, but it seems as though a few others shared his idea.
Time of Day: Late night Weather: Cool with a slight nip in the air Timeline: After Chapter 4
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 18:01:31 GMT -6
MUIRIS OF IRON STRIDENever trust a survivor until you find out what he did to stay alive.
The late night stars twinkled overhead as the stallion's hooves pressed into the soft dirt, carrying him toward the training grounds. Beside him, his loyal wolf plodded along, her maw parted in a pant as she kept her head low and ears pricked at any little sound. It had been a long day at work, both beasts exhausted, but itching to stretch their muscles. Taking on a soft trot, Muiris and Avon made their way down to the training grounds. He found himself touching his eye patch, teeth gritting together as he fought the urge to rip it off entirely. His skin itched, his eye stung, but the threatening words of the medic had kept him reigned in. He either wore it now for a few months, or he lost the eye entirely. Grumbling to himself, he pulled his new copper sword from his side, a promotion gift from a friend. Muiris had never been much of a sword guy, and he still kept his trusty stone hammer strapped to his side, but he had to be realistic. A sword would benefit him more in combat; so here he was, at the training grounds to practice with it.
Giving the weapon a few swings through the air, he smiled as he heard the whistles of the blade slicing through invisible enemies. However, he was quickly pulled from his brief break from reality at the sound of a growl at his hooves. Brows knitting together, he glanced toward his wolf before following her gaze, locking onto shadows in the distance. Chuckling to himself, he tapped his wolf on the side with his hoof.
"Hush, Avon, they're just training." He assured her, but his curiosity had been piqued. Swinging his sword back to his side, the stallion started off in their direction. It didnt take him long to recognize the fighters as Valkyries. He let a small smile slip onto his lips as he rested a hoof and simply watched. The ways the young mares were trained these days were certainly different than his own training when he was young. Snorting to himself, the stallion gave his head a shake. Just that thought made him feel old.
Pushing away his thoughts, he let his gaze settle back on the fighters, keeping to himself as to not distract them.
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Post by Raisenka on Sept 24, 2017 0:37:22 GMT -6
Reginleif the undying Forged out of flame from chaos to destiny, bringer of pain forever undying.
With strong hooves, she gave a shake of her head, a single snort as she circled one of the newer recruits the air flickered her mane in the breeze as she enjoyed the nip to her skin. Just new to the Valkyries the young mare wanted to do her best and prove that she was worth the limited space that she was given. So it was here she was eyeing up a similarly sized mare, she had the advantage of being slightly taller but the other mare was bulkier than her.
She found herself gritting her teeth in annoyance, eyes watching carefully as she found herself almost baring her teeth, feeling the battering of one's body against the other, she was almost thrown off guard at the sudden charge and felt her hooves being pushed away from the dirt. With strength and aggression, the younger mare swung her head and clobbered the other mare backwards, using the distance to get the advantage with a single twist she found herself yanking the other mare onto her side as she tumbled like a rockslide. Snorting as she trotted away, turning to reface the other.
“Come on, up again. Or are you even a true Valkyrie?!” She ordered with something akin to desperation and anger balled into one, gaining a glare from the downed valkyrie, as they began the scuffle again this time with much more anger and vigour to their bashing of bodies and hooves. Sher earned a new bruise to the side and face but she felt so much more alive as a grin on her face found it hard to be wiped as the loser mare limped from the stand.
Stomping her hoof, ahh what it was like to be young and hot-blooded with a huff as she narrowed her eyes at the watching stallion, “oh great...” Mumbling lowly She didn't need to be spectated by a stallion, a feeling of annoyance built up in her chest “what you wanna go as well?” Ears flattened to her skull. It seemed that the other valkyries that watched, glance to Muiris, some recognised him and slowly began to back away from the training grounds.
That was odd...she hadn't expected her shield-sisters to leave, scuffling the ground with a huff as she stared down the Stallion.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2017 14:54:39 GMT -6
MUIRIS OF IRON STRIDENever trust a survivor until you find out what he did to stay alive.
The stallion watched as the simple spar turned more violent, his lips pressed together as it went as far as the looser limping off. That was a dangerous way to train. The whole point of training was to strengthen each other, not harm each other. It was then that the two locked eyes, and Muiris could tell she was annoyed by his presence. He took a step forward at her challenge as the other Valkyries stepped back. He was still new to his rank; he didnt expect everyone to know if it quite yet.
Muiris cracked a smile, his ears flicked to the side as he ambled in the ring, dropping his heavy sword outside of the circle. She didnt have a weapon, so he didnt need one either. It would be nice to get back to the basics anyways. He shot a glance to Avon, signaling her to wait for him. She placed herself right on the border of the ring, growling at anyone who got too close.
"You seem confident in yourself." The stallion commented, his voice rough and deep, but tone simply conversational. Pressing his hooves into the dirt, he felt the movements of the others tremor through the earth as they shuffled closer to watch.
"My name's Muiris, Shield to War Lord Hira." He introduced himself with the typical stomp of his feathered hoof. He felt the ground vibrate beneath him, shaking his bone. Oh, how his blessing could be irritating at times. "And what can I call you?"
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