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 Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 11:51 am
«« FRUSTRATIONS PT.1 (SOLO) »»
“Of course he did it, how could he not have?”
“He’s so violent, he probably just pushed him down the mountain with a laugh!”
“Maybe we should do the same.”
“No!” Jawaad sat up with a gasp, running a hand through her hair as she tried to steady her breathing. How dare they think that about him? How? She had always know that her brother was innocent, she never for a moment doubted him even when he brought back their brother’s body… but even as the whispers hushed, the anger she couldn’t express towards the other tribe members left her with nightmares.
Pushing herself out of the bed, she walked through the hut towards a cabinet, opening it to reveal her mother’s old bow. Gripping it tightly and slinging her quiver across her shoulder, she grabbed her coat and braced herself for the cold wind that swept through as she opened the door.
Jawaad could never wish harm upon any of the tribe members, even if they cast the title of murderer upon her younger brother. She could, however, take her frustrations out on her targets a bit. The frigid winds swept over her, taking the lingering warmth of the hut from her body. No amount of snow could stop her from reaching her special place. Each step was measured, determined to reach the one place she knew where the wind couldn’t reach her, only a gentle snow that seemed to drift without a care. This clearing was the one place that held the most memories of her mother. From the feeling of her mother standing behind her, helping her pull back the bow to comforting Jawaad as the bow’s string struck her arm for the first time. These small lessons were some of the ones that she would forever hold in her heart.
Reaching back into her quiver, she quickly grabbed an arrow, giving it a quick flex as she checked it for damage. Noting none, she positioned himself setting up the arrow and drawing back the string. With the smallest of smirks across her face, she released the arrow.
“Why do they blame him?”
The light powdering of snow that had settled on the target scattered as the arrow hit its mark. It wasn’t the perfect bull’s-eye, but it was pretty close to the roughly painted target’s center. Not bad for a first shot, but not her best effort.
Jawaad reached for another arrow, frowning as she looked over the fletching. Considering the age and use of these arrows, it was no surprise that the Raptrix feathers, once brightly colored, feathers were now dull and coming apart at the rachis. Slinging her quiver to the front, she noticed that they were all various shades of dull. How long had she not noticed this? Running her fingers along the vanes, time seemed to pause as she recalled doing the same as a child. Now she wasn’t being scolded, she knew how to care for the arrows. Now she could pull back the arrows without assistance.
Now, she had to know how to do these things herself. Word Count: 517- Class Solo
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 7:01 am
«« SPRING SHOWERS [EVENT] »»
[ [Zena] Spring Showers [Jawaad] ]
Protecting the home from an invasion of Roati! Also meets her intended familiar (will custom later)
Versatile point!
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 8:52 am
«« FRUSTRATIONS PT.2 (CLASS SOLO) »»
It had taken a day or two, but it was finally time. She had collected the wood, though scarce it was straight and strong. Then cut it and worked tirelessly over the wood until it was perfect. It only had taken a few days for the setting process and putting the new tips and fletching, but now, they were perfect… though it had taken some convincing from the local raptrix breeders to allow her to have some of the flight feathers of the beasts. Why there was a problem for feathers, she’d never know.
Now the feathers, once tattered and faded, were bright. Each arrow had a unique set of feathers, ranging from browns and golds to striking reds and blues. She ran her fingers along the new fletching, savoring the feeling after recalling how worn the previous ones were.
With a swell of pride, Jawaad looked over the pieces of wood and feathers that had decorated her room for a few weeks. Not to brag, but they had looked like they could be sold at a high class market! Who need a weapon smith when she could make her own perfectly good arrows? With a low whistle, she grinned.
“Look at you. Didn’t you turn out stunning?”
She deserved a pat on the back and, with a quick glance to see that Ruelash wasn’t in the house, she did just that with a grin. They had to be tested now, and that would decide how worthwhile her attempt was. She knew the danger, she had heard stories of hunters making their own bows and having them break upon release, leaving them scrambling for a healer and never able to shoot again.
She wouldn’t be joining their numbers. She couldn’t. The local healer wasn’t in Secer right now. He had been called away on an emergency to Zidel, though Jawaad wasn’t sure if it was family oriented or because he was excellent at his trade. But she couldn’t wait of another week or two for him to return.
Placing her arrows in their quiver and grabbing her mother’s bow once more, she made her way through the snow and icy wind to her special place once more. The clearing looked as though it was barely touched, although a small herd of Roati had obviously come through.
Taking her bow off of her person, she quickly examined the new string’s integrity, not wanting to have that snap on her as well as the bow. She wanted to eliminate all of the possibilities of injury that she could. Then, taking a bow from the quiver, set it on the string. There was a moment to marvel at the quivering of the string and the handmade arrow in her hand. It was now or never. Drawing in a breath as she brought the bowstring and arrow back, she gave small prayer to Bergchi. With eyes flickering to the target then back to the arrow, she let it fly. It didn’t snap on release, so that was a positive, but she only had a few moments to watch it fly. It cut through the cold, crisp air with a small whistle, spiraling and hitting the target with ease. Again, it didn’t snap!
With a laugh, she quickly ran over to the target, inspecting the bow with a grin. No faults be see seen. She needed to test the other arrows, but for this moment, she considered this a success!
Word Count: 575- Class Solo
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 6:11 pm
«« META-CHAPTER 7: RISING STORM »»
The rumors were accumulating and one thing was for certain, sides had to be taken before Zena's neighbor Sauti got an unwelcome visitor- the Alkidikes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 10:07 am
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