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 Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 11:43 pm
Zukon stood in the field, his katanas in hoof, and stared at the sapling in front of him. Without any indication at all, Zukon shot toward the sapling, katanas bursting into flame as he went. He spun around, using the katanas to slice the tree into large, flaming chunks.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 11:46 pm
Lucky had been gazing out over the clearing but her serene afternoon came to a sudden halt. She gasped at the scene of destruction. "Oh no, what are you doing!?!?" she cried running to the tree. "You've killed it..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 12:14 am
Zukon stared at the girl and then at the tree. "It was just a little one. And I needed it to practice. Sparring with the air doesn't give me the sensation of impact that I need to be prepared...and I always plant a new one for every one that I spar with."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 12:21 am
"But what about this one..." Lucky asked sadly gazing down at the charred pieces of sapling. "Poor thing...couldn't you use a rock or something? Something without feeling..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 12:28 am
"Rocks are a little too hard. They don't give like a body would." Zukon stopped short. "I..uh...nevermind that. I can find a rock if it will make you happier..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 12:37 am
"Why do you have to hurt anything?" she asked quietly as she reached out to touch one of the burnt pieces. She yelped and pulled her hoof back, a small burn marring her fur.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 12:51 am
"Be careful!" Zukon reached for her burnt hoof and pulled a jar of salve from his bag. He carefully unscrewed the top of the jar and put a generous amount of salve on her hand. "That should take care of it."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 12:53 am
Lucky winced at first but sighed in relief as the cooling salve worked its magic. "Why do I get the feeling you've had a lot of experiences with burns?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 1:00 am
Zukon realized he still had pocession of her hoof and quickly let go of it. "Because I have. I've burnt myself many times trainning."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 1:14 pm
"You should be more careful," she said examining her own hoof.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 2:02 pm
He shrugged. "To get better, I have to make mistakes."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 3:11 pm
"But must you cause such destruction in the process?" she asked quietly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 3:49 pm
"Sometimes. An enemy won't care about the surroundings. They will find every advantage over me that they can. If I'm distracted with trying to protect my surroundings, I might miss a something crucial to bring down my enemy."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 5:24 pm
"And what have you done," she questioned softly. "To gain such enemies?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 6:43 pm
"I have done nothing, but my family has many enemies. And I have to train so that I am a good warrior. I have to make my family proud."
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