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 Blood, Sweat and Tears
Odette
 Posted: Apr 9 2017, 01:06 PM
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The sun began to set. Odette landed on her balcony as the bright orange ball of light was dropping below the horizon. Her black marble eyes stared at the sky watching it’s colors turn from yellow, orange, pink, purple, and finally to a deep blue. As the sun dropped further below the horizon Odette moved further into her room. She took a deep breath as the burning began to set into her bones and muscles. She squeezed her beak shut not wanting to make a sound. The guards had a tendency to wonder after her well being when she made such painful shouts. They were not used to the change like she was. Since returning to Allutheria Odette had felt that the metamorphosis had gotten worse.

Several minutes of horrible pain later and Odette was on the ground with white feathers fluttering about and panting. She spat up some blood from having bit her tongue during the process. Shaking Odette stood up her whole body sore. The stiffness and soreness in her muscles was only going to get worse. Wiping up the blood on the floor and cleaning up the feathers Odette put on a pair of trousers and a dark tunic. She had never worn such clothes before and the trousers felt very strange against her legs. Gripping her hair Odette tied it up on top of her head so it would not get in the way. She put on soft leather boots and took one look in the mirror. Odette did not recognize herself. Who she saw was not Odette. Never in her dreams had she expected to don such clothing. Time’s definitely were changing.

Not wanting to be late Odette left her room. She ignored the looks of astonishment and the double takes from both guards and servants alike. Odette was not the only one shocked by her new look. After a few minutes Odette was in the practice yard. The yard was empty and the ground was soft with sand. She’d only ever watched from the window above the yard and admired the warriors who fought below. Now here she stood waiting for her father to begin her training. Odette’s heart raced. She knew she was soft. Perhaps not as soft as she once was, but still soft. When she saw her father she tried to hide her fear. “I suppose Mamma has told you to go easy on me?”

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Alistair
 Posted: Apr 15 2017, 05:06 PM
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I will look for you. I will find you. And I will kill you.
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Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Alistair stepped out onto the practice field just after Odette did - she would not be waiting more than a few seconds. Her father, after all, had always been a punctual being, though he hadn't known exactly when he curse would allow her to return to her fae form. It was a difficult thing, knowing she was in pain every time it happened, but unfortunately, despite all the power he and Larissa wielded... well. It did not do to spend too long fretting about things you could not change.

So the King did his best to focus on what he could do. For one, he was working with the Amazons now, trying to figure out how best to combat the Blight in Allutheria... planning their attach on Ga'leah. Not on its true residents, mind, but on the Blight that infected that place, too. That had been where it began, though Alistair continued to suspect that the Blight had originated somewhere else. He would have thought it had come from the gods, not knowing who else could create something so potent, but by the sounds of it, at least one of the gods had fallen. Which probably took them out of the suspect pool.

If only he could afford to deal with a single crisis at a time... but that, he supposed, was not the lot of a King.

Alistair was dressed mostly as he usually did, though his outfit was even simpler, short sleeves and a pair of simple pants, not unlike what she wore, in truth. He gave her a small smile, carrying a pair of wooden training swords in one hand, though he transferred one of them to his other hand, and offered it to her hilt first, holding the dull wooden blade lightly in his hand. The weapons were weighted to make their weight match that of a metal sword - he'd looked for ones similar to the weapon she had been using in the Yarrow, for the sake of familiarity. He was not about to use Aerondight against his daughter, naturally.

He waited until she took it to respond to her question, shaking his head a little. "I didn't talk to your mother about this, so, no. I told you I would train you... I do not intend to go terribly easy on you. That is no way to improve your skills. Not if you want to have the strength to survive the world as it is these days." He gave a faint shrug, then walked a few paces away from her, turning and lifting his weapon into a simple guard. "Take your stance, and attack when you're ready. I'm curious to see what you have learned so far..."

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Odette
 Posted: May 23 2017, 08:31 PM
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Odette looked at the man who was her father. He was as she remembered him. This sand pit was his dwelling. Odette noticed how much more her father was relaxed while in the sparring ring than in the throne room. She remembered how tense he looked and she could tell he never liked having to don all the finery his station called for. While her father was in his natural element Odette was not. Wearing trousers felt strange and confining. She didn’t like how they hugged her legs. In a strange way Odette felt naked.

Odette took the practice sword and held it aloft. It felt like the one Damien had given her. At least there was comfort in that. Butterflies began fluttering in her stomach as she faced her father. He was a master swordsman and she was barely an amateur. Most of her practice had been against tree trunks or Damien, who she could tell was going easy on her. This man would not. Despite having told him to not go easy Odette found herself wishing she had said no such thing. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Fear and doubt swam around her mind. This wasn’t where she belonged. Odette had never been fighter. That desire had never been hers even if her father had wished it. Yet, here she stood holding a practice wooden sword in a sparring ring. It wasn’t too late to turn away and run. No. She’d been running for far too long. Odette did not want to act the coward. Taking a deep breath she took her stance. It was a little awkward, but not horrible. Her hand was shaking from anxiousness. Odette took another breath and swung the sword in a circle over her head before striking to her father’s left shoulder.

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Alistair
 Posted: Jun 10 2017, 01:08 PM
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Alistair smiled faintly as his daughter prepared herself, thinking back to the girl she'd been before all this tragedy. She had never been interested in joining him here. Her mother's world had always suited her better - though little she knew of how her mother, too, had been long in the past. In truth, he'd always wanted to teach her - she'd have been able to protect herself better. But he'd let her be who she wanted. Now that her ideas about such things had changed, though... Well, he was glad for it all the same.

He looked down over her stance, observing without comment until she brought her weapon up and swung hard, clearly going for power. Alistair lifted his weapon in an easy movement, deflecting her weapon wide of his body. With his weapon high and hers falling low, he brought it down to tap her shoulder - the impact was quick, more to startle than to hurt, and he turned, walking around her in a circle afterward. "I'll start off with the basics then. You went for a killing blow right off the bat - don't ever do that. It might serve you against mindless blight creatures, but I can see what you're doing as soon as you lift that weapon. You don't need such force to hurt someone."

He stopped at her side, lifting his weapon. "It's far more important that you remain on your balance, in control of the weapon. Else someone will knock it away, and you'll leave yourself vulnerable." He demonstrated a few cuts, each of them relatively small movements of the weapon - especially compared to hers - keeping the weapon the same distance from his body, keeping his balance centered.

"You know how to dance." he said, turning to face her again and lifting his weapon, indicating that she should do the same. "Fighting with swords is much like dancing. Your opponent is also your partner. You need to match their movements, but not exceed them. The difference is, you are looking for them to make a mistake. When they do, you can punish them for it. If they make a big enough mistake, if I lose my weapon, fall to a knee, then you can lift your weapon and bury it in me. But if you try it too soon..." He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth a few times, shaking his head. "Then I'll be the one who makes you pay. Defend this time. Stay calm. Balance. Don't move more than you need to."

He knew full well there was a lot to say, a lot to take in... he'd get to simply making her fight again soon... but he hoped she would take at least some of it to heart. He started in at her, one blow after another - the first an easy cut for the side, then he'd pull back before cutting toward her right leg - not fast or hard, but very steady, flowing from one movement to the next. If she blocked, he'd move to the next movement, and if she failed to block, he would strike her. Still too light to injure, but enough to make her feel it. Getting hit was the only proper motivator for learing to defend, after all. And after a while of it, he slowed a moment, hoping she would take the opportunity to knock his weapon wide and make her own strike...

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