But That's My Sword! (Woof)

[Blythe]

5 Summer, 511 AV Blythe was standing in the center of the suvai pavilion. Her sandals resting by the edge of the matt, her feet firmly planted on the bamboo fronds. Her long white dress swept around her feet, hiding most of her scales from view. The dress fell in a gentle V across her chest, and left her arms bare and cool. Her blonde hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, several strands falling out and all over her face, her neck. Only a slender trickle of sunlight made its way inside by way of the door which had been left wide open, to welcome other practitioners of the suvai and the katana. For as of now, Blythe was the only one who had made her way inside, so early was it in the morning. In her hands, Blythe held a single wooden practice katana. Her right hand held closer to the top of the wooden hilt, the left hand an inch or so below that. Her fingers curled into it, her thumbs pointing upwards, towards the blade. Her middle was turned so that it was facing right in front of her. Her right foot was pointed in the same direction as her body, about a foot in front of the left, which was pointed towards the left, making a ninety degree angle when coupled with her other foot; and her body. Blythe's lavender colored eyes sparkled as she held the blade proudly, about seven inches in front of her body. Seemingly slicing her body in two, horizontally; one eye peering around either side of the wooden blade. Slowly, she stepped forward with her right foot, and brought the blade upwards, closer to the ceiling. She held it there for no more than a second or so, before moving her right foot forward, as she moved the sword in a downwards, right arc. Slicing through the air with a soft whoosh at an imaginary foe. Soft, graceful, clean slices, Blythe reminded herself. Make every movement fluid; let them flow into each other, like a sort of dance. It seemed to be what her teacher always said. Yet, no matter how much practice the Konti got in, her movements were never as skilled or as deft as Kariha's. Perhaps, when you are given more time, you shall grow to be more like her, Blythe thought, as she moved her blade back up in a diagonal line, towards the left, bringing the blade just past her left shoulder. You just need more practice; surely the katana mistress has had far more of it than you. OOCIf you need the date changed, just ask.

[Woof]

Outside the Suvai Pavilion, a small white pup sneaked from cover to cover. His nose sniffing the ground and air as he was tracking the lonesome Konti that he had caught the scent of earlier. His He turned and almost barked with joy when he saw the Konti he had been hunting. He watched as she swung around a stick and ...danced with the stick. The canine creature stepped around the corner. Crouched low as he sneaked forward as he slowly circled to his left. Trying to stay out of the Konti's field of vision. As he neared the Konti, it seemed she was done with her weird stick dance. Suddenly, Woof burst forward. His small white frame came from behind the Konti. He alternated course and came around the Konti and leaped for her hands. "Woof!" The small pups powerful hind legs propelled him into the air and his not fully developed jaws closed around the stick. He hoped his surprise attack would startle the Konti enough to let go of the blade. Especially with the added puppy weight on it. If she didn't let go, Woof would just hang there and growl playfully at the Konti lady. If she did let go, he would land on the ground and his small legs would carry him a ten feet or so away from the Konti and begin to gnaw in the oddly smooth stick.

[Blythe]

Woof? Now that is not a sound you hear every day, Blythe thought as she shrugged her shoulders slightly, brushing the sound off, thinking it little more than one of sister's companions calling to them. When she had straightened out her shoulders again, and returned to her previous stance, Blythe slowly brought her blade down in a straight line, practicing the motion with her arms, so that she may grow even more used to it. As she did so, she heard the pitter patter of tiny footsteps upon the wooden matts; they were rather hurried, as though someone were shuffling, or perhaps even running across them. Now who could that be? Blythe wondered, as her movements stalled once more, the blade dangling closer to her left hipbone now. Unable to figure it out; Blythe decided to glance over her shoulder, so that at the very least, she could politely greet the other person with a 'good morning.' However, she couldn't find anyone in sight when she turned to look. Convinced that she must have been hearing things, Blythe turned back around only to feel an added weight on her practice sword. Slowly, Blythe could feel the sword being dragged down towards the ground, until finally, she couldn't hold on anymore. Her fingers unraveled from around the wooden hilt; allowing the sword to fall to the ground with a muffled thud. She bent to pick it up, only to find that the ivaski puppy which had tugged it away in the first place, and growled at her, had made off with it. "Oh dear," she muttered under her breath as she walked after it, so as not to startle Woof and make him run out of the pavilion, dragging the sword behind his tiny frame. "Please come back with that little one!" Blythe called out, her voice sounding melodic, like honey. "That's not exactly a chew toy," she went on. "And I doubt Kariha would appreciate your chewing on the wooden blade when there are so many sticks outside you can play with." There was a slight pause, "we could even toss one around- play fetch, if you'd like. If only you'd give that one back... please." Blythe's cheeks were turning a light pink shade as she stepped a little closer to the dog, trying desperately not to frighten it; to make it feel as though it had been corned; or done something immensely bad. Something that it may be severaly punished for later. Blythe leaned towards the dog a little, bending her back and extending her right hand towards it as she did so. Her palm was open, facing the ceiling. Her fingers turning into it from time to time, slowly; fluttering so as to welcome the puppy into her arms. "It's ok little one, no one is going to hurt you or be angry with you for wanting to play." OOCOh... the overly nice nature of my pc strikes again.

[Woof]

Woof’s small canine teeth tried to gnaw into the wood but his teeth just slid down the smooth stick, leaving mere superficial marks on the strange stick. He let out a small growl at the annoyance with the stick. It was a bad stick. Woof raised his head and then tilted it as he looked at the approaching lady. Her words sounded very enticing and Woof’s ice-blue Ivaski eyes were fixed upon her. Play fetch, outside? Woof immediately got to his paws, his tail wagging back and forth, and he was barely able to express his excitement in any other ways than a happy exclamation of his own name. Albeit, the bark was muffled by the stick he was chewing on, or rather, trying to chew on. She approached him, but he stood his ground and was still observing her as she spoke. Promising he had to fear not being hurt. Woof almost dropped the stick from his mouth in shock. Why would they hurt him for playing with a stick? He noticed her open hand and immediately looked if there was a treat for him. But the hand was empty. Woof was a bit disappointed. But perhaps she had hidden the treat. His nose went in close to her hand and he recognized her scent as the one he had tracked earlier, but no scent of a treat. He put both his front legs on her hand and stretched upwards as he looked upon the lady’s nice face. The oversized and stupidly smooth stick still locked in his jaws. He barked once again. This time it wasn’t a happy bark, it was more of a challenging bark. As he suddenly backed away from the Konti lady and ran outside. To where the sticks the lady had promised would be. The little puppy showing his above normal Ivaski intelligence by turning his head so the stick wouldn’t get stuck in the narrower exit. His small white frame would be seen running for the nearest patch of green grass he could find. His stride far from graceful, with him being a mere pup and he was carrying a large stick in his mouth. But his stride would be audible, as his happy barking could be heard all the time. When/if he reached the patch of grass without having been caught, he would stop and put the stick on the ground. Wait for the nice lady to show up and he would happily bark at her and run and jump around her. Waiting for her to play fetch with him.

[Blythe]

When the pad's of the puppy's feet pressed lightly into the palm of her hand, Blythe smiled radiantly, her eyes sparkling as she glanced down at the seemingly happy creature. "That's a good boy," she cooed, as she reached for the wooden practice sword with her free hand. Just as her fingers were about to wind their way around the hilt once more, the dog pulled away; barking madly as it made its way across the matts and out the door, still dragging the wooden practice sword along with it. It's amazing how such a small creature can drag that thing around, she thought, as she straightened herself up rather slowly. The sword is just about twice his size! her mind added. With a small smile upon her lips, Blythe followed Woof's path across the matts. She didn't bother to grab her shoes as she made her way out the door, and into the sunlight, which reflected off the scales that lined her forehead, causing them to shimmer a pale pink color that was similar to the color of her lips. Now where could that puppy have gotten to? Blythe wondered as she glanced around the small section of wooden planks that surrounded the pavilion. When she noticed that the puppy had moved farther along, she walked over to the balk that led to the other side of the Silver Lake. As she looked towards its edge, she could just made out a small white tail wagging in the distance, just before the creature stepped down on the other side of the bridge. Blythe sighed, better go after that silly little thing, she thought as she stepped up and onto the bridge, walking steadily across it so as not to make much of a sound as she crossed. Within a few moments, she had stepped down, onto the sandy bank at the other side. When she had, Blythe glanced around, and soon noticed the pup running around in circles. He had more than likely deposited the wooden sword somewhere, within in the time it had taken her to arrive, for she no longer saw it dangling from his mouth. My he's quick, the Konti thought, as she walked silently along the bank, her feet leaving the tiniest of footprints in the sand as she made her way to the grassier patches that surrounded the lake. "Have you found a more suitable stick to play with little one?" she asked, as the puppy ran around her feet wildly, "or are you waiting for me to find one for you?" she asked with a small chuckle as the creature continued to wag its tail and bark. "The second one it seems," Blythe whispered, as she walked along the grassy patches until finding a small branch, which must have fallen from a tree in the latest rain storm. Blythe bent over and plucked it up off the ground. "Here we are," she said with a smile as she straightened herself out, and held the stick up triumphantly, before bringing her arm back and tossing the stick along the bank. "Go get it!" she shouted as the stick twirled in the air, rising in a high arc before it began to fall back down towards the earth. And perhaps the practice sword too while you are at it, she thought. Because we really do need to get it all cleaned up and back in the pavilion, where it belongs.

[Woof]

Woof barked a no in reply. A bark that sounded quite similar to when he barked yes and also when he just barked his own name. It was actually the only bark the nice lady would have heard. The simplistic: "Woof". He ran after the nice lady as she walked off to get a stick. He soon ran past her while barking happily at her. Running in front of the lady and watched with eagerness as she picked up a stick. Woof jumped on the spot before crouching his front down low and his rear up in the air. His tail wagging back and forth furiously. Impatiently awaiting the throw of the stick. As her arm quickly threw the stick out, Woof was already in motion. Storming down the grass. His white frame contrasting the greenness. A white barking lightning, seeking out the stick that had been thrown. Luckily, it plopped down right in front of Woof, unfortunately, the little pup was too fast for his own still developing mind to both control his body and his head. So as his mouth snapped out to bite the stick, his body turned sideways and he lost control of his body. He tripped over his own feet in the grass and rolled around a couple of times. He got up again and looked around to reorient himself, but more importantly, to relocate the stick. With a gleeful bark he found it again and his teeth clamped down upon the stick, soon Woof would be back in front of the nice lady. He would offer the stick to the nice lady and should she accept it he would bark proudly. His pink tongue hanging out and his breath quickened but hardly labored. His ice blue eyes looking into the lavender colored eyes of the scaled Konti lady. Eagerly awaiting another throw.

[Blythe]

Blythe laughed as she watched the pup trip over his own two feet. "Careful you, or you just might roll yourself into the lake," Blythe called, her tone a rather playful one. "And then you would have to spend the rest of the day trying to dry off that fur of yours," she added, as a large smile crept across her lips. Woof had already picked up the stick, and was carrying it back triumphantly between his jaws. When he reached Blythe, he offered the stick to her. The Konti bent and took the stick from him, offering a small pat on the head with her free hand as she told Woof that he had done a good job bringing it back to her. Slowly, the Konti straightened herself up, and brought her hand with the stick back and forth, in an attempt to tease Woof and build up his excitement even further. The stick seemed like a light brown blur, much like the ivaski's tail appeared to be a white one, he was wagging it so furiously in his excitement. Finally, Blythe drew her arm back once more, and then brought it forward, tossing the stick as hard as she could. The stick shot out of the woman's hand, and farther down the bank. It flew in a relatively straight line, before dipping towards the end of its flight, towards the earth. Instead of watching it go, Blythe walked lazily along the bank, looking for the wooden practice sword. Finally, she happened upon it, and bent to pick it up in her left hand. Blythe's fingers wound their way around the hilt as she straightened herself up, waiting for the puppy to return with the stick. OOCSorry this a) is pretty blah, b) took longer than usual to write out.

[Woof]

The lady certainly knew how to play with Woof, for his excitement grew tenfold as she teased with the stick. He barked happily and his iceblue eyes followed the blurry stick. He would be in movement the moment the stick left her hand and the white lightning sped across the grass. His small paws pushing him into the air and his mouth opened at the right time. The stick landed in his mouth and he gracefully bit down on the stick. He would have barked a happy and proud woof, but the stick was in the way. It was one graceful flight. However. Woof in his happiness having caught the stick, forgot the second part of jumping. The landing. His feet touched ground, but soon buckled and Woof rolled on the ground for the second time in a few chimes. But once again, the puppy wasn't really hurt, just confused. The stick was still caught in his jaw. He shook his head and looked around for the lady. But she was not where he had come from. He let the stick go from his mouth and let out a sad howl. Thinking the 'nice' lady had abandoned him. He lay down on the ground and let his head rest against his paws. But a movement. A flicker of white moved and Woof saw that the lady had merely bowed out of sight. Woof immediately got to his feet and woofed out loud. He was so happy that he just ran at the lady. Jumping up in front of her barking happily at her not having abandoned him. He puts his front paws on her feet and looked straight up at her, tongue hanging out the side of his open mouth. Noticing she was now carrying the stick he had taken from her earlier. He tilted his head and wondered if that stick had any significance to the lady.

[Blythe]

Blythe smiled as the puppy returned and placed its paws on her feet. Its fur tickled her skin, as did the pads on the bottom of its feet. "You're back!" Blythe exclaimed as her smile widened. "But you forgot to bring the stick. Did you lose it?" she asked, "because we can't keep playing unless you bring that one back, or we find another." There was a slight pause, "unless you don't want to keep on playing. Maybe you wanted to do something else?" the Konti continued, as she raised a single brow into an arch, as she tried to consider all the things puppies may like to do with their time. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't think of much, other than eat, sleep, play fetch, go for a run, and perhaps a swim. Maybe play with some other puppy dogs. "Why don't we go drop this off before Kariha misses it, ok? And then we can figure out what to do for the rest of the day, or the rest of the time you choose to spend in my company." Blythe suggested as she began to walk back to the balk which led to the suvai pavilion. When she reached it, she stepped onto the wooden expanse, and crossed it in silence, reaching the pavilion in a matter of minutes. She stepped through the doors, across the matt, and returned the wooden blade to the pile with the others. If the puppy had followed her, Blythe would glance down at it, and wonder what to do. Maybe it was hungry or something. OOCI really, really don't know what to do...

[Woof]

Woof panted as the nice lady spoke to him. But her words sparked the loss of the stick. He had forgotten the stick! Woof quickly spun around to find the stick ventured a brave couple of feet in one direction. Then turned to face another and soon he had faced pretty much every direction there was and he fell dazed before the lady's feet. Looking up at her and barking sadly. He had lost the stick. The lady moved away and Woof got to his feet and followed her the first few feet, then something out the corner of his eye caught his attention. His ice blue eyes went wide and he let out a delightful woof before speeding off, away from the lady. He speed across the green grass and went straight for a place the lady had warned him of earlier. The long wet puddle of water that was called a river. Or lake. But the name of the thing mattered not, for in the midst of it, a lone stick floated. His lone stick. Woof cast himself into the water. The water was quite refreshing and Woof almost forgot about the stick as he wanted to swim around instead. But he swam directly for the stick and bit down on it when he reached it. He paddled a little there and let the stream guide him a little further down where he could see an easier place to get back up on land. He almost wished the nice lady would join him in the water, for he loved to swim and it was always better to do some things together. Woof paddled his front paws in the water, the webbing between his digits on the paws working in his favor and he easily reached the shore. When he got up he put the stick down and shook his entire body so water and any remaining winter fur was thrown to all sides. He picked up the stick again and ran for the pavilion he had met the nice lady in. She had said she would go there, right? As Woof ran he could feel his beloved bright orb of fire warm his back. Already attempting to dry the young pup. Woof reached the entrance to the pavilion and peeked inside. Looking for the nice lady. He laid down at the side of the entrance and started chewing on the stick. Waiting for the nice lady to come back out again. If she was planning on coming out again.