Night 32nd of Spring, 514 A.V.
It had been three moons since she was nearly dragged off into the grasslands by traffickers. Anger over the event was very much apparent, not only for her carelessness but also because of the wounds inflicted on the knight who had rescued her. Then there was Vanator, handling fire as if it came second nature to him, but how? How could he hold it within his hands without burning himself? Was he something else, something different? Needless to say, it was obvious Reven was feeling more than overwhelmed over what had occurred. Most of all, she was upset for not being strong enough to defend herself and for risking the connection she had with the only person that truly mattered to her.
Reven let out a gentle sigh and attempted to untangle herself from her bondmate's limbs. It was most likely the second bell... It certainly felt that like it anyway as most of the Sanctuary staff and animals were fast asleep, the area almost noiseless. As Syna and Leth danced across the skies day in and day out, the memories of the event slowly settled back to her mind yet the emotions lingered. She needed to let off some steam... Falling back into her regular routine was proving difficult. The Kelvic needed proof that she could take care of herself. Reven needed to be strong, she needed to be better so that people didn't feel the need to worry. Ultimately, she needed to prove to herself that she was capable. Perfection was her expectation, unfortunately...
Weaving out of his arms, the cougar slipped away from their bed, moving to dress herself in a thin, cotton tunic, with cotton pants and her typical boots before heading out of the suite, knife strapped to her upper, right thigh. Reven sauntered silently through the halls, moving from the common room into the training area the Within housed. She had used this room before and as brief as it was, the Kelvic still remembered where the armory supplies were stored. Pushing open the door, hazel eyes glanced around at the weapon racks, noticing the battle axes, swords, maces, and spears. None of which she wanted. Stepping further into the storage room, she looked around on the tables at the leather armor suits, the shields, and then wooden barrels containing exactly what she wanted. Reaching inside, Reven pulled out five daggers that were sharpened and ready for use before stepping back from the barrel. A hand ax, hilt wooden while the metal appear cheap, rusted, settled against one of the weapon racks. Arm strength was something she lacked when it came to armed combat so handling a battle ax was completely out of the question. However, the hand ax looked easy enough and with that expectation, Reven picked it up and ventured to the above ground.
The cougar needed to hit something, maybe that would ease the irritation she felt. Her quiet steps carried her through the Sanctuary, rousing some animals for a few brief ticks before they fell back to sleep. Cool air caressed her skin, moisture from morning dew already floating about in the wind, settling on the dirt below. She found herself standing in the middle of the main courtyard where Leth's moon sat just above the horizon indicating morning would be upon them in a few short bells. The moon shined down, not as brightly as it would when it was brilliantly full but still provided enough light for Reven to see comfortably. Then the feline set down the weapons she carried and went about setting up the board that was propped up just a few paces from her. Once it was in place and a great distance from anything Reven might break, she returned to the daggers and hand ax, ready to begin her self training.
Sadly, she didn't exactly know what she was doing except for the fact that she wanted to see the sharp metal of the dagger sink into the board. Instinct called for release and if it wasn't pitch black out in the forests and grasslands, the cougar would have dared a hunt, wishing to let go of her woes somehow. Taking the hilt of the dagger, she balanced it in her hands. It was cold, slightly heavy and appearing as though it had been sharpened recently. Gripping it loosely, hazel eyes looked on at the archery board almost fifteen paces from her. She wanted to throw it, to see how much distance she could get with the blade, to see if it would be an acceptable skill to pick up. Pulling her arm back, the feline chucked the blade at the board and cringed when a loud 'Bang!' sounded through the Sanctuary. Many animals were startled awake, which was not Reven's intention, but her lack of aim and strength showed when the dagger hit the board, hilt first, and clattered to the ground.
The weight of the weapon didn't help. She could see it when she picked up another dagger to throw. It was unbalanced and even thought they could be used to throw, they were not ideal for such actions. After launching the fifth dagger toward the board, Reven sighed as it smacked against the wood and fell to the side. Moving toward the board to retrieve the items, her brow furrowed. How frustrating! She came out into the courtyard tonight to burn off steam, not add more fire to already bubbling anger. Reven cursed and grabbed the daggers, turning to head back. The forest beckon her as did the grasslands though, she learned her lesson. As much as she wanted to wander, the Kelvic couldn't.
With that thought, the cozy, quiet atmosphere that enveloped the Sanctuary suddenly felt like a cage.
Reven let out a gentle sigh and attempted to untangle herself from her bondmate's limbs. It was most likely the second bell... It certainly felt that like it anyway as most of the Sanctuary staff and animals were fast asleep, the area almost noiseless. As Syna and Leth danced across the skies day in and day out, the memories of the event slowly settled back to her mind yet the emotions lingered. She needed to let off some steam... Falling back into her regular routine was proving difficult. The Kelvic needed proof that she could take care of herself. Reven needed to be strong, she needed to be better so that people didn't feel the need to worry. Ultimately, she needed to prove to herself that she was capable. Perfection was her expectation, unfortunately...
Weaving out of his arms, the cougar slipped away from their bed, moving to dress herself in a thin, cotton tunic, with cotton pants and her typical boots before heading out of the suite, knife strapped to her upper, right thigh. Reven sauntered silently through the halls, moving from the common room into the training area the Within housed. She had used this room before and as brief as it was, the Kelvic still remembered where the armory supplies were stored. Pushing open the door, hazel eyes glanced around at the weapon racks, noticing the battle axes, swords, maces, and spears. None of which she wanted. Stepping further into the storage room, she looked around on the tables at the leather armor suits, the shields, and then wooden barrels containing exactly what she wanted. Reaching inside, Reven pulled out five daggers that were sharpened and ready for use before stepping back from the barrel. A hand ax, hilt wooden while the metal appear cheap, rusted, settled against one of the weapon racks. Arm strength was something she lacked when it came to armed combat so handling a battle ax was completely out of the question. However, the hand ax looked easy enough and with that expectation, Reven picked it up and ventured to the above ground.
The cougar needed to hit something, maybe that would ease the irritation she felt. Her quiet steps carried her through the Sanctuary, rousing some animals for a few brief ticks before they fell back to sleep. Cool air caressed her skin, moisture from morning dew already floating about in the wind, settling on the dirt below. She found herself standing in the middle of the main courtyard where Leth's moon sat just above the horizon indicating morning would be upon them in a few short bells. The moon shined down, not as brightly as it would when it was brilliantly full but still provided enough light for Reven to see comfortably. Then the feline set down the weapons she carried and went about setting up the board that was propped up just a few paces from her. Once it was in place and a great distance from anything Reven might break, she returned to the daggers and hand ax, ready to begin her self training.
Sadly, she didn't exactly know what she was doing except for the fact that she wanted to see the sharp metal of the dagger sink into the board. Instinct called for release and if it wasn't pitch black out in the forests and grasslands, the cougar would have dared a hunt, wishing to let go of her woes somehow. Taking the hilt of the dagger, she balanced it in her hands. It was cold, slightly heavy and appearing as though it had been sharpened recently. Gripping it loosely, hazel eyes looked on at the archery board almost fifteen paces from her. She wanted to throw it, to see how much distance she could get with the blade, to see if it would be an acceptable skill to pick up. Pulling her arm back, the feline chucked the blade at the board and cringed when a loud 'Bang!' sounded through the Sanctuary. Many animals were startled awake, which was not Reven's intention, but her lack of aim and strength showed when the dagger hit the board, hilt first, and clattered to the ground.
The weight of the weapon didn't help. She could see it when she picked up another dagger to throw. It was unbalanced and even thought they could be used to throw, they were not ideal for such actions. After launching the fifth dagger toward the board, Reven sighed as it smacked against the wood and fell to the side. Moving toward the board to retrieve the items, her brow furrowed. How frustrating! She came out into the courtyard tonight to burn off steam, not add more fire to already bubbling anger. Reven cursed and grabbed the daggers, turning to head back. The forest beckon her as did the grasslands though, she learned her lesson. As much as she wanted to wander, the Kelvic couldn't.
With that thought, the cozy, quiet atmosphere that enveloped the Sanctuary suddenly felt like a cage.
