40th Day of Spring, 508 A.V.
9th Bell
9th Bell
The piercing rumble of stricken metal echoed throughout the Training Yard with glorious fervor. Quzon was well aware of the many eyes watching him as he made his way through various courtyards in search for his Tokoh, it wasn't an uncommon thing for people to stare at him in confusion or just loss as to how to react to him. It wasn't something that bothered him since he wasn't about to change who he was just because he confused a few people. Okay, few was a drastic underestimate, but the fact remained that the mixed blood was never going to accept other peoples negative view of his worthiness. He was marked by Myri. He had the right to be in the military to protect the city.
Quzon was silent for as he walked, looking around for any sign of a Riamm. He was told that if he found the the hairy creature then Yolotli of the The Changing Moon would not be too far away. He had no doubt that the information was true considering the Changing Moon
loved the little puff clouds.
Quzon turned his attention towards a woman who stood next to one, his eyes focusing on her far too thoroughly. That was the only way to explain his gaze; he looked at her, scanned her with his vision, ignoring the fluffy ball of hair that followed her around. Then approached her. “Quzon of the Barbed Earth, reporting for duty.” He spoke sternly, keeping his green eyes set forward as he stood tall before the woman.
"Mm," was all Yolotli murmured as Quzon stood before the Tokoh. She folded her arms across her chest and leered at the pale half Isur, regarding him silently. She knew the new Rekrut was special, but she just didn't expect...well, him. She lifted her hand in a signal towards another woman.
"ENOUGH!" The woman yelled out. The brashness of her voice broke through the sounds of fighting causing several warriors to gather into a single file line. Quzon's emerald eyes glanced over each person, locking eyes with them at least once before moving onto the next. The sound of bones that decorated Yolotli's belt rattled as she walked up and down the line. "This... is Quzon, our newest Rekrut." With all of their eyes on him, he felt alone. He didn't trust a single one of those whom he would call his fang mates.
"As many of you know, I am not a woman of words. But, heed this these. It is our goal to attain victory. To combat any adversary or suffering because victory has no meaning without strife. We battle hard here! We do this so that any foe we may face in combat will be nothing in comparison to the war's you shall have fought against your Fang mate's... No one will be given special treatment. "
When Yolotli finished speaking, she introduced several members of her fang. Xoco of The Slitted Throat; the second in command and senior most Rekrut in the fang, Momoztli of The Lost Grove; the healer , Tepin of The White Water; the scared, and Teyacapan of The Patient Shadows; the silent mute. There were other members of the fang, although everyone was quickly commanded to resume their training before they could be introduced.
"Quzon. Tepin. You will train together. Lets see what the Mixed Blood can do." Tepin grinned sinisterly focusing his hateful glare upon the Quzon. Tepin was fairly short for his race and well built, his thick dark hair brushed to the side, his skin covered in almost ritualistic scaring.
"So, I get the sick skin." Tepin hissed vehemently.
Quzon glared stoically back at the man... he hated being called that.
Quzon was silent for as he walked, looking around for any sign of a Riamm. He was told that if he found the the hairy creature then Yolotli of the The Changing Moon would not be too far away. He had no doubt that the information was true considering the Changing Moon
Quzon turned his attention towards a woman who stood next to one, his eyes focusing on her far too thoroughly. That was the only way to explain his gaze; he looked at her, scanned her with his vision, ignoring the fluffy ball of hair that followed her around. Then approached her. “Quzon of the Barbed Earth, reporting for duty.” He spoke sternly, keeping his green eyes set forward as he stood tall before the woman.
"Mm," was all Yolotli murmured as Quzon stood before the Tokoh. She folded her arms across her chest and leered at the pale half Isur, regarding him silently. She knew the new Rekrut was special, but she just didn't expect...well, him. She lifted her hand in a signal towards another woman.
"ENOUGH!" The woman yelled out. The brashness of her voice broke through the sounds of fighting causing several warriors to gather into a single file line. Quzon's emerald eyes glanced over each person, locking eyes with them at least once before moving onto the next. The sound of bones that decorated Yolotli's belt rattled as she walked up and down the line. "This... is Quzon, our newest Rekrut." With all of their eyes on him, he felt alone. He didn't trust a single one of those whom he would call his fang mates.
"As many of you know, I am not a woman of words. But, heed this these. It is our goal to attain victory. To combat any adversary or suffering because victory has no meaning without strife. We battle hard here! We do this so that any foe we may face in combat will be nothing in comparison to the war's you shall have fought against your Fang mate's... No one will be given special treatment. "
When Yolotli finished speaking, she introduced several members of her fang. Xoco of The Slitted Throat; the second in command and senior most Rekrut in the fang, Momoztli of The Lost Grove; the healer , Tepin of The White Water; the scared, and Teyacapan of The Patient Shadows; the silent mute. There were other members of the fang, although everyone was quickly commanded to resume their training before they could be introduced.
"So, I get the sick skin." Tepin hissed vehemently.
Quzon glared stoically back at the man... he hated being called that.
