Post by Jynjyr on Jan 10, 2010 20:20:59 GMT -8
One round of a fight, or weeks of training under a Fenris Metis.
Hilga wasn't sure why they'd chosen the latter but she wasn't going to back down from the unexpected choice.
She'd went out to the spots that Amalrik (??) had talked to her about and began to mark it out. The first sessions would be clearing the underbrush for proper training while trying to keep out of the way of getting pegged by stones and sticks she and the new Get would be tossing at them.
If they got hit they'd learn to take it.
If they started to learn to get out of the way even better.
And the best lesson would come if they tried to leave the practice before it was done.
Learn how to clear out the underbrush without disturbing the overhead canopies, leaving them hidden.
learn how to take a route that would make you less of a target.
They'd have to learn to work as a team, to look out for each other. To watch for their pack mates as they were moving heavy armloads so armloads weren't dropped at a hail of stones and wood. Or to help those loads being carried as someone else covered them.
For a first lesson, it was mediocre, but it served a purpose. And it taught the most important lesson, and one that it was sometimes hard for the tiny get to cope with.
You're not always doing the glorious work... but that doesn't mean you should be idle.
It would be the first of many of such lessons to be done. But she looked forward to it. Finally she had something to do. It wasn't ideal, it wasnt battle, but it was something.
She'd wanted to tell them all that she knew how hard it was, how what the Elders had said could be difficult to do. To submit. To accept, to /obey/..to respect your Alpha's decision no matter how much it twisted your gut in knots of burning anger.
But fighting it and defying it, in her case and many others would have only resulted in her death and likely the needless deaths of her pack. Ruining the tactis they'd mapped out. Sometimes, you had to accept when you were told there was just no place for you. Accept the place you are told to be. And make the best of it..
And here she was.
She waited for the Wild Raven pack patiently, and anyone else who wanted to join.
Two weeks was not enough time.. Not at all.
But she'd throw herself against the battle of time as sure as she would any melee with an enemy.
Hilga wasn't sure why they'd chosen the latter but she wasn't going to back down from the unexpected choice.
She'd went out to the spots that Amalrik (??) had talked to her about and began to mark it out. The first sessions would be clearing the underbrush for proper training while trying to keep out of the way of getting pegged by stones and sticks she and the new Get would be tossing at them.
If they got hit they'd learn to take it.
If they started to learn to get out of the way even better.
And the best lesson would come if they tried to leave the practice before it was done.
Learn how to clear out the underbrush without disturbing the overhead canopies, leaving them hidden.
learn how to take a route that would make you less of a target.
They'd have to learn to work as a team, to look out for each other. To watch for their pack mates as they were moving heavy armloads so armloads weren't dropped at a hail of stones and wood. Or to help those loads being carried as someone else covered them.
For a first lesson, it was mediocre, but it served a purpose. And it taught the most important lesson, and one that it was sometimes hard for the tiny get to cope with.
You're not always doing the glorious work... but that doesn't mean you should be idle.
It would be the first of many of such lessons to be done. But she looked forward to it. Finally she had something to do. It wasn't ideal, it wasnt battle, but it was something.
She'd wanted to tell them all that she knew how hard it was, how what the Elders had said could be difficult to do. To submit. To accept, to /obey/..to respect your Alpha's decision no matter how much it twisted your gut in knots of burning anger.
But fighting it and defying it, in her case and many others would have only resulted in her death and likely the needless deaths of her pack. Ruining the tactis they'd mapped out. Sometimes, you had to accept when you were told there was just no place for you. Accept the place you are told to be. And make the best of it..
And here she was.
She waited for the Wild Raven pack patiently, and anyone else who wanted to join.
Two weeks was not enough time.. Not at all.
But she'd throw herself against the battle of time as sure as she would any melee with an enemy.
