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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2020 5:15 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2020 5:17 am
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He would not allow her to provoke him. Had he not learned how to control his mind through his practice with the 'toy,' he would have been incensed by her words.
Her tone shifted then, and he could not help but be suspicious of her motives. Still, what could she do? If she launched an attack, he was prepared for that, and she knew that, too. "It's a work in progress," he admitted, acknowledging that he did not yet see himself as a master. "I'm very good, but there's still more to learn. There's always more..." his voice trailed off. It would take him more than a lifetime to truly master this art at best. He found himself returning to the idea of the generations succeeding him. He could pass down more than a legend: he could pass on the evidence as well... through an apprentice. Just as his master taught him, he could teach another. How hard could it be?
His legend would live on, supported by his legacy.
His thoughts returned to the weasel. "It's interesting that we're teaching each other about our lives and somehow have similar wants... even though we couldn't be more different." To think he had shared qualities with a weasel... he detested the thought.
"No, it's not the 'toy' that makes me strong; it teaches me how to be strong,"his lips parted into a slight smile, his expression somewhere between mischievous and malicious, "and I've become a very accomplished killer because of it."
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2020 10:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2020 10:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2020 10:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2020 10:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2020 4:49 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2020 4:51 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2020 4:51 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2020 4:53 am
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His eyes narrowed as she spoke, a smile tugging at the ends of his lips. What interesting knowledge. "I'm from the far east. There are plenty of walkers, but none of them have a 'charm.'" So, a cure for skinwalker blood madness existed. He imagined Hojo turning in his grave. All those years training Ashura in hopes of taming the skinwalker through a disciplined life guided by the sword, only to die at the edge of his apprentice's blade. It was unbelievable that all the old swordsman had to do was acquire a simple charm from an Angeni to have the apprentice he wanted. Ashura could not help but laugh. "My master and my herd didn't know about these things, either, or I'd probably be a different fox."
He threw his head back and laughed again as she joined him on the ground. He found himself almost glad that he did not kill this weasel; apparently, she carried a wealth of information in that crafty head.
"Thanks for the waning," he began, rising to his paws and prowling towards her. "I'll manage; they have to beat me before they charm me." He sat again, now close to her. Either of them could strike the other, and he waited to see what she would do.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2020 4:54 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2020 4:59 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2020 5:00 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2020 5:04 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2020 5:05 am
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