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There was a time when soldiers marched, armor glistening in the dawn. Weather it be fully plated armor, chainmail, leather, half-mail, half-plate: all soldier's fist beat at their chest, sign their heart beat with pride. Sound of steps upon the cobblestone, orbs trained on the one in front of them, ignoring the jeers or jests. Many cheered for victory, others prayed for their safe return. Whatever it would be, someone's family member was on the line. War was never a good thing. Should not be cheered or joy taken in the victory or death of the enemy. Soldiers through your town meant lives were going to be lost, that the enemy could be at your doorstep before you knew it. Should they bring victory or defeat, the pounding of fist to heart was never the same upon return. Foot falls were slower, unsteady, carrying a burden that was not there before. That none should bare, a baggage of burden one wished not to unpack. The look upon faces grim and broken. A time all glad to be over. Yet... Why did Hokori find herself thinking of a time when she should have been to little to remember? She recalls holding her mother's skirt as the soldiers moved on, either eager to return home or to find glory on the battlefield, she could not recount. Kaen was a peaceful town as any, with bout of some chaos, it was normal living. A small civil war almost broke out, it had been put to a stop before any momentum could be gained. Why she remembered this still escaped her.

Hokori removed her blade from it's casing, a simple cloth covering encased the polearm. A glaive, polearm with a blade at the end of one side or both. Silver metal and golden trim gleam in the late morning sun. She bares the weight one handed, testing it for flaws. Should the blade loosen it will need to be tightened, the ruby to fall from it's perch would mean it is cracked or defective and also need to be replaced. She runs her claws over the red stained leather and cloth, old, worn form time and use. Surprised the fangs have not fallen from there leather cords. Largest cloth still tightly knotted in place. Weight feels the same as before, it brings a smirk to her features. It need not be mended or fixed. She will not need to wait any longer, to get back to training or jobs, since the incident. She flips it around, grazing the edge of her wrist as it spins before being caught up right, between her claws. She moves foreword a step, swinging in a horizontal slash, than back quicker. She swings once more, one handed. Again and again, than switches to her other hand when the first gets tired. A simple workout after being bed ridden for nearly a month. The blade slashes beautifully, arching out and around her body as it switches hands once more. She works herself with it, as if learning again.

It cuts through imaginary enemies, warm breeze blowing back from it. Vertical, diagonal, horizontal slashes comboed together, an amalgamation of different forms. Any she could think of to work through, new and old. She moves her body to better reach or strike out those in front of her. Her foot slides across the ground in a semicircle, she holds the glaive two handed. She works through the same motions as before. Than a third time working with her tail. A final time with all that she has reviewed, combing every trick in the book she has. Using old thrusts with a new hand angel or tail, imploring kicks and claw slashes. A cool breeze billows along, hair flowing with it. The sun is high in the sky, beating upon her. She had not realized how long she had been at this. Working up a sweat, hair even coming out of the braid it's usually in. She stands proud, knowing she hasn't lost her touch. Rolling her shoulders, they crackle and snap to loosen up. She follows through with other joints, to which they give the same results. It is than her stomach makes itself known, grumbling. She calls it a day at that, sore and tired, but a meal sounds good first. Next time she will have to incorporate magic with her moves.

I just love the way that AndyD sketched Hokori in a fighting stance. She did a marvelous job on her weapon as well. She got the details right and everything.
Character/Fursona ScytheSno
ArtWork AndyD on FA

Description
There was a time when soldiers marched, armor glistening in the dawn. Weather it be fully plated armor, chainmail, leather, half-mail, half-plate: all soldier's fist beat at their chest, sign their heart beat with pride. Sound of steps upon the cobblestone, orbs trained on the one in front of them, ignoring the jeers or jests. Many cheered for victory, others prayed for their safe return. Whatever it would be, someone's family member was on the line. War was never a good thing. Should not be cheered or joy taken in the victory or death of the enemy. Soldiers through your town meant lives were going to be lost, that the enemy could be at your doorstep before you knew it. Should they bring victory or defeat, the pounding of fist to heart was never the same upon return. Foot falls were slower, unsteady, carrying a burden that was not there before. That none should bare, a baggage of burden one wished not to unpack. The look upon faces grim and broken. A time all glad to be over. Yet... Why did Hokori find herself thinking of a time when she should have been to little to remember? She recalls holding her mother's skirt as the soldiers moved on, either eager to return home or to find glory on the battlefield, she could not recount. Kaen was a peaceful town as any, with bout of some chaos, it was normal living. A small civil war almost broke out, it had been put to a stop before any momentum could be gained. Why she remembered this still escaped her.

Hokori removed her blade from it's casing, a simple cloth covering encased the polearm. A glaive, polearm with a blade at the end of one side or both. Silver metal and golden trim gleam in the late morning sun. She bares the weight one handed, testing it for flaws. Should the blade loosen it will need to be tightened, the ruby to fall from it's perch would mean it is cracked or defective and also need to be replaced. She runs her claws over the red stained leather and cloth, old, worn form time and use. Surprised the fangs have not fallen from there leather cords. Largest cloth still tightly knotted in place. Weight feels the same as before, it brings a smirk to her features. It need not be mended or fixed. She will not need to wait any longer, to get back to training or jobs, since the incident. She flips it around, grazing the edge of her wrist as it spins before being caught up right, between her claws. She moves foreword a step, swinging in a horizontal slash, than back quicker. She swings once more, one handed. Again and again, than switches to her other hand when the first gets tired. A simple workout after being bed ridden for nearly a month. The blade slashes beautifully, arching out and around her body as it switches hands once more. She works herself with it, as if learning again.

It cuts through imaginary enemies, warm breeze blowing back from it. Vertical, diagonal, horizontal slashes comboed together, an amalgamation of different forms. Any she could think of to work through, new and old. She moves her body to better reach or strike out those in front of her. Her foot slides across the ground in a semicircle, she holds the glaive two handed. She works through the same motions as before. Than a third time working with her tail. A final time with all that she has reviewed, combing every trick in the book she has. Using old thrusts with a new hand angel or tail, imploring kicks and claw slashes. A cool breeze billows along, hair flowing with it. The sun is high in the sky, beating upon her. She had not realized how long she had been at this. Working up a sweat, hair even coming out of the braid it's usually in. She stands proud, knowing she hasn't lost her touch. Rolling her shoulders, they crackle and snap to loosen up. She follows through with other joints, to which they give the same results. It is than her stomach makes itself known, grumbling. She calls it a day at that, sore and tired, but a meal sounds good first. Next time she will have to incorporate magic with her moves.

I just love the way that AndyD sketched Hokori in a fighting stance. She did a marvelous job on her weapon as well. She got the details right and everything.
Character/Fursona ScytheSno
ArtWork AndyD on FA