Painful Art

[Tadala Dynas]

1. Obey the rules, yada yada yada...
2. Post after my post.
3. Follow the order.
4. Any Werecat can join.

[Tadala Dynas]

Tadala stood on the plain as she wind swept through her hair, twisting it in on herself. Her back was still slashed from shoulder blade to hip. The bandages white under the loose, black, see-through blouse. And her ribs were healing even slower but then most bone did. It didn't help that she was out her almost every day retraining herself in the Tyrs fashion.

The wicked blades belted to her hip was a part of the Tyrs tradition, and when used perfectly they were even more lethal, able to cut bone it struck with enough force. And as a healer as well, Tadala had perfected the ability.

Another gust of wind ruffled her clothing and hair as her right foot flashed forward and she paused. She swung her arms out forward and to the left in a parallel line to the ground. Again she paused. A bird started singing in the silence as Tadala listened, her eyes closed.

Now that she was facing her left she pulled her left foot backwards, meeting her right. Her right foot stepped out again, just a flash, to the side as she drew one of the blades. The whistle the friction created made a few birds cry out in response.

Slowly she swung the blade up and around her head, the sharp edge cutting the air. It sounded like a wooden pan flute. As Tadala worked through the opening moves of the battle art, a light sheen of sweat caught the light of the sun at odd times. Her movements grew faster, the second blade singing from its sheath, and not soon after Tadala was right in the middle of the battle dance that had given the Tyrs technique its name.

Her left arm slashed forward, the blade quivering in her sweaty hand. And then the white hot pain as she felt her wound open. She cried out as she took a knee, her right fisted pounded the ground in anger as she growled.

Gently she sat back, her right arm clutching her ribs. If only she could heal faster... If only...

[Lumikki Piirka]

Drag...

Drag....

Drag....

The redhead hauled the heavy chain over her shoulder, touching briefly on the thought that the coffin was probably crushing all the plant life that was fed under it. Oh well, plants grew back, and she had to transport the thing somehow. It wasn't as though she had the strength to carry it, and she fancied herself to be full of vigor, maybe even invincible.

Lumi glanced up when she heard a cry farther in the glade, followed by a growl made by the same person. It didn't sound like a fight was breaking out or anything between a werecat and a wild animal or, she'd hope not, a werewolf, but she took it upon herself to investigate anyway. She dragged the coffin farther, and the form of a sitting blonde young woman came into view. At first the redhead wondered if the other werecat had injured herself with her own blade, but that didn't make any sense.

Well, a lot of things don't make sense, so she better not rule that out just yet.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, giving the coffin one last tug before she took the chain off her shoulder, though it still stayed in her hand. Though it was mostly trapped, the sickly scent of vampire seeped out of the cracks of the stained and heavy lid.

[Tadala Dynas]

Tadala turned to the voice. It was a young Werecat dragging a coffin. Strange... She smiled weakly. "Yeah, just not fully healed yet."

She shifted her eyes to the coffin behind the Werecat, "What's that for, if I may ask?"


((Sooo sorry this is short and retarded.))

[Lumikki Piirka]

Lumi arched a brow. "For the werecat's healer, you kind of dumb when it comes to, you know, healing," she said, chuckling. In a tone that was just only slightly less offensive, she added, "You know you're supposed to REST when you're hurt, right?"

At the question, she glanced at the coffin briefly, as though considering her answer. Looking back at the blonde in front of her, she grinned widely, "It's for you, when you bleed out from opening your wounds too much."