Re: Kylie (Courage Wolf)
yay... Kylie said tiredly, who had gone from tired from her ochu ordeal, to OMYFUCKINGGOD! and back to bleh. Having a better idea of how not to murder everyone around her by accident, she got her now Non electrically charged hug, finished her tea, and left Hazel along before she drove the succubus nuts with he problems, heading back up to check on the girls, and not fucking surprised at all to see storm clouds starting to form.
I reallllly need to avoid trying magic. she said to Giselle, looking up at the sky and shaking her head. S'gonna rain. so... yeah Ladies! it's been a couple hours now I think, run a lap around the temple to cool off and think, and then head back here for a last word before you are all dismissed. she shouted to everyone, basically giving them notice that training was over for today because she was exhausted.
When they all got back, she looked at them all. Some of these lessons will seem contradictory. Why teach you to kill, when I don't want you to. Why arm you at all if that's the case. And it's simple. We hope for the best, and prepare for the worst. Asha here like me has fought off Minotaurs. But those are definitely not the worst thing I've seen loose on this island and if we're all going to be roaming about, I really do need to know you can handle the worst of things the right way. And some of them? The right way, is to retreat, and bring warning, and get help. You don't need a weapon for that. Sometimes the best course of action is to talk. You don't need a sword to talk. But sometimes you will be forced to draw a blade or shoulder a bow, and when those times occur, I need to be absolutely certain you wont risk your own life over that of your opponent. If you decide a weapon is necessary, then you've decided that you have no other option, and you must strike to kill. If you don't, if say you shoot to wound, what if all that happens is you anger what you're fighting, and it kills you? or worse, an innocent. If you've reached for a weapon, then you've decided to take a life. Take that seriously, Honor that decision, and see it through. Half measures will only get you or someone else hurt. she said softly.
Giselle says that you girls have never left the island for the most part, you didn't grow up in my home. Which has it's own horrors. You are not assassins. And that's true, I wont be giving you contracts to kill corrupt officials. But I need you to trust me, this training, harsh as it will be at times, is meant to keep you alive when everything, Literally EVERYTHING else has failed you. When you have nothing left to fall back on but your wits and what you've been taught. Stick with it, I can teach you those lessons. You will find as days go by, that it gets easier, that the running is less exhausting, that the combat drills are less full of new bruises, and more of you picking up a new move or technique, your arms and legs, your core, all getting stronger. When I think Ranger, I think a person as at home in the tree tops as they are on the ground, and in the water. I think a person who is strong enough, to force an animal with no language to respect that strength. I think someone who will run longer, fight harder, and posess a wisdom that those who live sheltered lives simply do not have. You cannot be part of nature, without being as much animal as you are person. Don't fight that, embrace it. Asha. You hold back your draconic heritage. Don't, let it free when you train. Akiko, you have a similar heritage, let it loose. We were all animals before we were people. We're born as intelligent animals, culture and teaching make us civilised people. Rangers walk in both worlds, but they've turned back on civilisation to protect it, by being a part of nature again. Think on that. Tomorrow morning, right back here. Whatever Maria and Miu think is best. I trust them, so should you. Sunrise ladies. Dismissed! she said, giving the last speech she would address to her recruits. Lysa needed to hear it more then anyone, she was still young and easily frightened. Training and understanding would give the young elf understanding and confidence in herself.
Turning to Giselle, she nodded at her and let her stiff facade fade, she was bone weary, and it was barely noon. I'm out of gas love. she said tiredly, smiling.