Post by Eto on Jun 24, 2016 3:53:05 GMT
"Parry, ripost, thrust, dodge, slash, counter, deflect, block, strike." The redhaired hopeful repeated the mantra over and over again as his wooden blade moved through each motion against an opponent that only existed in his mind. The guard had posted that their recruitment officer would be coming by, and Etonis wasn't going to miss the opportunity to enter the guard.
"If you spent half the time in the books as you do in the yard you might be worth something someday boy." The harsh words of a rail thin adult male called out to his son. Eto of course turned toward him with a pair of bright green eyes, his mothers eyes and grinned. "And if I did, you'd tell me that I need to be out here practicing with my sword---" He held up the wooden weapon "so that I could defend my family... IF I ever decided that I wanted one." He laughed and moved back into stance, flowing through the motions of combat like water through a glass.
"My boy, if you live by the sword, you're going to die by the sword." His father leaned against one of the large maple tree's that dotted the land and watched his son with interest. The boy was talented, had quick reflexes like his mother, and a sharp mind like his father. He'd make an good member of the guard, but how much of that talent would go to waste? How much more could his boy be if he hadn't been born as his son? If his wife had choosen someone of greater status than a craftsman? He watched Eto move, watched his footwork. He was always in motion, always in response to the next possible threat.
His father sighed. "Who and what will my boy become?" He asked no one in particular.
"Exactly who and what he wants to be." Came the the voice of his wife. "Our boy will be exactly what he wants to be." She commented kissing her husband once on the cheek.
~~~~~
"No!" Eto growled waking up from the nightmare. "No I wont be..." The vampire put his head in his hands and sighed. More than two centuries and he still had no idea, still could only survive and defend himself from the next percieved attack. He'd had more than two lifetimes and still he'd failed.
"If you spent half the time in the books as you do in the yard you might be worth something someday boy." The harsh words of a rail thin adult male called out to his son. Eto of course turned toward him with a pair of bright green eyes, his mothers eyes and grinned. "And if I did, you'd tell me that I need to be out here practicing with my sword---" He held up the wooden weapon "so that I could defend my family... IF I ever decided that I wanted one." He laughed and moved back into stance, flowing through the motions of combat like water through a glass.
"My boy, if you live by the sword, you're going to die by the sword." His father leaned against one of the large maple tree's that dotted the land and watched his son with interest. The boy was talented, had quick reflexes like his mother, and a sharp mind like his father. He'd make an good member of the guard, but how much of that talent would go to waste? How much more could his boy be if he hadn't been born as his son? If his wife had choosen someone of greater status than a craftsman? He watched Eto move, watched his footwork. He was always in motion, always in response to the next possible threat.
His father sighed. "Who and what will my boy become?" He asked no one in particular.
"Exactly who and what he wants to be." Came the the voice of his wife. "Our boy will be exactly what he wants to be." She commented kissing her husband once on the cheek.
~~~~~
"No!" Eto growled waking up from the nightmare. "No I wont be..." The vampire put his head in his hands and sighed. More than two centuries and he still had no idea, still could only survive and defend himself from the next percieved attack. He'd had more than two lifetimes and still he'd failed.
