be bold // TRAINING SESSIONS

[Cosmic]

Hope believed the Elysium had been sitting on their asses for too long. The Hellhound had grown restless- even worried, about possible enemy attack. They needed to be prepared.

“Elysians! Wake the fuckle up! It’s training time!”

[Tena M.]

[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 11px;"]Tena Moonspinner —
Finally. Dancing hues bright as the sky, burned, flashing at the sound of a loud voice that wasn't hers.  How long since that had happened?  The petite feline couldn't say and she didn't care to.  Finally someone else gets the kriff moving.  The Demdji wouldn't be pacing for the day it seemed, tail lashing to and fro.  Instead, she skirted towards Hope, kneading the ground with restless paws.  About time. 

"What'd you have in mind?" Anything.  She didn't care.  She was tired of seeing nothing done, tired of seeing little to no faces.  Tired of having only the tasks she set herself to move her paws.  She wanted more than that, or what was the point of being a clanmate?
[align=right]— I tell you this story, save your life, set you free

[lavi s.]

[div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"][align=left]IF THE SKY COMES FALLING DOWN, FOR YOU —

A loud interuption not bearing the name of Tena Moonspinner certainly owed a response.  Awknowledgement, at the very least, for Lavi had only known his fiery friend's shouts as of late.  "Perhaps your sudden loudness is contagious," the scruffy feline murmured in passing as he joined her.  But not unncessarily unwelcome.  Afterall, Lavi had grown wary of Tena's restless attitude.

A recipe for disaster really.

He took a quiet seat, rolling his shoulders back absently.  Any sort of training would be fine with him, he supposed.  Preparation could save lives and he had grown fond of this place, however quiet it had been as of late.

— THERE'S NOTHING IN THIS WORLD I WOULDN'T DO

[Straw]

  [font=trebuchet ms]Wake the- what? That was an expression Straw had never heard before. Training, though, she understood well enough.

  Training of some sort was definitely a good idea. She wasn’t much of a combatant, but she could become one if she gave it enough effort. Training in public, with others, though... that was a different beast.

  Still, she found herself padding over, stopping briefly to adjust her mask. She ought to be doing something useful, and even if that was acting as a living training dummy for someone else, that was something. They could benefit from this. Tilting her head slightly, she waited for further instructions.