pipeline - knives

[J. ADALGAR]

[align=center][glow=grey,2,300] and what's wrong with being confident?[/glow]

hebi was familiar with the need to protect. Since hebi had joined clans, in what seemed like eons ago- it was always in a constant state of war, constant state of protecting others and creating a reputation of something to be feared. vengeance was struck on the battle-field: from both sides. For hebi it was merely for peace, all he had ever wanted for the longest time was peace, and now here he paced alone restless with it.

he was raised in war, and in peace the thing he fought for for years, for his life sacrificed so much for the sake of, the chance to see it with his own eyes- it all felt so suddenly hollow: it left him gaping and raw and vunrable, and he still dreamed- thrashed about war.

the war was over, it was over years ago when he left, but he took the war with him even if it were only in his head. it was better, better to see the peace in others and simply feel satisfied for that, if nothing else.

but here, in a small clearing watching clony with knives the way the bat clumsy gripped them and swung them for rin's entertainment, for explanation: hebi felt a shiver of unease something was brewing along his shoulders, a tension that hadn't faded in weeks, in the moon he had been there.

the war ; wasn't over with him

it was his penance for rejoining one, he assumed; and in the quiet of the shade hebi allowed himself the quiet moment to gather himself before he spoke. "if you're looking for some help with those, i don't mind lending a a few hours to teach you to fight with something larger than the length of you." hebi, he was good with his blades, but he was better- excellent at spears. it was literally in his name not that many knew the meaning of his last name.