Yros - AW- Against the odds.

The yearling of pink fur and defiant blue eyes rested a top of a branch, settled to spy anything around he. The wind blowing against her fluffy coat,making her close her eyes every now and then. Her paws were placed in a way that she could place her chin over the front arms, the back end supported by her muscular hindquarters, also with the cat like claws helping her get traction against the bark. Tail hanging down from the branch which was high in the tree. The view from thew was just stunning. It was just beyond anything she had seen.

But she knew she couldnt stay here long, laziness wasnt a good thing. And even less for those who had to serve others, though right now she didnt have someone to work for. But that brought the chance to train and exercise! Yawning and stretching her toes she approached to the trunk for starting her desencion back to the soil. Siftly, like a feather she landed with the graze of the ninja she was. The lady she should be.

In a rope in her haunch her beloved Katan rested secured by the hide case,only to be taken out for battle or for training like now. She takes it out and begins her training by sparring with the tree she just had slept into.

everyone has their boiling point, and she is nearing hers. so, in a rare act of selfishness, hollyhock dons her green and gold-trimmed traveling cloak and slips out of the dell. away from duty, away from restraint, away from the noise: the relief is instant. fresh air buffets her soft features, gently tussling her long, rose-colored fur, and she can feel her body release some slack in the tension it carries. she closes her eyes and breathes in, holding that breath until she can release it out into the world once more with her stress in tow. when she opens her eyes again, she feels like a different wolf altogether. it’s in this renewed mindset that she moves forward and into the woodlands.

hollyhock had forgotten how good it feels to have her mind to herself, without the buzz of others' thoughts. in truth, the quiet is almost blaring. she dares herself to enjoy it ( and she does ). smiling, she ventures on, weaving deftly through brush, a blush against the snow. she is about to look for a rock to sun on when she becomes aware of a mind ahead, its thoughts unreadable just yet. her ears prick up, the runes along her head and back igniting briefly. a wildling, she thinks, catching no scent of a court on the wind. her yellow eyes narrow, at last landing on the form of a young girl, barely into her first gyre.

you venture close to court territory, young miss, appearing from a nearby holly bush, she speaks plainly: a kind warning. her gaze sweeps to the weapon nearby, which certainly piques her interest. what a fine blade you have, hollyhock offers in earnest, her lips still folded into a seasoned smile. where have you come from?

Yaeume

The young fighter did her best to move smart, to move with purpose.

She was far from being a master in the swordsmanship, there was a lot to learn still. But for that she was here, and she was willing to work everyday in order to become the best. Ears flat and tail up, toes spread into the glass for better traction. Claws sheltered to avoid any damage to them. She never used them unless she was forced to, knowing they could be dangerous weapons if one wasn't careful enough. Finally as she felt her heart beat fast, she stopped to rest. She returned the sword to it's case,sitting down.

Before resuming her activities, the noise from pawsteps made her stop. Blue eyes land on another pink wolf, of course a complete stranger to her. {"I know that Miss. I dont have any wish to go any closer."} Not like she felt interested with the Court. She always minded her own affairs.

{"From nowhere, I am just a wanderer."} And she was happy with that. She held herself calm, confident. Her ears moved with the sounds of the background, from birds singing, to the wind through the grass. {"To whom do I have the pleasure of talking to?"} She asked calmly.

Hollyhock