Crowe smiled happily as he gazed upon the spotless wooden floor of the empty room. All that really stood in there was a rack of weapons brought in from his own stall, some dummies and a rather strange wolf in the middle.
Thank the Maker that Winter is coming back, stop bleeding gettin all my hairs on the damn floor!
He eyed the hairs on his one good arm, the other firmly holding his side, making sure that the hairs stayed where they were or they would meet Mr Hoover.
Sighing, he stroked his scars on his face gently, reminiscing on his life briefly, which mainly involved him getting hurt. A lot. Well he was still going (somehow) and now he was a respected (well he hoped) teacher here to bestow his knowledge on fighting and what to not call a dragon.
The wolf was basically flesh stuck to scars and metal with a carpet wrapped round it all; the left arm was synthetic to the shoulder, no fur, with scars on st least 40% of his body. He clapped the hands together, the right one regretting this instantly as he bit his lip tightly.
No classes with tonight's party was coming very soon and he couldn't wait for Eclipse's surprise dress, and try we're both together whilst the twins had a nannie. Grinning wolfishly, he flicked a some hairs off the weapons with the left hand then stepped out and for a potentially dangerous walk.
The sound of weapons crashing together onto a wooden floor followed by a distant curse from a certain wolf in the city somewhere.
Thank the Maker that Winter is coming back, stop bleeding gettin all my hairs on the damn floor!
He eyed the hairs on his one good arm, the other firmly holding his side, making sure that the hairs stayed where they were or they would meet Mr Hoover.
Sighing, he stroked his scars on his face gently, reminiscing on his life briefly, which mainly involved him getting hurt. A lot. Well he was still going (somehow) and now he was a respected (well he hoped) teacher here to bestow his knowledge on fighting and what to not call a dragon.
The wolf was basically flesh stuck to scars and metal with a carpet wrapped round it all; the left arm was synthetic to the shoulder, no fur, with scars on st least 40% of his body. He clapped the hands together, the right one regretting this instantly as he bit his lip tightly.
No classes with tonight's party was coming very soon and he couldn't wait for Eclipse's surprise dress, and try we're both together whilst the twins had a nannie. Grinning wolfishly, he flicked a some hairs off the weapons with the left hand then stepped out and for a potentially dangerous walk.
The sound of weapons crashing together onto a wooden floor followed by a distant curse from a certain wolf in the city somewhere.