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Post by Honeystorm on May 29, 2020 23:31:27 GMT -5
( Creating a bunch of open threads and pinging users in them! Feel free to reply regardless of if you're the one tagged to jump in or not, and even if you're tagged, obviously this is an optional rp. eventide here's your thread. c; )
Shule was headed to Post Alpha this morning. In lieu of having a Mercenary or Scout Superior for this particular moment, she'd taken on both roles. Teaching Cadets to hunt effectively, and defend themselves. It wasn't an easy sort of training, nothing was with this Commander. Mornings started before dawn, with stretching, runs, defense practice, trap building, and hunting practice. It wasn't an everyday thing, as even though it was generally made for Scouts and Mercenaries, it included the Guider and Raiser Cadets as well. Generally, it was two days per week, one being a more difficult full day centered around pushing the limits of every Cadet and teaching them anything they needed to know, and a shorter half day wherein they ran, did their hour of hunting, and some sparring to keep up basic skills. Even Guiders, Raisers, and Scouts needed to know the basics of defense if it came to it, and getting the moves taught early was imperative in her mind.
Today was their half day, and they'd already finished for the day. Prey had been hunted, and sparring was done, just dismissed. The Cadets were milling about, relaxing, with a few still practicing some moves with each other. Things certainly seemed to be progressing well, and she couldn't claim this credit as all her own.
Run, run, run. Fleet paws fly over moors and plains until everything becomes a blur of black and white and gray and the only thing she can trust is that, in this moment, she is real. Arcadia is a she-cat of the sky, of the wind and the the wyrd. Her path may have been carved for her at birth, but her mind runs a mile a minute and she follows nothing unless she chooses to. Independent and wild, she bucks under authority and shuns rules, instead listening to her heart to guide her. Small and lithe, the she-cat can run for miles and not tire, relishing the feel of air on her face and wind in her fur. The sky lives in her eyes and the moon in her heart. She has a smart mouth but kind heart, and more often than not gets into trouble for failing to put her words in the right way. Without the guidance of the Regime, she would have run feral moons ago, yet even still there is something inextricably savage about her that makes predators and allies both think twice before taking her on.
Cadet Arcadia was exhausted. Bone deep, soul wrenchingly weary. Day in and day out she woke up hours before the sun, sneaked out, helped train cadets to hunt for extra prey, and then made it back to Post Echo in time to partake in her normal daily training. Though today's was just a half day and really only a cool-down session of running, sparring, and hunting, she couldn't shake the fatigue that hung over her like a dark cloud. She'd been struck twice during training by slow, clearly telegraphed moves, and had lost a perfectly plump squirrel during her hunt. If anyone cared to pay attention, it was obvious Arcadia was not at her top form. Still, her attitude was pleasantly upbeat and her outlook was always optimistic with her groupmates, it was simply impossible to disguise her worn-out state.
"Arcadia, come here a moment." Shule could tell she was tired from a mile away, and though she knew the Scout Cadets in particular had a lot of extra work, even then, the Cadet shouldn't have been so out of it for the day. "Are you feeling well? You weren't performing as well as usual." The Commander questioned, frowning ever so slightly. The ebony she-cat was known for her cold, stoic demeanor, and this was no different, though she did seem to have genuine concern for the Cadet.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Jun 8, 2020 22:50:03 GMT -5
Cadet Arcadia approached Shule, her thoughts racing. Had her late-night exploits been discovered? Had someone finally given up the ghost and talked? She kept her steps even and her expression pleasantly blank, stopping in front of Shule and offering her a respectful dip of her head. "Commander Shule," she mewed, raising her head once again. "I apologize for my performance today. I find that the recent training and my extra hunting on the side have caught up with me more than I would have hoped." Her language was stiff and formal, a remnant of the training she got as a tyke in Post Kilo.
