Saar'Eve scratched the tip of her snout with one of her long sharp fingernails. Her black robe was spotless. There wasn't even a sign of dirt. The downside was that it smelled of saliva. But that hardly seemed to bother the great shaman of all, Darth Saar'eve! She tried meditating, as was expected of all Shaman who were as holy and wondrous as herself. But a fly quickly distracted her from her task and she started to chase it around the camp, causing her to jump head first into a mud pit, with the annoyingly tiny thing getting away. Suffice to say Saar'Eve was not pleased. Dripping of mud, she got out of the pit and began the tedious task of licking and cleaning.

 

Through the process, Saar'Eve's super Shaman senses let her know that someone was there. It of course had nothing to do with him standing right in front of her. Oh no, she had honed her senses to perfection. Nothing could get passed her. Even in her sleep, she would be aware of everything around her. Every sight, every noise, every movement, every smell. Especially the smell  >.>

 

"What want you!?" she asked the bony looking fade in front of her, in an annoyed manner. "Me busy!". The fade looked at her. Well, actually, Saar'Eve wasn't sure if it was looking at her. She started making hand gestures in front of its face to make sure, but the thing seemed rather passive so she got bored with it quickly and sat back down. The fade finally reacted, handing her a big double edged axe. Saar'Eve nodded. "You want teach? Yes. Me teach. Wait first."

 

Saar'Eve disappeared with the axe for a while but then came back, grunting excitedly with a fly in her paw, cut in half. Suddenly, another fly sat down on her snout. She sighed, defeated once again by a tiny, if worthy, adversary. Saar'Eve threw the axe at the fade and it dropped next to its white pasty feet. "Pick up. Pick stance. Show what can you do." Saar'Eve watched him with half interest, while spying on the nearest enemies/flies.

 

 

 

Saar'Eve

Shaman

Calaun made her way through the Trolloc Camp, looking for teh Shaman she was supposed to go and meet. The Camp Commander had ordered that, in trying to ease relations with the Bhan'sheen tribe to the east, a number of warriors would be sent to them for training while a number of theirs would train in the Ahf'frait camp. Though she didn't doubt 'her' Ahf'frait would come out victorious should the two alliances go to war, she doubted such a large scale war would be in their best interest, given the rumors coming from the land of the Lightfools down south.

 

Either way, none of that changed the fact that she was now walking around one of the Bhan'sheen camps, trying to get some weapons training from one of their shamans, a Trolloc names Saar'Eve. She hoped it would at least hae the intelligence to recognise her gender, though that could have been wishful thinking on her behalf. The generic armor she wore didn't help much to clarify the finer details either. Not that she was vain, of course, but she enjoyed being called a male about as much as most male Myrddraal enjoyed being called a female. Which is to say, not at all.

 

After meeting the Shaman in question, Saar'Eve turned out to be doubtfully fortunate enough to be too stupid to form a proper sentence, which nicely circumvented her main reason to be annoyed. She sighed, waiting for the Shaman to return with her axe. It used to be one of her fathers' axes until he had gotten too old to properly use it and switch to a smaller model, and having to get it back on her own... wouldn't do the intertribe relations any good. Shamans were almost as rare as Myrddraal in some tribes after all...

 

As requested, she wordlessly picked up her axe, and slipped into a stance with it. She had copied it off of her father for the most part when he taught her the basics about weaponry, and was fairly confident she was a decent match for any average Bhan'sheen Trolloc. Then again, so would most Ahf'frait, so that didn't help much either.

 

 

Calaun Ontrix Seyr

Female Myrddraal

Saar'Eve grabbed the Fade's wrist and squeezed it in a spot that made her lose the grip on the axe. "NO! no no no ! You not do right. You wrong. That get you killed and might make a happy Saar'Eve. But no. Shoulders too slump. Stance not enough wide. Grip on axe too tight." Saar'Eve kicked the axe's handle upward and grasped it, demonstrating the correct stance. "Correct form. You might still die. But good stance enough, you take other with you maybe."

 

Saar'Eve threw the axe in the fade's general direction, not really perturbed whether she was going to catch it or it would accidently chop off her head. There were always casualties, even in regular day to day lessons. One always had to be alert. Besides, she wouldn't be devastated over a free day without having to train snotty newbies. She was the great Shaman of all times, after all.

 

So she told the fade to do the stance over and over. Every time correcting one little thing. Sometimes even making some things up for her own amusement to keep her sweating. But eventually, after much grunting, she nodded in approval at the fade's, now rather perfected, stance. "Good. Very good, fade. You do well. But this is just start. Much work to do. Much yet."

 

Saar'Eve led the girly fade to a man sized training puppet, made of half rotten wood. She used her long fingernail to mark a little X on the puppet's chest. "Hit spot I mark. Miss? and try again. Until you hit. If you break before, you build new one and start over again. Understood?". The fade nodded slowly. Saar'Eve didn't really care if she understood or not. Saar'Eve had to keep alert. She sensed flies approaching.

 

"Begin!"

 

 

 

Saar'Eve

Shaman

Calaun dropped the axe as she noticed Saar'Eve work to adjust her stance. Looking at the Shaman, she at least decided to do it the favor and avoid looking the Trolloc directly in the eyes. She was supposed to teach her, not get frozen in place in terror. Taking in as much of the stance as she could, she caught the axe one-handed before slipping into something that at least resembled the correct stance a lot better.

 

Okay, so maybe that took her about an hour. Okay, so she might have stopped herself barely in time to prevent 'fear-gazing' the Shaman. But at least her stance was good now. She waited as Saar'Eve explained the details of what she was supposed to do now, trying to fit it in with the lessons she had been given by her father.

 

[flashback]

 

"Dis be axe. Aim at head and swing. If hooman still move, swing again. If hooman move too much, he stick pointy thing in you. Pointy thing hurt, do not want, yes?"

 

[/flashback]

 

...Okay, so maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Instead, the Myrddraal just slipped into the stance she had just been taught before lunging forward, intending to embed the axe where the 'X' was located. While not an actual swing per se, at least the axe would end up a fair bit closer to where she'd wanted it to be that it'd have been trying to dissect the puppet from the shoulder inwards. She heard the sound of steel striking wood, and looked to see where the gash was located, checking how close the point of impact was to the 'X' the Shaman had drawn.

 

 

Calaun Ontrix Seyr

Learning

Saar'Eve watched as the fade struck the puppet in the groin. It was impressive, if it wasn't for the fact that she was supposed to hit a different mark. Perhaps she had some issues with males she'd like to discuss later on. Not with Saar'Eve, though. She couldn't care less about other's problems. It was best for them to figure it out, or die trying.

 

"Puppet have no offspring ever. Took care of that. Meanwhile it chops your head off and spit on your pasty corpse." Saar'Eve danced the dance of shame, as once taught by her incredible lover, Noggy, and then proceeded to do it around the fade for a little while longer, until she got bored with it. Then she removed the axe from the puppet and handed it to the fade, half reflecting about accidently dropping the axe on its foot, with it ending the day's session. But that would probably mean she'll have to see more of the fade and that couldn't be a good thing.

 

"Again." Saar'Eve commanded. She sat down and watched the fade hit the puppet over and over, rebuilding in between, until she finally managed to hit the axe on the right spot. Saar'Eve yawned and scrambled up from the ground. "Very good. Half luck, half.... more luck. But good. Now we make harder. Challenge. Follow me. We go to beyond enemy lines!"

 

Saar'Eve signaled the fade to follow her as she tried to be all stealthy. She fell flat on her face a few time during the process, but she figured that as long as she looked cute in the process, there was no harm done. She still retained her awesome shaman aura. The holiness of the chosen one. Yes, she was chosen. She just wasn't entirely sure by who...

 

Stopping next to what seemed to be a goat's carcass, Saar'Eve shushed the fade and remained low on the ground. The area was filled with flies. "We outnumbered. I hide...err... stay here. You need use axe and hit fly that stand on trees. Don't return without fly in half. GO!". Saar'Eve felt rather comfortable about sending the fade to her death. But hey, maybe she'd end up surprising her. Who knows.

 

 

Saar'Eve

Shaman

Calaun raised an eyebrow as Saar'Eve mentioned a trip behind enemy lines. There had been enough border disputes between their respective power blocks to call this entire training session as a 'trip behind enemy lines', but for now she decided to humor the Shaman and see where she'd end up at.

 

By the time they reached the goat's carcass, the Myrddraal was positive Saar'Eve wasn't exactly right in the head. Mentally cursing her luck at being assigned this training as well as making silent threats to the Camp Commander for when she returned. Oh, she'd give him something to laugh about then...

 

But first, she needed to end this crazy training session, and looked at her target. Though her gaze was still a far cry from the petrifying glare some older Myrddraal were capable of, it was still more than enough for her intended target. Calmly walking over to where the fly was sitting against the tree, she held her axe up, and slowly split the fly in two. At least then, she'd be certain she'd actually hit the thing.

 

She walked back to Saar'Eve then, holding two halves of fly in her hand. Chances were, the Trolloc wouldn't be all too happy about this one, but she quite honestly didn't care. Her gaze was one of the weapons at her disposal, and she had been assigned to take out a target. It was as simple as that.

 

 

Calaun

Caught a fly ;)

Saar'Eve's eyes narrowed when the fade handed her the fly cut in half. She found it weird that it didn't take the fade very long to accomplish the task that was required of her. Saar'Eve had high hopes of her returning short of a finger or two. She hoped it would be the thumb, as it seemed that would be funniest and most annoying. But alas, all fingers were in place. For now >.>

 

Saar'eve sniffed the mutilated fly carefully. Then let the tip of her tongue touch it ever so lightly, her eyes gradually widening. She spun around, flaunting her robe extravagantly. "Dirty fade, you use your trick on fly! Poor fly. Not even nemeses deserve. Shame. No more stare. You learn use your hands. Brain, wherever is. Now you go back, bring twenty flies in half. I be watching. You stare, me fist greets where eyes should be. Go!"

 

Saar'eve took the fly in her hands and gave it a descent burial. Even enemies deserved that. Then she relieved herself on it and went back, crouching on the ground and inspecting the tricksy dirty fade.

 

 

 

Saar'Eve

Trolloc

Calaun grimaced at Saar'Eve's rant, failing to see what the problem was. A Myrddraal's gaze was one of the weapons at her disposal, and it would be belittling to her enemies if she would defeat them while holding back, as if they ween't worth the effort of fighting. Err... If flies could be considered honored enemies that was. She gave herself a mental shake of the head, this shaans madness was starting to get to her. Had she had eyes, she would be rolling them right now.

 

This time, she approached the goat's carcass again, looking at the flies that circled around it. No gaze, eh? Use her brain, eh? Sure, she could manage that no problem. First, she would slow them down a bit, and then finish them off. Raising her axe high above her head, she moved into a horizontal strike with the flat of her blade, watching several flies as they crashed into the ground, dazed from the impact. She wasted little time in chopping a few of them in half before the others recovered and flew off again. After that, she'd simply wait for new flies to appear before repeating the process.

 

Though it took her a bit longer than she believed necessary, she managed to gather up twenty flies in the space of an hour, and gathered them from the ground into her hand again before walking over to the crazy Bhan'sheen to present what she would probably call the spoils of war.

 

 

Calaun Ontrix Seyr

Flybane

Saar'Eve grunted. She felt queasy. Sort of like when she was with child with Marizza, her she-spawn. Oh, how they grow up quickly, Saar'Eve mused. Once she was this annoying little disgusting thing that followed her around and would make the weirdest noises when being slammed against rocks. She never cried though. Ever. She was Saar'Eve's biggest disappointment, but she was her kindred. She had to be put up with. Marizza had to be treated badly, in preparation for life in the Blight. It wasn't a piece of cake. Nor would you find a good one in the Blight. Good mud pies, though.

 

Saar'Eve's mouth began to water as the Fade returned from her task. Saar'Eve examined her plunder. She grimaced a bit, as she determined a few of the halves not exactly even. But she decided to let it slide this time, not wanting to waste more of her time with the wretched Fade. No. She would require the minimum possible, unless she needed someone to push around. Yes. That was a plan. A good plan!

 

"You go now. Sleep. Tomorrow new task." Saar'Eve's eyes widened. "Beware of flies. Revenge sweeter than pig's blood." The female wolf nodded and left the scene in a hurry, looking to hide herself. The night was not safe. The flies had terrible mosquito spies. blood sucking fiends. Stealthy buggers. A highly sophisticated eyes and antennas system. One that should not be underestimated.

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Saar'Eve scratched her arms frantically, as she waited for her student to arrive. The mosquitoes found her. She knew it. Knew the bloody Fade would disclose her location. Of course, the Fade had no idea what her location was. But Saar'Eve was SURE she was involved in the scheme. Fades were treacherous creatures. Couldn't be trusted.

 

"You late." Saar'eve half grunted at the she-Fade when she arrived. "You need learn to throw axe too and hit target. See tree there? stand distance. Throw till you hit and it stuck on tree. Then you take a step back and repeat. Then another step back and repeat. I tell you when stop. GO!".

 

 

 

Saar'Eve

Pouty Gal

Calaun took a deep breath and sighed as her next assignment was laid out to her. She was supposed to throw her axe into a tree. Her two-handed axe. Still, not much she could do about it, and with all that additional strength Myrddraal like herself had been blessed with, she figured it would be enough to compensate for the weight of the massive weapon. Standing close, she absently tossed the weapon at the tree. Though she did manage to hit it, the haft had hit first rather than the blade, causing it to bounce off of its target without all too much damage.

 

It took an hour or so of practise before finding a way to toss the axe that it ended up blade first into the tree. Then, she took a step back, after which the process of trying to guess the strength and angle she'd need to throw at would begin anew. It kept taking less and less time for her to adjust to the new distance though, and she suspected this had been Saar'Eves intention when the Trolloc told her to start. After anther quite satisfying *thunk*, she made a mental note to take care of the weapon after this training would be over, there was bound to be some kind of damage to it given the amount of times it had been tossed about.

 

 

Calaun Ontrix Seyr

Two handed throwing weapons!