[ P ] Something Takes a Part of Me

When You Feel My Heat, Look into My Eyes. It’s Where My Demons Hide

Aloïs was back at the Barracks, his mind was chaotically spinning out of control. One moment he was a single soldier off to war, the next he was returning to war to find out his father had decided to marry him off like some prize. He was irked as she stormed through the barracks entrance. He needed to get his mind off this. But first he wanted to wash the filth of war off himself.

So he quickly returned to his room taking a moment to breathe in the familiarity of it, the simplicity of it. It had a calming effect on him. He was grateful to be back here. And to have won that first battle. He knew many more were to come.

When he finally emerged from his room, he was clean again. His fur is slightly damp. But that was fine with him. He made his way towards the training grounds, a slow steady walk, his head high as he looked around. He was proud of his place here, of his position here. This was where he belonged. A wife would compromise this. He chose to live here, to save his money and bond with the men and women he served with.

A wife would mean buying a house, moving out of here and not seeing these men and women nearly every day. Shifting bonds he wanted to create. He believed that in order to properly serve together, it was best to know each other. That way you knew just who was fighting beside you or covering your ass in a war.

So he spent most of his time here and he didn’t want that to change. Sighing, he tried to focus on the spars happening in front of him, looking to see who had the best techniques, who needed more practice and so on.

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@White Timber

code by claerie

My one good eye followed two of my soldiers as they sparred lightly back and forth. A jaws snapped at them when I was displeased with their performances, a growl emitting as I stood and began to circle them. I watched their footwork, the way they moved, their speed and agility.
"Watch the right, watch her speed!"
One of my soldiers got the better of her counterpart, but they weren’t finished yet. I heaved a sigh, moving to the outside and coming to stand by another male. He was pale with splashes of iron and cream, his eyes a different hue each. I nodded in regards to a silent introduction, but then returned my attention to my soldiers.
"Tighten up, Turrigan."
I practically groaned the male’s name, to which he huffed in return and lunged again for his opponent.
"I swear, I’ll have to teach that boy myself,"
Baritones mumbled, half to myself and half to the man beside me.

When You Feel My Heat, Look into My Eyes. It’s Where My Demons Hide

Aloysius was deep in his own head when another man’s voice broke through his thoughts. His ears twitched as he realized this man was coaching the spar match before him. It was a spar between a man and a woman. And it appeared that the man was having a hard time keeping up with his partner. Her speed caught him lacking. She was fast and nimble. That was a good thing to have when your opponent was bigger than you.

Aloysius turned his attention to the coach when he spoke. ”I’d keep him practicing with her or anyone with more speed than him. He has to learn how to combat his opponents speed. He could be the best In his weight class. But if he can’t stand a chance against someone faster he could get himself killed in the war” Aloïs turned his gaze back to the spar. Studying the pair before him. ”mind if I give him a suggestion?” Aloïs asked. Not wanting to stop on the toes of the soldier standing beside him.

He waited for the soldier to consent or refuse. He didn’t mind either way. Each coach had their own style of teaching. And he wouldn’t push past his place. ”Lieutenant Major Fallon” he introduced himself to the man beside him.


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@White Timber

code by claerie

The male next to me spoke, offering advice. I nodded along, agreeing with all of it, when he let his rank slip. Lieutenant Major Fallon was here to observe just how horrible a few of my troops were, and the embarrassment burned just beneath the surface. I didn’t let it show, however. Keeping my composure, I nodded to allow him full freedom. While innately I wasn’t one to bow, my ambition often reminded me to keep my meager rank in mind. Perhaps one day I could find it in me to ask him how he came to be so high on the ladder.
"Lieutenant White Timber, an honor to meet you,"
I wanted to sneer. How off putting it was to be so low. But I spoke it with a pride unseen, and then gestured toward the current sparring pair.
"Any training advice is welcomed. The two need it. Brand new to my troop, you see. I don’t think the lad has had a fight a day in his life,"
The woman, however, could be a force if properly guided.