origin ver. section 4
2023-03-25阿门罗 来源:百合文库
After the meeting, Thane tried his best to leave the castle with a hint of dignity, but the claw mark on his face spoke more than words ever could. Not wanting to face anybody just yet, he made for the guards’ training grounds.
They were situated on a high terrace carved into the face of Spire Stonebluffs’ monolithic frontage. Off to the side, along a wall overlooking the precipitous drop down to the Hound’s Tongue, a smaller patch of dirt and frost-covered grass was fenced off. It was here where Thane held his training regimens with a group of burlap dummies, all arranged in a line along the wall.
The dummies sported all the nicks, cuts, and improperly re-stitched limbs that one might expect as victims of the Prince of Blades’ ire. Some were small — meant to be rats, while an overly large dummy stood in for the Bear Clan. Yet Thane’s sword had been near exclusively hacking away at the wolf dummy, his blade left impaled through the heavy burlap head.
Thane was lounging on the ground, back against the wall. He scowled at the wolf dummy with unchecked disdain, as he always did following a beating from his elder brother.
“Son, a word?”
Thane’s fur stood on end and he leapt to his feet. There, at the edge of the otherwise empty training grounds, stood Thunder Greymane. To his left and right, shield maidens of the Iron Guard held at rapt attention.
They were situated on a high terrace carved into the face of Spire Stonebluffs’ monolithic frontage. Off to the side, along a wall overlooking the precipitous drop down to the Hound’s Tongue, a smaller patch of dirt and frost-covered grass was fenced off. It was here where Thane held his training regimens with a group of burlap dummies, all arranged in a line along the wall.
The dummies sported all the nicks, cuts, and improperly re-stitched limbs that one might expect as victims of the Prince of Blades’ ire. Some were small — meant to be rats, while an overly large dummy stood in for the Bear Clan. Yet Thane’s sword had been near exclusively hacking away at the wolf dummy, his blade left impaled through the heavy burlap head.
Thane was lounging on the ground, back against the wall. He scowled at the wolf dummy with unchecked disdain, as he always did following a beating from his elder brother.
“Son, a word?”
Thane’s fur stood on end and he leapt to his feet. There, at the edge of the otherwise empty training grounds, stood Thunder Greymane. To his left and right, shield maidens of the Iron Guard held at rapt attention.
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