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Post by Lethalia on May 1, 2019 15:47:51 GMT -6
Vidarr looks upon her expectantly, having gone through this to know that they were at the big clearing at home, there was something new being taught. He might not like work, but all of her promises had actually come true - he did win, never even got hit by an opponent drake, and now he's got two beautiful daughters to show his might. So grudgingly, he is interested in what she has to make him stronger, because it's worked this far. |You... Uh,| Lethalia trails off, swallowing against the rise of fear in her stomach; didn't matter, Vidarr could probably feel it. And even if not for their empathetic link she has yet to understand, he could likely just smell it. So... well, she's caught either way. With a sigh, she manages, |When you're hunting. If it's not something you can take down all at once, or something too fast, you'd go for the legs first, yeah?||...Yes?| Vidarr clearly doesn't remember what causes her sick-fear response, puzzled as his reply comes. It's not like she's going to forget those three jagged scars across her thighs, but it's been such a long time to him. The camouflage drake's massive claws no longer align with the marks of a young, scared, and raging unbroken drake. She has to remember that. It's a time that isn't really relevant anymore, as long in the past and as different of a drake as he was back then. |That's what we're going for here. Going for a drake's legs to slow him down some -||Vidarr's Faster,| he snaps and yes, that might have been true so far. Lethalia sighs inwardly and steels herself for the incoming fight about ever questioning his prowess. Should've known training him wouldn't exactly be getting any easier, especially when he's not particularly clever enough to grasp most abstract concepts, like losing. And just on the cusp of aware enough to be argumentative. Were they all going to be like this? She had yet to work with his hendaughters. It would be fascinating to see how much they might've picked up from their sire. |Yeah babe, you've been faster,| she admits with a placating hand on his huge nose, getting a stern glare in response. Damn straight, they seemed to tell her. Still, she felt the need to attempt to appease the immense creature, if she could. Vidarr lv|96.1 ly|68.1
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Post by Lethalia on May 1, 2019 15:49:00 GMT -6
|And you can even get faster,| she doesn't allow Vidarr to interject with protesting at the implication he's not already completely amazing, |I know you haven't seen them yet, but there's some scary drakes out there, Vidarr. And things that aren't even drakes!|
He snorts, shaking her hand off as he rises to his feet, clearly displeased. It's a shame she didn't have any drakes to challenge him, even a little; Stark and Rime would never scare the camo drake in the least. Not much to be done for Vidarr's ego, at least not till she got him into a tournament again. Until then, he just wouldn't understand that there could be something to topple him, let alone be able to comprehend they could be far more clever than he. Other creatures were too abstract of a concept altogether, especially since Lethalia didn't own anything that could physically oppose him.
"Vidarr, c'mon..." The satyr finally sighs and reaches out towards the big drake, who easily coasts to a halt with her in the way. It felt stupid, being so bad at teaching her own creature something just because his refusal. But things got slightly different when treats were no longer as much of a reward, replaced by sort-of conversations with a primitive mind.
Vidarr just doesn't understand the need to plan for anything. Maybe having a drake with such a big ego isn't a great thing, especially when she's not certain he'll be seeing another tournament to make this worth it. She keeps thinking him losing might knock his pride down a notch, but her pride almost can't stand to watch him lose. Perhaps that was why they both needed the possibility.
The woman strokes his shoulder, feeling the muscle beneath the smooth hide, fingers bumping over a small raised knots on the surface so otherwise unmarred. Tracing her fingers across the risen jagged scars, she finds them in the right light. Narrow scrapes along his upper shoulder, beneath where his wing joined his body. Where a few teeth had caught and dragged along, but not enough to do noticeable damage to Vidarr at the time, or get any real purchase on him. It had been left as a result of a bizarre string of misses, by an unbroken brown, of all things.
He was lucky all of his misses have been against unbroken; anything trained and the result would be far more difficult to endure. Lethalia's fingers deftly run against the gnarled skin, some of the only scarring Vidarr even has for being in the pit. She wonders if all of his misses were due to a gap in training; was he too brutish? Did she let him be too savage?
Perhaps if there was some way she can goad him into this trick, it might help his accuracy if he has to keep aiming for just legs.
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Post by Lethalia on May 1, 2019 15:50:16 GMT -6
|Look, let's just practice for a bit, hone your skills,| Lethalia begins to backtrack, and Vidarr seems to perk up when it appears he's getting his way. |Practice just hitting their legs; any are good, but the front legs are more devastating.| The big drake looks at her reproachfully, as if regretful his human had just forgotten all they discussed. He was doing this?
|Look, it's... it definitely won't kill them,| she admits, carefully picking her words. It was hard to encourage some behaviors in Vidarr, sometimes. |But it will slow them down, and... make them look worse, you know?|
Vidarr ponders that while Lethalia cringes at the memory of Rimefang in the pits; it does make them look bad. Rimefang flailing in a pool of blood, deep red contrasting with his frigid glints of blue and white. It was horrifying, and she didn't intend to allow Vidarr on a short enough leash to allow him to do the same. A sickening show of brutality, just because they could. Just from that one happenstance alone, Lethalia knew she had to keep her oaf in check best she could.
|Fine.|
|Fine?| Really, that was all she got? Well. Better than 'no'.
Not a creature to repeat himself, Vidarr rounded on the large training tummy that had been repaired and dragged back out for his training. Well, this was happening now.
The woman took a moment to think about their approach - any leg would do to cripple a creature for some time. But if they were heavy-fronted like drakes, with wings, a thick neck, and a large head to weigh them down. Which means a disabled forelimb would likely be even more devastating, right? Not that everything they would face would be as such, but most battle creatures would probably be on the heavy side. It's hard to think this way, but there's some encouragement for her in that they're not training for another drake tournament, another glut of untrained browns. She wouldn't be needing any of these tricks for browns, but wasn't sure how to get Vidarr to realize his opponents were going to be much more than browns.
It would be in her best interest to simplify it as much as she can for him. Don't try and make him think too much on it, because... well, he wouldn't.
|The legs. Go after any of the legs; the point is to cripple, not do a lot of damage,| she said at length, after Vidarr let a soft questioning growl at her pause to think.
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Post by Lethalia on May 1, 2019 15:51:23 GMT -6
Considering the wooden brown before him, Vidarr cocks his head at the dummy's rigid legs, unnaturally wooden and stiff to hold the construction sturdy enough to take a few blows. It didn't conjure to mind a real threat, and especially for a drake, lacked the rage-inducing smell of another nearby. The drake barely even moved, lifting a hefty paw to lamely bat at the things' hind legs. He didn't look very fearsome doing it - all the more looking like a cat trying to bat something off of the table.
|Vidarr, come on.| He gave her a flat look, clearly uninthused. Lethalia sighs, wondering if he would ever grow out of his hardheadedness. At least her goading never seemed to incite any long-term effects, so that was what she would continue to use as a tool. |You're hitting it like a little bitch hen.| That sounded like a teenager's insult even in her own head.
Head jerking back in offense, her stupid insult was still enough to get Vidarr. He stalked around the dummy for a moment, as if considering his blow before striking out with his claws, tail lashing the opposite way as a counterbalance. Lethalia kept an eye on that spade, stepping away even further to make sure she was out of his way - and sighing tremendously at his aim. Vidarr's claws skidded across the dummy's wing and upper chest, almost nowhere near the front leg he appeared to be going for.
|Nope.|
Vidarr huffed, glaring at her - look at those furrows in the wood! It looked quite effective enough to him.
|Can you even knock it over? You're not even trying to go for the legs.|
Because he didn't want to, obviously. Nevertheless her ribbing bothered him, and the drake swung with the other set of talons in an immediate reaction to it. The dummy's tail flopped, coming loose at one of the segments that allowed it to sway.
|If you can do that, but not miss...|
Lethalia could feel his frustration grow, which was typically the means she used to train him. He often lacked the motivation to cooperate with her any other way. It of course messed with his accuracy and mindfulness about what he was doing, but it was all she could do to get him working on what they needed to. Perhaps that was why his accuracy was so shoddy - he was always practicing while rather amped up. It didn't feel ideal but at the same time, it also had the upside of conditioning him to stress. It seemed equally important to prepare him for the strain of the upcoming fights, especially since he hadn't really had to exert himself yet.
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Post by Lethalia on May 1, 2019 15:52:17 GMT -6
The idea of Vidarr having to use more of his power, more of his skillset - it was thrilling.
So she let him have at it, not interrupting Vidarr's flurry of blows, coming quick and sloppily because of his agitation. One scraped on the dummy's upper haunch, and Lethalia tried her best to let the drake feel her encouragement, her pleasure in progress. Words didn't seem to mean much anyway, and the feelings she attempted to telegraph to him seemed to cause the drake to slow to feel out what it was that brought the feelings of 'success' from his owner.
Another wide swipe and he caught the other fender that was supposed to act like the dummy's haunch, jerking back tremendously when his talons hooked into it. The wooden fender came off into his paw, the dummy teetering on it's 'feet' and lamely falling to it's side.
|There it is!| she cheered, even as the drake looked a bit confused about the chunk of wood his talons went through and jutted out the opposite side. A look at the felled dummy. That was what needed to be done, but he felt little satisfaction from the blow. This stupid brown didn't bleed like the stupid live ones did.
Hefting the dummy back on it's feet, Lethalia backed away once more, spreading her arms at the target as if unveiling a prize for Vidarr. |Have at it.| She could literally feel the 'ugh' in reaction, snorting hard before she quelled her humor. |Your claws could cut through his legs,| she reasons, kicking the two-by-four with a dull thump before backing to a safe distance to observe. |So. Try it. Be accurate enough, you'll slice one right off.|
Momentum was on her side now; with Vidarr irritated and already swinging, it was much easier to keep him going than it was to get him started on the task. Smirking to herself, Lethalia entertained herself with the idea of the drake being something like a human brawler that just didn't know when to stop swinging when his opponent was already punch-drunk.
Nostrils flared as he considered his unresponsive adversary, the drake considered his blow as he paced back and fourth along it's side, taking his time to line up his strike. Claws skidded over a wooden beam, shallow wisps of scratches showing in a lighter relief behind them. Clearly he had underestimated the strength he needed to rend through one.
|Yeah, that again! Work on your aim, then you can work on hitting harder.| Lethalia chimes, talking to him now that the drake's irritation began to wane. She'd found he couldn't really be mad and think at the same time!
After a few more lame feline bats at the dummy, Lethalia could feel something in him change as the concept began to solidify in his head. He began to crouch and actually look like he was stalking the dummy, mindset changing towards trying to envision this as an actual enemy. He bobbed and weaved around, almost looking like he was having fun as he tried different ways to hook his talons around the thing's legs. For all intents he really did look like a cat entertaining itself!
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Post by Lethalia on May 1, 2019 15:55:06 GMT -6
The woman let Vidarr do his own thing, watching Vidarr treat the dummy near like a punching bag. It was pleasing to see him work out something for himself, she just needed to give him a significant enough motivation and nudge in the right direction.
When she was about to interrupt, the drake's claws must have caught a wooden leg just right - his talons embedded themselves into the wood, and the strength needed to free them had ripped the wood to splinters in that area. The dummy, for it's part, fell to a quick 'defeat' on the ground. Vidarr looked somewhat bewildered by it, how suddenly something just... worked.
|Perfect!| she crowed, even as she trotted over. |Think you can do it like that, again?| Lethalia prompted, as she pushed the dummy to it's feet again. It tried to tip over again with it's new tripod stance, but with some shuffling of it she found the right angle of the dirt to keep it upright.
Normally Vidarr wouldn't be too thrilled to do it again, but this seems to have gotten him thinking. Even if he wasn't treating it like it might apply to fighting someday, it gave him something to think about. She wasn't used to his lack of argument, but it was a nice change.
At some point Lethalia clued into the obvious - most could tell exactly what she was calling out to Vidarr if they heard her. There's no mystery in telling him 'crunch' or 'pounce.' It seems like it ought not make such a big difference, for can't you tell what their creature goes to do anyway? Ah well, it only made sense to give one's opponent as little of an advantage as she could, the satyr supposed. Not that there was really anything obvious to call this, unless she just told him 'go for the legs' all the time, which felt stupid.
Upside was she couldn't confuse Vidarr because she'd be teaching him what most words mean anyway.
"Tatter, Vidarr," she tells him with an actual vocalization in addition to a mental echo. |Go for the legs again,| she hints, after a moment of stillness.
Though his aim was true, this time the result felt much more lackluster. Vidarr felled a leg kitty-corner to the last, learning the force his talons needed to cut through it like butter. The lack of force behind the blow found the dummy standing on two legs for longer than it ought, before seeming to 'realize' it lacked an essential support and tipping over in slow motion.
|That was so clean! Vidarr, that's awesome!| Lethalia can't help but cheer him on, a big grin blooming on her face. That really was just what they were looking for!
Vidarr didn't seem as sure of the outcome as she was, but it was affirmation nonetheless. It wasn't nearly as satisfying when it took it's time to drop dead though. She might've even set it back up, if Vidarr had gotten like, both sets of front or back legs. But of course he got one of each, so she couldn't even set the dummy up like it was crawling away with just one set of legs. It was probably better for her if they didn't do something that depicted a scene like that, anyway. Something new was necessary, then.
|...Are you getting hungry, Vidarr?|
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Post by Lethalia on May 1, 2019 15:55:55 GMT -6
... It wasn't a problem getting her hands on a Galabex buck, as much as the creatures tended to multiply in the woods unchecked. Lethalia had little trouble tracking one down to rope and bring along home. There was little to come to terms about what she was about to do - or rather, what she was going to bid Vidarr to do. This shouldn't be any different than feeding him live cervine, but it was. Playing with one's food for an extended amount of time wasn't something she typically encouraged in her carnivores. She tied it's rope to one of the fences bordering her largest fenced off pasture, where there was quite a lot of running distance before the forest at the back of her property, bordering the other two fence lines. A galabex could clear them easily. He wouldn't be getting that far, of that much Lethalia was certain. The thought kept making her a little sick. Vidarr's nostrils flared as they made their way over to Lethalia's capture, the tempting aroma of the meatbag tied to the fencepost heralding what was to come. "Now," and Vidarr startled, looking down at his owner instead of the frenzied buck throwing himself against his rope. |We're going to play a game.| The thought felt dirty; not that she didn't hunt herself, but it was different when considering it a game. She felled her prey as quickly as possible, as honorable hunters do. There was nothing to feel honorable about in what they were going to do. The drake might be more compelled to question her emotions, but not with a tasty morsel making him salivate so close. And she even tied it up for him with a rope - almost like tying a present off with a bow, but better because the rope was attached to food! It could be said that Vidarr was a simple drake. This simple drake didn't like the idea of playing a game when an easy morsel was awaiting his arrival. The nearness of a drake drove the galabex to desperation, flinging himself at the rope until he reached the end of it's slack and snapping himself ass over teakettle. Lethalia chewed her lip; better make this fast before he just snaps his own neck. |The game,| she directs at Vidarr suddenly, getting his eyes on her once again, but she can literally feel his craving for the fresh bloodbag flailing before them. Lethalia reaches behind her back, groping for the hatchet leaning against the fence. |You can only tatter it. On the ground.| |
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Post by Lethalia on May 1, 2019 15:57:19 GMT -6
Before he could respond, Lethalia darted over to the fence, chopping the buck's rope loose with her hatchet. "Hurry Vidarr! Tatter 'em!" Just as quick, she bolts away from what should be an incoming drake.
Falling to his knees at the sudden slack, the buck quickly regained his composure with the smell of death just beyond the fence. He scrambles to his feet, bounding away with ground eating leaps but stumbling in his haste. Though he's not entirely interested in her 'game', fleeing prey right there is impossible to ignore. Vidarr is a camouflage blur moment after, pouncing over the fence at the retreating hooves, but not close enough. Getting his hind legs centered under him, he takes off into the trail of dust the buck left behind.
Making him remain on the ground entirely hampered Vidarr's normal hunting technique. While he might've been able to weave between the trees to hunt the cervid when he was younger, now he prefers to just use his mass to his advantage and simply carry his prey away well above the canopy. This forces him into a sort of sport, and despite herself, Lethalia had to admire his muscular form as it charged further and further away.
Why, his prey almost seemed to be getting the best of him! Vidarr's fast for a drake, but his mass takes considerable amount of time to get going, but once it did - well, the poor buck has a freight train behind him. The Galabex makes a graceful turn as claws descend on him, barely planting hooves on the turf before ricocheting off in a new direction. Vidarr's claws aren't enough purchase in the dirt, one hind leg going out from under him and collapsing onto his hip. Mouth gaping in a hiss, his claws scrambled to right himself and get purchase in the dirt, enough to launch himself at this pest again.
Vidarr was working himself up. Even observing from afar she can see his movements slow and become more frenzied, jagged. The blinding, bloody rage of this drake took some time to draw out, especially if there wasn't another drake around. And yet this upset him enough that Lethalia felt her own head rush with blood, an empathetic reaction to Vidarr's excited state - which would assuredly give her a headache later on.
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Post by Lethalia on May 1, 2019 15:57:52 GMT -6
Though she was gritting her teeth against the sudden pain, Lethalia couldn't help but provoke "C'mon Vidarr, tatter 'em!"
Vidarr's massive talons took a hasty swipe at retreating legs, only to have them jerked right out of his grasp. His hissing growl turns into an wailing roar, not enough to stop his adversary in it's tracks but enough to make even Lethalia jump with it's suddenness. His heaving breaths brought the succulent smell of the venison before him, the sweat on it's flanks blooming with aroma as the creature continues to try and bob and weave his way out of a drake's claws. It was maddening having prey just in front of his nose! Though he'd argue he didn't really cheat, it was a big flap of his wings that brought Vidarr into a lunge close enough to his prey. His claws hooked and caught, leaving a delicate hoof dangling by what looked like threads.
The herbivore's bloody scream caused Lethalia to cover her ears, trying with all her might not to think about her own hooves being sliced free. This entire thing churned her gut in all the worst ways. |Good, good, get him! Tatter him!| she continued to encourage, her positive words at odds with her face buried in her hands. Not that Vidarr would be able to see her.
Teeth gnashing, Vidarr ached to take a bite out of the flank bobbing in front of him instead of minding the niggling voice in the back of his mind. It barely registered over the pounding of bloodlust, but there was something about her. Why did he always feel the satyr in the back of his thoughts, even when she wasn't around. He did not like this... weakness. And yet, his jaw shuts, all but drooling upon the buck's back, he was now able to pursue the creature more closely. Those talons flash again, and Vidarr sweeps his claws under the buck's hind legs, knocking the creature off it's feet. A death scream and brandishing of horns met Vidarr, but the drake wasn't terribly impressed by the thrashing prey he'd felled.
|Vidarr, Vidarr kill him, you have to kill it -| came a frenzied thought, and the drake's head jerks up, capable of being startled now that the thrill of the chase had begun to fade. But what? Weren't they playing a game - |Vidarr Crunch!| lashed the command at his hesitation.
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Post by Lethalia on May 1, 2019 15:59:02 GMT -6
It was enough to spur him into action after she unintentionally ground Vidarr to a halt. Attention rounding back to his felled prey, the drake considered that perhaps there was a purpose to what she had been trying to teach him. The buck had only managed to drag himself a couple of yards away, near completely disabled but still frantic enough to escape the maw of death to give up just yet. It still even wielded his antlers at Vidarr as he approached, grunting as the drake shoved that last defense aside with an near-casual flick of his talons. Softer noises turned into bawling as the drake took up his prey in his teeth, cutting off all noise with the crunch of bone. Dropping the cervine Vidarr's gaze expectantly finds Lethalia at the fenceline, looking for her acceptance even as rivulets of blood dribbled from his maw and down his neck. His need to lash out and draw blood abated, his focus able to broaden again now that his prey was toppled. Why, she wasn't even watching him anymore! |...that was good, that was great, Vidarr,| the woman stumbled over her words, even mentally. Her stomach was clutched in crossed arms, trying with all her might to make sure it didn't try and void itself with Vidarr right here. |Remember it. You can eat. We're done.| or.. whatever. She didn't care much what he did at this point. When did she become this soft? In spite of her words, Vidarr couldn't help but feel that she was being dishonest with him. Even if that was a bit of a big concept for him to grasp, he did know something was wrong - he could feel it radiating off the retreating form of his owner in waves. For once, it was her feelings that hit him so hard that Vidarr found himself staring the fresh meat between his claws and concluding his stomach had suddenly twisted too sickeningly to eat. Vidarr lv|98 ly|70
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Post by Lethalia on May 19, 2019 22:48:36 GMT -6
If he'd known the real reason for learning how to run for extended amounts of time, Vidarr would never agree to learning such an act of cowardice. His owner was more pragmatic about the necessity of this learning, deeply concerned about whatever could be coming their way. He also didn't understand just what could be coming at him in the near future, even if it was all that could plague Lethalia's mind. This isn't as completely nerve-wracking as the first tournament she'd ever competed in, but close. Even if she likes to rush headfirst into things just like he does, there's that compulsion to make sure the option to evade is there.
Vidarr had been professing a deep hated for going in circles ever since they had their little stint at the gym; Lethalia can't fault him for it.
She'd picked one of the cooler spring days to rouse Vidarr, early enough in the morning she would have to start out their flight with a jacket to ward off the chill. The early sky was hazy and dark, and looked promising to stay that way into the day. Lethalia found herself enjoying the cool weather more lately, and jumped at the chance to get one of the more arduous tasks for Vidarr started.
Even if Vidarr prefers days with the sun to his broad wings, a gloomy day makes for just as good of flying - and often brought with them interesting wind patterns. The mornings are still difficult to adjust to, his owner attempting to get back into getting up early - leaving a poor abused drake to take up the same schedule.
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Post by Lethalia on May 19, 2019 22:49:58 GMT -6
|We're going to go flying,| the satyr warns, |But you're not going to like it.|
There was never a more contradictory thing ever uttered in Vidarr's life.
|Like we were doing at the gym -|
|No circle!|
|-and we're going to fly around the city, and land and take off a lot.|
Wait. The camouflage drake blinked slowly, staring at his owner. That's it? Compared to the drudgery that was the gym, being able to fly around the entire city would be worth anything! Still. There had to be a catch, didn't there?
Lethalia could guess before she could feel his dubiousness. |It's meant to be easy, because it's meant to tire you out.| It sounded like the easiest way to get him practicing his longevity and short dashes, the best way to do that would be a flight around town, with plenty of running starts to get going again. She just needed to not tire him out and get stranded somewhere unpalatable, was all.
Vidarr's hesitation fades as Lethalia retrieves his saddle, shaking himself out and rousing himself a bit more readily now. Just flying, a lot? This sounded like his kind of day! They both knew their routine well, and Vidarr could get through mostly without complaining over the ritual of getting ready. He'd lay through her buffing off his scales with a soft brush before placing the forest green saddle pad on him. The saddle was hefted into place, and without prompting the drake knew to stand up and remain mostly still so that the buckles could all be secured. They would never leave if he didn't let her, so he'd finally learned it was easier to just allow it.
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Post by Lethalia on May 19, 2019 22:50:28 GMT -6
Lethalia threw the green rope halter over his head to settle at the base of his neck. It's not steering just yet, but another handhold is always nice. Checking herself over for her bag, the woman nodded to herself and donned her riding goggles. If they were going to be doing this all day with wind, she was going to need them. Clawing her way into Vidarr's saddle Lethalia buckles in with deft fingertips from doing this such a multitude of times, an absent smile upon her lips. Flying with him was such an ordinary thing now, but she didn't think it was possible to grow tired of it. In a way, it brought back what she had missed about being an adventurer - it was hard to feel 'tied down' when in the air!
It's likely brought them closer with time she muses as the camouflage drake charges forward down the property's dirt road, launching himself with those powerful hind legs once he's got the momentum. There was something about being a passenger along the ride had eventually put Vidarr more at ease with spending time with his owner. It's far less pressure than training.
For her part, Lethalia found that her fear of flying abated with time, and now a few years after beginning to travel with Vidarr, it had abated near completely. Vidarr knows that some of his more gutsy tricks can still make her heart leap into her throat, but for the most part he minded well. After all, their fun flight would be over if he tried messing with her too much.
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Post by Lethalia on May 19, 2019 22:50:49 GMT -6
Thanks to all of their time in the air, Lethalia felt much more comfortable with the layout of the city. Peering down at the streets below, she wonders if anybody ever notices them - the routes Vidarr liked to take were erratic, but most days saw them flying over the city. Perhaps they were a common sight, to some. Leaning over the woman could see the park hurtling towards them; knowing well the distance it was from home with how much she'd had to walk there in the past, it's still a little astounding how quickly they can get there flying.
Lethalia pats Vidarr's neck to get the burly drake's attention enough to point past his shoulder, down at the wide grassy expanse below. |Let's land at the park.|
Without much more discussion, one wingtip tips down for Vidarr to start a lazy circular drift to the ground. Leveling out once the grass rushed closer, Lethalia's quietly grateful he's gotten more adept at smooth landings than he used to be. That was the upside to a more aged drake. Claws splayed to match his wings flaring to parachute the last few feet to the ground, talons digging into the turf as he jogged a few steps to kill his momentum. A craned neck to inspect his owner, unsure if something was already wrong that she needed to fix or something.
|Thanks,| she chirps, reaching out to touch his nose in one of the few displays of affection he would allow her. |Like I told you, today's going to be all stop and go. Let's get going again!|
|Lots?|
The woman smirks, and Vidarr knows he's in for it then. |Yep; all. Day.|
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Post by Lethalia on May 19, 2019 22:51:05 GMT -6
Well, at least in some small part, it meant he'd be flying all day. Not the worst outcome it could be, especially if it doesn't end with the gym! Vidarr tilts back into an easy gallop when she bids him to 'dash', albeit a bit more awkward than a purely earth-dwelling creature, but he manages well enough. He stumbles a little in his run, recovering to launch into the air once more. Maybe they could help smooth that out, too; gods, nothing would be more mortifying than if he drake tripped on the sands of the pit. After so much time observing the city from above it was easy to recall the general layout of it. It's hard to not feel like her days are mostly passed by on Vidarr's back, as often as they were out here. That meant it was probably going to take quite a lot to tire him out, but making him land and take off multiple times should help get there. All their time out here meant that she knew the areas where they could land almost by heart; several wide roads, some residential streets quiet enough nobody would be fussed. The lanes between garden plots could easily be used to dash between, and nobody would bother her for running a sarane around the woodsy cliffs around the mines. It could take all day to adventure the city in such a way, and they don't even get to hit up all of the landing spots Lethalia had in mind; that was fine, they didn't have to do it all in one day. Their progress would be easier to see, the more of the city they were able to span in a day - and perhaps how much less Vidarr would come to complain about the constant landing. The satyr found herself repeating the exercise with the drake in the few days before the tournament; such a workout regiment felt useful for such a creature to have. It worked well to weave intermittently in with what he still needed to learn. Vidarr still hated the stop and go of his flight, or so he claimed. Lethalia swore she could find some joy in him on some of those early morning running-flights, but especially when she told him he could fly home when their task came to a close each day. So it couldn't have all been awful. Vidarr lv|105 ly|77
endurance|5
endurance training accepted!
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