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    The weapon was quite old, the long, curving blade covered in patches of rust that fell in thin flakes as they turned it, yet the hilt was still intact and in presentable quality, a silver guard covered in swirling patterns hiding the rotten leather that clung to the hilt, blackened by sweat and blood. Once it would have been a glorious sword, the blade sharpened to a fine edge yet it had long ago lost that edge, pressure against the skin would be the only way for it to cut, the blunt blade more useful for hitting than slashing now. It was with fascination that they looked upon it all the same, eyes roving along it's length and a paw following behind, the dark fur collecting flakes of rust but they minded not.




    For quite a while now Isena had come to collect old weaponry, useless now for their original purposes, but they had come find an interest in them where no other could, already a large iron banded chest they kept stored away in their house was filling with swords, daggers, axes, and guns, none of which they had intent to use and they would do little to no damage if used in battle in any case. Gingerly they took ahold of the sword, their short muzzle easily slipping beneath the guard, allowing their teeth to fasten around the hilt with little trouble, the old, rotting leather bringing forth a horrid taste to their tongue but they didn't mind. Lifting it up Iz gave it a few test swipes, swinging their head around only for the blade to slip, their teeth losing their purchase around the hilt and it went flying, a single word rushing from their lips as they watched it spin through the air. "Fuck!"




    There was no telling where it might land, if the ground might claim it or else the flesh of another, a thought that worried the cave lion greatly, and they took off running, hoping to any God that would listen that it wouldn't land on someone.

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    Reaching out, she'd tentatively prod the blade, then drew back her paw in distaste. Weapons. Awful things.

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    Snow leopard|| WindClan|| Hard|| Attack in snow || bodies: snow leopard, crocodile, harpy eagle, dragon|| powers: the sight, absorb spirits, shapeshifting ART IS DONE BY CHIP SHOP! ALL CREDIT GOES TO HIM
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    [align=center][color=black]Shiftingalligances Hadrian


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    "You ought to be more careful, swords are weapons," Shiftingallegiances said as she walked over, her voice kind but firm. Being careless with a sword was something that simply could not be done









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    Sunfang came upon the group and saw the sword, "Mighty fine you found there," he rumbled stepping close to get a better look at the blade. He had been reading about blades and found them to be quite fascinating.

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    "Don't play with such things if you can't control them," Rhy snapped - not that she'd ever done anything like that. Right…right? Haha. She was still feeling utterly bitter about that particular incident. Rhymescheme had worked quietly to try to gain control of her wounded psyche, but it seemed consistently to withdraw and become more and more damaged. Perhaps there were things that could not be fixed.


    And if the thing couldn't be fixed anyway…there was no point in trying to salvage herself, was there? She had no limits - not if she could get past this particular block. The dark introspection lead her down a darker path as she turned her attention to the sharp of the blade, glinting even in its age, still dangerous for all its age.
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    It wasn't that much of a close call, better than it could have been. That was why he'd chosen to fight without weapons, they weren't very helpful considering the vast array of powers being discovered and used in battle.
    "Close call." he murmured, glancing at Camerapaw and comparing distances. 6/10, his aim was poor.


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    It was Rhy who finally brought them forward, the sharp words drawing their attention towards her and their small ears flattened against their skull, the words slow, their tongue tripping over each as they struggled to find the right thing to say. "I'm sorry, I've never tried to use such an old weapon, most of those I have aren't as old, I got cocky, thought I could control it." There was nothing else Isena had to say, though the cave lion was advanced in years the soul was still a child, naive and stupid, even if they didn't wish to admit it.

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    a sword? egg had to admit that was pretty cool and she walked over to get a closer look. after a moment or two of studying the weapon she decided to join the conversation. "once i met someone who was an expert of fighting with two swords at a time and i even got to hold them and have a go! although just at slicing fruit, but still!" wouldn't it have been cool if something that exciting had actually happened to her? unfortunately for the kitten it hadn't ever happened, but she couldn't help but wish it had.

    [sub]"Holy shit!"


    I exclaimed, eyes wide as I watched my clanmate handle the weapon the wrong way, nearly injuring someone else. "Yes- be careful with that!" Of course, they probably weren't paying attention, which happened once in a while, but should still be avoided. Maybe we could come up with a place to put all the weapons not in use so that way no one who isn't authorized to use them can't injure themselves?


    Though, blades were interesting to me as well. I mostly liked pocket knives for their size and light weight that allowed for more accurate cuts and easier handling. "It is nice, I'll give you that."