ALL THE OTHER KIDS && OPEN WEAPON DISCOVERY

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Maybe this trait of being cunning with a blade, he took for himself. Maybe he did it share it with any relatives. Or perhaps, his relatives had something he didn't know about. Maybe his Dad had some.. bad things in his past. Maybe. Linx was a bit too young to have his mind spoiled, but he knew damn well what had to be done with daggers. And he knew what sort of damage these sorts of things could cause of course. He wasn't stupid like other 4 months old cubs. He knew how to survive in a world like this, where anything could happen. Where you had to expect the unexpected. He knew what to do. Flicking his stub like tail, the cub decided to take a walk through the camp once more to survey his surroundings. He needed to know exactly where he was. For the first few weeks of, well, being alive, he felt fear sleeping in a territory where everything, every minor detail couldn't be visioned because he hadn't seen it yet. And because of that, there was a chance for attackers and such. Linx needed to be prepared.


    A stray root protruded from the crumbly earth. Naturally, his youthful paws tripped over this root and down came the serval cub, tail and all. Grumbling, though at the same time, a stab of panic entered his stomach, because someone might've seen that, he looked around, relieved to see no one. And then he looked down at the root, glaring. Hey. You could've killed me root. There could've been a sharp thing poking out of the earth and i could've been.. seriously hurt! I could've died! Silly root! Watch where you're going next time. Linx was prepared to move on when a glint of something caught his olive eyes and slowly turning his head, he saw the blade. Only a blade, mind. Padding to inspect this object, he grabbed the blade, a stupid move and easily sliced the paw pad which made Linx groan in pain and clutch the paw. It was a small nick, but he was a small cub. Tears of frustration and anger came to his eyes, and he dug around the blade and found the black handle, grabbed that and pulled it from the earth. In his paws was a dirty, but very sharp dagger. Some initials of a past owner were engraved into it. And Linx remembered that back at home, he had a sheath!


    Inwardly cheering for joy, he put the dagger in his mouth, jaws clamping tightly around the black handle and thrusted his head forwards, and the blade embedded itself into the tree, and tree sap came out. Grinning, he unlodged it and began to practice, grunting with each movement of the blade.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify]It seemed they had a little fighter in the making. The wolf had actually been watching from a distance for quite a while, pausing from the task of polishing his swords to watch the less than interesting proceedings of the tom; throwing blades wasn't his forte compared to wielding them.


    That, however, wasn't what made Saito get up from his work, gently place everything back in his sack, slide the weapons back into the sheaths on his back, and slowly walk over to the young serval. He waited until Linx's blade was safely in the bark once more, before approaching with a his usual stoic expression. His words, though, held a hint of a worried tone. "Show me your paw." There would be no sugarcoating from him.[/justify][/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Reluctantly holding out the sliced paw, Linx growled a little in pain, his stub of a tail flickering from side to side. He didn't like to admit it, but he enjoyed Saito's company quite a bit, and preferred him to the others who thought he was bitter. Well, he was, but he had a reason for it, something they just didn't understand. And besides. He could relate to Saito. "Just a small cut." Linx grumbled.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify]The kit was correct about it being a simple cut, yet his growl still showed that it would be convenient to treat it. There was no point in taking unnecessary risks or pain for the sake of mere pride, in the wolf's opinion; it could lead to worse problems later, and then there would be no time to think about pride in death.


    Alder was the first thing that came to the Jarl's mind since it was a fairly simple 'herb', so conjuring some and chewing it into a poultice he applied it and wrapped the wound with cobwebs, but only enough to not be a nuisance in everyday activities - it was on the paw, after all. "It'll be fine," he grunted, putting the supplies back in his back. Really, it hadn't been necessary, but Saito had wanted to use some newly acquired knowledge. "Are you in a lot of pain?"[/justify][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid white; width: 100px; height: 70px; background: url(http://www.tigerhomes.org/wild…es/picture-serval4gif.gif); background-position: center;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 250px; height: 100px; text-align: center; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; color: darkgrey; letter-spacing: 3px;][hr]LINX GREYJOY[hr][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Was he in a lot of pain? Instinctively, he shook his head, backing up a little bit with a scowl gracing his sharp features. "No, i'm not." The cub said but his tail flickered, looking to the side and hesitantly grunted, "Thanks." He said anyways to the offer, his tail flickering begrudgingly.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 430px; text-size: 10pt; font-family: gisha;][size=20pt]SACRAMENTO ![/size]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 370px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -5px][b]"AHHHH!"    , roared the big cub as he flailed his strong front paws awkwardly and wheeled around on his hind-legs. Of course he stumbled and finally tripped to the ground, landing with a soft thump. He was just so scared even by the smallest of cuts. Blood was his enemy and it made him feel all weird and worried inside. The bear was now rolled in an enormous ball, half his face exposed to the world with eyes covered by massive paws for he could not completely cover himself without harming himself. When he heard no wailings, he slowly rose, shivers rippling through is body and was relieved to find out that Linx was not at all dead or passed out. "Y-y'all're okay, r-right?"[/fancypost]
    [color=gray][size=6pt]☪ Endeavor[/size]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid white; width: 100px; height: 70px; background: url(http://www.tigerhomes.org/wild…es/picture-serval4gif.gif); background-position: center;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 250px; height: 100px; text-align: center; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; color: darkgrey; letter-spacing: 3px;][hr]LINX GREYJOY[hr][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Glancing in an irritated manner at the other, Linxs tail began to lash and his brow muscles were drawn together, annoyed. "Could you be any more loud?" He hissed, pushing down against the dirt and he let his eyes flicker around, cautious of his surroundings, as if a loner would jump out at this minute and kill him. "You have to shut your mouth in places like these." Linx added with a warning look at Sacramento and he glanced down at the now wrapped paw. "I'm fine." He grunted, tail flicking. He hated people fussing over him.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify]Since when had he become so involved with children? This was simply ridiculous - were his thoughts as Sacramento approached with his exaggerated reaction. A thought entered his mind though, and the lupine conjured another dagger to land beside the bear. "Want to try?" He needed to be able to defend himself after all, and perhaps having a bit of competition would spur Linx on (however good or bad that rival was).[/justify][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]So the bear would be learning battle? That put a scowl to his face. He didn't exactly want competition.. but then again, it would be fun to have someone to train along. The serval cub shifted his dark brown tipped paws from side to side, olive optics narrowed as they studied his paws like they were the most interesting things in the world before he let his olive eyes travel back up to Sacramento, tail flickering.


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