why you gotta be so nice // training session

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    and this chaos, it defies imagination

    The white wolf approached the camp's central area and glanced around, noting the general sprawl of idle creatures around. Zedekiah tilted his head back and let out a short howl that rang through the area. "Gather around if you need some training in fighting or self-defense," he called after. This session was geared at the younger members of the Exiles, but he supposed that it was open for anyone who wanted to participate.

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    ZACERO

    One way or another, I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna get you



    "Zacero reporting for training Alpha Zed sir!" The doberman said as he padded over, giving somewhat of a salute before sitting down. He wanted to be strong and powerful for the Pack and the Exiles, to repay the debt he owed for them saving his life.


    /retro to capture


    (c)Citrus

    Well, the bonehead certainly wasn't as young as the pups, but she was definitely blind -- that much was obvious by the empty eye-sockets that stared, unseeing, at anyone unfortunate enough to look upon her mutated form. Nevertheless, she was trying to be useful; she put significant effort into becoming something akin to a doctor but that wasn't enough. She knew she had to be fighting-fit.


    The strong ruled the weak. She knew that. Someday, it wouldn't matter how fucking smart or how skilled she was.


    With these sour thoughts rummaging around her skull, the jackal stood next to Zacero, one of her favorite pups in the pack. If only because he was polite and brought her food. "What he said," she mumbled with an impatient swish of her tail.

    Training huh? The kitten could always use more of that, although it seemed like that's all she did lately. Her pure white pelt shined even in the dim light of the prison as she approached. "I'll join" she announced, hoping it would be a challenge. She flexed her claws as she sat down, her tail flicking back and forth across the concrete floors as she ptiently waited for Zedekia to begin his training session. She needed to get stronger, she needed to be able to fight better to protect the ones she loved.


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    and this chaos, it defies imagination

    Three? Admittedly, Zed was disappointed, but he could work with this. "Welcome, everyone. I suppose we can start--I would hate to waste time," the white wolf remarked. Clearing his throat, he glanced over the other three briefly before he continued, "First rule of fighting--know your flaws. I want everyone to state what they think are their disadvantages."

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    ZACERO

    One way or another, I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna get you



    Weaknesses? Okay he could do that.

    "My legs are really thin and I'm missing a little bit of my tail, which isn't too big of a deal but it does offset my balance a bit. I tend to overthink things so I'm not quick when it comes to counterattacks and dodging. I uh, don't really care for pain so I can become injured to the point of defeat without batting an eye."


    He could full well feel pain, but he actively chose to ignore it which would cause a few problems in the future if he didn't learn to know when to stop. Or if he didn't learn enough to be able to win before it got that far.


    (c)Citrus

    Speak their weaknesses? Jupiter supposed she'd cut off at her top three or so. "Well, to start, I'm blind. Never learned how to fight, either, since I always sucked at it. And I'm blind." She was a bit salty about being blind, obviously; how was it fair that she got to live life like this when everyone else she met had access to a whole other sense that she could never even dream about? She had no idea what it was like to see and, as such, a lot of what her fellow creatures did seemed strange and impossible to her. Like being a badass fighter.

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    "Your other senses are stronger then." The Warden's tone was gruff and even as she made her approach, lean muscles shifting underneath her sleek pelt with every step she took. "And Zacero, don't be an idiot, pain exists to remind you of your boundaries." Seriously, who just ignored pain? This clan would need a lot of work before they were ready for half of the shit she had planned for them. They'd have to hold up as individuals long before they were ready to function as a unit. "I'm impulsive, domineering, and rely heavily on my pyrokineticism." She shifted her rose eyes to Zed as she spoke, all things he knew she was sure but irregardless she planned on participating in this exercise just like everyone else.