Post by Ty on Sept 11, 2006 15:04:45 GMT -5
(( This is going to be a thread to show a bit of his history, and eventually lead up to his master coming for him, and a plotish thing for Ty being started up.))
Blue eyes were locked on the moon, as a soft cooling breeze brushed up against the owner. A tear dropped down his face for a second, before being wiped away. Ty sighed and sat down. Something was going to happen to him. He had a hinch. He didn't fear death. No, never would he fear death. What he feared was being a slave again, and rumors were a certain ship had been sailing along the land, a certain ship that belonged to his owner.
He had made a vow, that he'd go back to his owner if he was needed, but the problem was. He didn't want to now. He had met two creatures, maybe even perhaps friends, and Risk the vixen, he made a vow to help, and be around for her. He had never had friends also, and loved the feeling of having friends. Plus, if he went back, he'd get.... the whip again. Ty sighed and slowly moved his right paw, in front of his jacket, then felt his scarred back before pulling away.
Now, he didn't have a drama filled life. He was just a slave, and never wanted to go back..... though, there were moments...
"Hyat!" Ty had yelled, making a well placed punch in Diro's stomach. His master grunted and stepped back a bit before looking up and smiling. Ty had just turned eleven, and mastered his final fighting art.
Diro smiled to Ty, something he really did.
" Heh, I knew one day, you'd be better than me, so that you could protect me. Of course, you'll have to get stronger. That won't take down even your average beasts, but you've got the skill down.... well done.... now, its time for blades..."
" But master, I-"
" Silence. You must learn most of the types of blades. You will start out with duel long knives.... and a claymore...."
Ty had frowned, and hesitantly stepped forward,grabbing the two knives and latching them onto his belt. He then tried to lift the claymore, but couldn't get balanced and fell.
" Ungh..... sir... I'm too small for it.... "
His master's eyes filled with anger, and he with out warning, knocked the wind out of Ty, and sent him back sliding a foot in pain. The swift kick in the stomach was a pinful one.
" Mouth to me again, and it'll be the whip, to your front side.... remember your eye?"
Ty frowned and felt his scarred eye. It had just happened a month ago.
" Y-yes master.... "
Ty sniffled at the memories, before shaking his head and banishing them. Though, once he did, he felt his eye, and rested his one paw over it almost in shame. He did get better than his master. He had learned many types of blades, and ironically, his favorites became the duel long knives and a claymore. Though, one thing he had learned that was more important, was his master used him as a tool. He only wanted Ty to get better so that an assasin would have to fight him, instead of Diro. It had made him feel so.... useless.
Blue eyes were locked on the moon, as a soft cooling breeze brushed up against the owner. A tear dropped down his face for a second, before being wiped away. Ty sighed and sat down. Something was going to happen to him. He had a hinch. He didn't fear death. No, never would he fear death. What he feared was being a slave again, and rumors were a certain ship had been sailing along the land, a certain ship that belonged to his owner.
He had made a vow, that he'd go back to his owner if he was needed, but the problem was. He didn't want to now. He had met two creatures, maybe even perhaps friends, and Risk the vixen, he made a vow to help, and be around for her. He had never had friends also, and loved the feeling of having friends. Plus, if he went back, he'd get.... the whip again. Ty sighed and slowly moved his right paw, in front of his jacket, then felt his scarred back before pulling away.
Now, he didn't have a drama filled life. He was just a slave, and never wanted to go back..... though, there were moments...
"Hyat!" Ty had yelled, making a well placed punch in Diro's stomach. His master grunted and stepped back a bit before looking up and smiling. Ty had just turned eleven, and mastered his final fighting art.
Diro smiled to Ty, something he really did.
" Heh, I knew one day, you'd be better than me, so that you could protect me. Of course, you'll have to get stronger. That won't take down even your average beasts, but you've got the skill down.... well done.... now, its time for blades..."
" But master, I-"
" Silence. You must learn most of the types of blades. You will start out with duel long knives.... and a claymore...."
Ty had frowned, and hesitantly stepped forward,grabbing the two knives and latching them onto his belt. He then tried to lift the claymore, but couldn't get balanced and fell.
" Ungh..... sir... I'm too small for it.... "
His master's eyes filled with anger, and he with out warning, knocked the wind out of Ty, and sent him back sliding a foot in pain. The swift kick in the stomach was a pinful one.
" Mouth to me again, and it'll be the whip, to your front side.... remember your eye?"
Ty frowned and felt his scarred eye. It had just happened a month ago.
" Y-yes master.... "
Ty sniffled at the memories, before shaking his head and banishing them. Though, once he did, he felt his eye, and rested his one paw over it almost in shame. He did get better than his master. He had learned many types of blades, and ironically, his favorites became the duel long knives and a claymore. Though, one thing he had learned that was more important, was his master used him as a tool. He only wanted Ty to get better so that an assasin would have to fight him, instead of Diro. It had made him feel so.... useless.
