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My Greatest Ally, My Armour, My Weapon, My Body
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Merci d'Rue
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PostPosted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 2:24 pm Post subject: My Greatest Ally, My Armour, My Weapon, My Body Reply with quote
The handmaiden brought forth the metal gleaming. Merci stared over the chainmail peices, and shiny leggings. Her hand drifted over the battle armour as it lay on the bed pausing to touch her shield freshly polished. Blood stains had been expertly removed, steel reinforced.

It was a great gift for her to have her armour and weapons repaired. Never did she take it for granted. Her blue hair falling upon the tops of her corset she bent to study the knick and scratches still evident within her sheild. Her blue eyes flashed. They had seen much together. Blood, treachery, death...

The leather fittings that went beneath her chainmail had been reworked, waxed and hardened to protect agaisnt the slashing of blades.

Are you ready Lady d'Rue? Merci stood her eyes shut waiting and gave an imperceptible nod, as her handmaiden circled to stand behind her. Grasping the strings of the corset her handmaid said soflty. You know Lady d'Rue you train so hard a corset is not really necessary.

Merci paused. I do not wear this for its physical effect. The implication was there, the effect of control upon her mind that the corset brought, the comfort within it, knowing that something was keeping her in check relieved this Lycan female brought solice to her spirit.

The handmaiden dutifully tugged on the strings, Merci's breath inhaling. Peice by peice the leather was fit to her and the chainmail overlaid. Her armour had become light to her as she willed it so, trained with it till it moved with her and was a part of her. It allowed the agility known to Merci in her fighting. Her quick flexible movements were her ally. The sharpness of her weapons coupled with the strength of her arm.

Someday in battle I shall die, and this will be a blessing for me, I was never meant to grow old. In service of the Wolf King for the love of our clan I fight. Only the Strong Survive, and when weakness of age takes me let it be so that I die..

May destiny guide us..And that is the song the Wolves sang this day

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