1. Dal

    Private Preparing Providence

    "Bullseye," Dal said, waving potato peeler in one two affirmation of the mark being struck. His eyes did not go from the potato. A few more shucks, a placement down of this one. A return to words, giving credit. "Haven't heard the full version in a quite some while," Dal said, unusually glad...
  2. Dal

    Private Preparing Providence

    Dal gave slow nod of affirmation at the greeting. His knife finished a potato and the thought affixed to it. His paw of a hand placed it with the others as the ash was collected and fresh fire prepared. Properly, Dal noted, taking assurance at his company. His hand remained upon the potato as...
  3. Dal

    Private Preparing Providence

    Competence had an authority all it's own. An authenticity before title mantle worn, this essence of humility shown, grown as trust day by day in display of knowing. Not all Squires were progressing from within their salad days, sharpening wits and senses to the ways of the fighting world. Some...
  4. Dal

    Open Smackback!

    Dal in full tilt saw hint of eyes from sly pad paw estimating, full heaving full bore breath in chest rising, expelling heat. His tusks jutting, arms outstretched to meet the crackback ball in it's doubtless return. From the corners of Dal's affixed eyes did the presence mark him. The centre of...
  5. Dal

    Open Smackback!

    The shoulders swayed with a timing required to survive, dip with guile as power was supplied by fist and barge of mass. To weave against the brute force sent out and harnessed, bounding in the device, the orb of brawn that burly blasted away and back, smacking against the terrain that did...
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  6. Dal

    Open Laying Foundations

    Dal remained granite faced. Left the moment of extended friendship hang as he mulled over the words. He let his tooth ache flare, set his jaw firm as if the words Horoth said were to blame for the prangs of pain. Various retorts smouldered within, yet quenched by virtue of his own dignity...
  7. Dal

    Private Against the Grain and Rush

    Five days the same. Routine. Hands pressed against the hips, staring down the stream awaiting Dal's wading and striding. The weight upon him comfortable until water soaked, made all struggle and challenge once he took the plunge. It's what he signed himself up for. What he demanded of himself...
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  8. Dal

    Open Laying Foundations

    Dal followed the path of the dropping knight. Raised his brow in some small admiration of someone being flummoxed and then falling into their own bold resolution to leap out of the situation. The drop taken heavily on the knees - wince resisted, some sympathy garnered for one without tutor on...
  9. Dal

    Open Laying Foundations

    Dal nodded at the vault. No point in admonishing the form. The deed had been done, and the bricks held fast. And so he held onto his brick no more. Thudding to the ground. He knew the sight that Horoth peered at. Knew it from his to-ing and fro-ing. And he knew that this gladiator that balanced...
  10. Dal

    Open Laying Foundations

    Dal, calm as a coma, moved over to a solitary brick upon the ground. Picked it up, deliberate and slow. Looked over at Horoth. Felt the weight of the brick. Tossed it from one hand to the other. Once, heavy, slow. Twice, faster, impactful. Third, full force, slapping against his palm. Shock...
  11. Dal

    Open Laying Foundations

    Dal focused on the report of the battle. Answered surely on it. "Momentum. One mishap, one stroke of fortune, rolling into the next. Like that ocean, it doesn't quit, it isn't content with one wave. It makes a current. It isn't happy unless it's endless. It refuses to stagnate." He moved his...
  12. Dal

    Open Laying Foundations

    Release myself from this burden? What a joke. "Might as well ask the Oxen to release the yoke and see how helpful to the farm it is without." He made a movement with the shoulders as if saying the further lines he held. A sureness of the weight he carried, accepting of it. This is my...
  13. Dal

    Open Laying Foundations

    The antithisis of Dal's thinking was reflected in Horoth's position. Dal's eyes became portcullis to his soul, the grey flashing rebuke he set loose within himself to protect his ethos. Not dwell on that? How the fuck can I not think on that. Dal spoke low, slow, and steady as the shovel...
  14. Dal

    Open Laying Foundations

    Dal lowered his jaw, gave slow answer. As if he was delivering some serious import concerning basic wisdoms. As if he was stating the facts to bar fly slow and methodically for how abundantly true they should be to anyone. "Life without obstacles is a life with just one above your head. If...
  15. Dal

    Open Laying Foundations

    Dal rose. "Rather make good squires better," Dal said matter of factly deciding that was enough to refute the flattery. "And skills get dull. Sometimes Knights forget what an obstacle is." He resisted folding his arms. Dal was a squire, and Horoth was a knight. But Dal had fought as a...
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