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Thread: ~ Friendship with Benefits ~

Luna Lovegood Fifteen Years Old Ravenclaw British Half Blood Mother is a Muggle Serenity K. Jacobs Sixteen Years Old Slytherin Irish Pure Blood Would you mind starting us off?
Thread: ~ Friendship with Benefits ~

Ah what a wonderful day it was for the red headed twins Fred and George. A perfect day to cause trouble and flirt with women as most boys would enjoy. With the new students visiting from other parts in Europe, it was entertaining to say the least as most of their fellow schoolmates were after the foreign types. Particularity with the men who seemed to be enjoying themselves leaving the poor lonely women to be without any attention. It was quite depressing to the red head trouble makers but hey, more 'meat' for them to enjoy respectively. See any good girls Fred? None of the sort sadly George. They continued to check the women out hoping to spot a lucky single attractive one. However they did some familiar faces walking about with a few exchanges of waving. Hey isn't that Ginny and her friend? Fred asked. Yes it was their little lovable sister was with a blonde girl that was around her age. Seeing them come over, the brothers respectfully and surprisingly politely stood up to greet them. Been busy sis? George asked. Who is your friend? Fred asked.
Thread: new to school

The gender of the professor is your choice. Larissa was new to college. It was all so new and busy and confusing. Coming from a home-schooled environment, Larissa was not familiar with many of the ways of not just college life but the relationships between students and students and professors. She did the best she could in class but it was always a struggle to stay up to speed in classwork and research. Her grades suffered and were slipping, but she struggled onward. In addition, she was surprised, even scared at times, by the beehive of activity in her dorm. There was always something going on in the dorm, even sometimes parties that were so sexual in nature that she would hide in her room, embarrassed and confused by it all. It didnt help that she was naive, painfully shy, and withdrawn. Coupled by her plain dress, unsually sweatshirts and jeans, and her belief that she was plain and not at all attractive, her life was slowly becoming a place of misery and pain. She was lonely, lost, and growing somewhat frantic about college when the new professor walked into her psychology 101 classroom...
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x kuro)

Elizabeth gazed out idly out the sprawling front windows of the sitting room. Outside the sun shone upon the lovely gardens and birds could be heard chirping cheerfully. Her mind wandered aimlessly and the lack of attention clearly showed on her pretty face. Before her stood a rather imposing woman with steel gray hair pulled into a severe bun and a disapproving expression on her face. In fact everything about the woman spoke of iron will and a strict personality. Elizabeth, you will pay attention to these lessons. The woman stated in an icy tone slapping the arm of the chair in which Elizabeth currently lounged. They are essential to your ascension as the Matriarch of the Ahnkir family. The young woman gave a start and turned her emerald eyes upon her aunt. Aunt Beatrix you have gone over these lessons of duty and the responsibility of leading this household until I could recite them in my sleep. Is there nothing new to learn before I become the head of the family? She inquired with a frown. Elizabeth had always been an impatient child. She was the first daughter and Beatrix considered the girl altogether too spoiled to be the head of any household let alone one as important as the Ahnkir. The girl had been blessed with the beauty of her mother and the cleverness of her father but she seemed to lack any real back bone. The girl was in for a mighty surprise when she started her new training. Beatrix compressed her lips into a thin line. This was always a clear indicator the woman was becoming irritated with her niece. You will never become the head of this household if you cannot pay attention. She snapped. Perhaps it is time for some new lessons. She mused with a thoughtful smile. This abrupt change in attitude worried Elizabeth. What possible torture would cause her rigid aunt to smile like that? Very well Elizabeth, I will arrange for the next level of training. Maybe your next teacher will be able to succeed in making you a proper Matriarch. I hope you are prepared for your next course will not be an easy one. With that last cryptic comment Beatrix sailed out of the room look entirely too pleased. Elizabeth sat back in the chair unable to keep a small feeling of worry from welling up in the pit of her stomach. Her aunt never sounded pleased about anything but whatever ordeal she was about to be thrust into seemed to have cheered the steely woman up considerably. She rose to her feet and tossed her wavy, chestnut hair over her shoulder. Whatever Beatrix has planned I will overcome like any other obstacle set in path. The young woman murmured to herself. I can handle anything she can throw at me. It was an arrogant sentiment and one that was about to be severely tested.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x kuro)

Beatrix had counted on the promptness of the Weapons Master and was not disappointed when she heard the familiar creak of leather that preceded him up the hall. For such a large man his was uncannily quiet on his feet. She stepped into the hall and raised a hand to stall him. She could not keep the tiny frown of distaste at his usual attire from her face. We must discuss Elizabeths training. She stated planting herself in front of him. The girl is becoming insufferably soft and undisciplined. One thing she admired about the Northerner was his ability to train the youths of the Ahnkir family but he had not yet been required to train a Matriarch and worse still there was a second formality to be addressed. She decided today was not the day to bring up that delicate point. Under your tutelage I suspect she may learn some hard new lessons. A few bruises on her bottom wouldnt hurt her at all. Personally she though the child needed more than a few to set her straight. She eyed the Weapon Master critically even his appearance might have an effect on the young lady. To most he could most certainly be considered intimidating. Unfortunately Elizabeth was more likely to see him as uncivilized. She will be passed over to you to train starting today. I have done all I can with her regarding running the family. The last part of her training is with you. She turned to leave and paused. I truly hope you can make her the leader this family requires. I do not plan to run this household much longer and once she turns 20 She trailed off with her usual frown. Well I dont suppose I need to discuss that at the moment. Fair well Master Vallios. Oh and good luck. With that said she turned and left him standing there giving him no time to argue. On her way down the hall she sent a small prayer to the gods that the two of them did not kill one another before the training was complete.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x kuro)

Foolish woman. She doesn't realize that all Southern-bloods are soft. While Vallios fought loyally for House Ahn'kir, he hated the people of the city with a burning passion. Cowardly and deceitful, they had all been softened by their easy life in this plentiful land. Every now and again Vallios entertained fantasies of knocking Beatrix unconscious and leaving her stranded in the northern tundra with nothing but a belt knife. Sadly such thoughts were nothing more than wishes, and Vallios knew he had better get this over with. Without knocking or announcing his coming Vallios stepped into the sitting room, swinging the heavy oak door shut behind him. As for bruises, Elizabeth was sure to earn plenty during her training. The girl was going to start out just like any other fresh faced recruit in public lessons. He would not waste his time on private instructions with the girl until she could swing a sword with something besides hopeless abandon. That would certainly knock her down a few pegs, spending a couple of hours a day as a lowly commoner amongst the rabble. Oh by the gods how he would rather be any place other than here! For sixteen years he had watched Beatrix grow up, for sixteen years he had been told that a day would come when he would take Vis'karr's position as Weapons Master, as the Fist of Ahn'kir and Shield of the Matron. Why had they waited for so long to begin her training? Baarskor children began learning the forms before they began to write! I've been informed that today you start the real learning. Your aunt has more important things to do than baby sit you, so I guess it's my turn now. Vallios saw so very little of Matron Ahn'kir in Elizabeth. The Matron had been a woman of strength and poise, a woman who should have been queen. Unmatched by any other than the Weapons Master with her rapier and equally deft at negotiations of any form, the woman had apparently led house Ahn'kir from rags as a minor Borderwatch house to one of the most influential of the nine ruling houses. Pacing was Vallios' response to this situation, he moved back and forth across the small floor of the room as he thought of what else to say. Hopefully the assassination was still fresh in Elizabeth's mind. She'd been present when the assassins had attacked, she'd seen how easily the guards had been dispatched and seen her father and mother drag their assassins with them to the afterlife. She'd also witnessed Vallios hold his own against three of the nine men involved in the assault, fighting with the ferocity of a cornered animal and emerging unscathed and soaked in the blood of his foes. Surely she understood the gravity of the situation and understood just how much ground they had to cover in such a short period of time!
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x kuro)

Elizabeth was violently pulled from her thoughts when the door to the sitting room opened and banged shut behind the Weapons Master. Before she could open her mouth at the outrage of being rudely interrupted he very eloquently told her he would now be her instructor as her aunt had more important matters to attend to. She snapped her mouth shut and regarded the man silently. She could not stop the small sliver of fear that crept up her spine every time she laid eyes on him though she would be damned if she let that show. The man was clearly uncivilized with his wild appearance and lack of manners. She graceful got to her feet her chin high. I am prepared for any training required to fulfil my duties to this family. The image of her mother, broken and bloody on floor flashed through her mind swiftly followed by that of the men her parents had killed during the fight. She watched Vallios pace about the room and swallowed the lump in her throat. I want be stronger than my mother. I want to protect this family and the people I care about. This was a little uncharacteristic for Elizabeth she was not known for being sentimental or motivated in any way. After another moment she curtsied and bowed to Vallios. Please Master Valliosplease make strong.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x kuro)

I cannot make you strong anymore than a smith can toughen glass. I can only put you to the forge and shape you, but you will have to show your strength. That was another thing Vallios simply did not understand about Southern-bloods. They treated their women as if they were frail and prone to shattering, teaching them nothing they needed to know to survive on their own. Vallios stopped his pacing and looked Elizabeth over, trying to see potential in her. At least she had determination, a feature he could not teach. It was so odd to hear her speaking to him in a civil manner, even when she was little the accursed girl had looked down her nose at him as if he was nothing more than a guard dog. The Weapons Master ascendant had mixed views of Elizabeth his oaths of fealty and determination to honor the man's memory demanded he tolerate the girl regardless of how petty and vindictive she acted, though he resented every little scrap of her personality. Pampered and given the world on a platter, Elizabeth knew nothing of struggle or strife. Part of Vallios secretly looked forward to breaking the girl in and teaching her some harsh lessons about the world. These lessons would be a crucible for Elizabeth and a harsh wake-up call, no punches would be pulled during training. She would learn humility and discretion, when to press an advantage and when to fall back. She would learn how to direct a battle, how to forge a blade, how to rally troops and how to break sieges. I would suggest speaking with your seamstress and having her stitch you a skirt acceptable for battle. You will have difficulties learning the forms tripping over the hem of a court gown. Yet another thing Vallios hated about their culture the ridiculous attire they donned. Most of it did nothing but inhibit movement and hide flaws, rather than emphasizing what was important and providing warmth. The concept of trying to move around so restricted by pointless fabric absolutely baffled Vallios. What was more baffling was the two-faced hypocrisy of politics. Power flowed along blood-lines rather than moving to those fit to lead. Among the Northen Tribes anybody could challenge a War-chieftain's position, though such challenge was met in the Ring of Sorrows as a battle to the death. Such actions were rare however, as the tribesmen understood that any unnecessary death only weakened the clans. There was little room for greed in the frozen North, survival required both cooperation and self-preservation, two schools of thought that often ran in opposite directions.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x kuro)

His words struck a chord in her, he would teach her but her strength would come from within. When she pictured strength she pictured her mother, the woman had been a powerful leader of the Ahnkir but she had little time for teaching her daughters. That was left to other women in the family and nannies. Elizabeth often wondered if she would have turned out different had she spent more time with her mother. Elizabeth was well aware of what others thought of her. She used her abrasive personality to keep most people at bay. In her entire 19 years she had not really formed a bond with anyone. Her interactions were restricted to instructors, professionals and servants of the house. She was pulled from her thoughts by a comment from Vallios regarding clothing. She eyed his attire with a thoughtful expression. If I may ask a question, She did not wait for his agreement. Would any form of skirt truly benefit me at allwould it not be more efficient for me to wear what all new trainees wear? She indicated his breeches. It seems that I would have much better range of motion if I wore a pair of breeches. She knew that it was completely a completely inappropriate question. Even her mother wore a specially designed skirt during training. She was tired of sticking to traditions and her family had many. Her head was filled to the brim with them thanks to her aunts repetitive lessons. I am willing to wear the same uniform as all new recruits. She stated in a serious tone.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x kuro)

That is the thinking of a leader. Color Vallios a hundred shades of surprised, the girl was speaking sense. What was next, Ursur the bear-spirit returning to the world? Was Elizabeth actually...starting to see sense and reason?! It was hard to keep some kind of hope from dawning in Vallios' mind. She was willing to dress the part of a recruit, but would she study along side them? Would she spar with them with no expectation of special treatment? Vallios strode over to the window and looked out at the peaks of the northern mountain range. Even in spring the mountains were blanketed in white snow. The caribou were numerous on the tundra this time of year, and wolfsong filled the nights. Deep down Vallios' heart longed for the North, to stride across the tundra and feel the crunch of permafrost beneath his boots. Take well to the lessons and I will show you my hunting grounds. Have you ever heard Wolfsong beneath a full moon? Every few moons Vallios vanished into the solitude of the wilds to hunt and remember the thrill of survival. Each trip lasted roughly a week, and nobody knew exactly where Vallios went though the furs and hides he came back with were the talk of the land. A few hunters had tried to tail Vallios before, though they'd found their efforts defeated by the blustering fury of the Bleak Fangs, unable to keep up with the pace at which Vallios moved through the snow seemingly impervious to the chill. It was fortunate that the hunters gave up their pursuit, the Northern Tribes did not take well to outsiders in their land. When Vallios came hunting he was received as an honored guest, the dead returned temporarily to life. Most cultures would brand Vallios a traitor, but his uncivilized brethren understood the honor-debt Vallios owed to house Ahn'kir. They knew he came back to his homeland to remember the heart of the wild, knew that no Son of the Frost could leave the tundra behind forever.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x kuro)

His words completely took Elizabeth by surprise. She had expected somethingrude perhaps. That was not a particularly fair assumption and she felt a little guilty about even thinking it. She gave him a warm smile. Normally when Elizabeth smiled it was a forced thing required by manners and her position but this was a genuine heartfelt smile. It made her look like a different woman. I would be honoured to see your hunting grounds. Wolfsong sounds like it would be majestic when heard under a full moon. She paused for a moment. But I do not want any special treatment I do not want the other trainees to believe I am soft. Her eyes dropped to the floor. Even if it is true to start with. The words were barely a murmur. She gave herself a shake and pulled her attention back to her new instructor. When do you expect me to report for lessons? Elizabeth asked, abruptly changing the subject. She hoped it wasnt too early she was a terrible morning person. Considering how early she often heard the young men training outside she knew she wasnt going to like the answer.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x kuro)

All of you Southern-bloods are soft. It took two nations to keep my people from burning this city to the ground. It was hard to mask the contempt in Vallios' voice. War allies had been required to break the barbarian siege and free the entrenched city enough for peace talks to begin. Vallios let out a quiet sigh and turned to face Elizabeth, deciding he should add to his previous statement a little. House Ahn'kir was the only house Vallios had any respect for, he held open disdain and hatred for the rest of the city. House Ahn'kir was made of a more solid stock than the rest, that much was certain. After all, they had been the only ones with the courage to meet the Baarskor charge head on. Vallios' eyes then lingered down to the tattoo on his right arm, a jagged silhouette of a roaring bear's head in black and crimson ink. It was the brand of his tribe and something Vallios displayed with fierce pride. On the other arm he wore house Ahn'kir's sigil, a spear shattered across a large rounded shield. As for special treatment...Vallios would never even humor the idea. If anything, Elizabeth would get especially rough treatment to compensate for years of swaddling. Though those of Ahn'kir blood are the least soft. They were the only ones with enough courage to meet my people and our war-bears head on. As for your training, do not worry about being spared any difficulty. You will be held to the highest standard of any pupil I have ever taught. Your training begins tomorrow in the forges. You will not hold a weapon until you can craft one. Some hammer-work would show Elizabeth what true fatigue was. Between the heat of the forge and the meticulous, repetitive strokes of a heavy hammer Elizabeth would come to understand the value of steel and a portion of the cost of bloodshed. One could not properly wield a blade without first respecting it, and one could not respect a blade without making one first. Besides there was a certain satisfaction in wielding something you'd made yourself. Vallios expected Elizabeth to not only learn to understand combat, but to embrace it's every facet. Vallios wanted to shape Elizabeth into a woman that his own tribe would respect, a woman his brethren would allow to pass through the borders untroubled. If Vallios had his way there would be trade and relations with the North, and the Wolfsong would be heard not just on the tundra but in the valleys as well. Sorry it's short. Something just ruined my day and sapped my creative energy.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x kuro)

Once again Vallios was in the forges, working through thoughts with hammer and apron. The slow, repetitive actions helped Vallios work through his cumbersome thoughts. The conversation with Elizabeth had gone much better than he had anticipated. Vallios had expected Elizabeth to be her usual obstinate, moody and arrogant self. The girl had showed some kind of promise and sense. Perhaps the reality of the assassination was finally sinking in to her stubborn skull. Slowly the glowing steel began to take shape, the broad leaf-like edge of a dagger. The steel would be folded and shaped again and again, new layers added to it with every fold. This project would take many nights of forging to perfect, something to keep Vallios' idle hands occupied and his restless mind distracted. So much to be done, so very much to be done! When Vallios deemed the first stages of crafting complete he set the blade to temper and left the forge, deciding to retire for the night. It had been a long day and Vallios was absolutely exhausted, sleep would be welcome company. With marked haste he made his way through Ahn'kir keep to his own quarters outside the training yards. A building the size of a small cottage, furnished with all the makings of home. Vis'karr had commissioned the dwelling built for Vallios so that he could have free access to the yards and some shelter from the initial prejudice he had faced after the treaty was signed. The previous Weapons Master had been quite the leader, a man who always seemed three steps ahead of the world. Large shoes to fill, but Vallios held no doubts he could fill them in quick enough time. Vallios settled his weapons on their racks and then dressed down, climbing into the heavy fur blankets that covered his bed. After a few moments Vallios was fast asleep and recovering from the stress of the day. Sorry for the short post