The other clan was getting bolder. Taiga sat near the main fire as she toyed with the head of one of her spears. Taking a sharpening stone from her pouch, she began to sharpen it. A lesson of the sins of having faulty equipment was one of the few things that firmly imprinted on her mind. The memory of her spear unable to pierce a ghoul bear was enough to make her shudder. The wounds and scars from that encounter never healed. It was her reminder to refine and upkeep her arsenal.
Ignoring other conversations as best as she could, there was one in particular she couldn't filter out. It was about the Coalition. Supposedly - far from them - a clan successfully untied thirteen clans under one banner. Taiga smirked. That'd be a sight to see indeed. While the elder and head warrior sued for diplomacy, the terms often brokered between a potential ally and them never reached a compromise. If no compromise was met, the next easiest choice was always made. War. Fighting. A brief skirmish. It never escalated past a few battles, but there were some that did. Taiga found herself locked in one such conflict presently.
"It's sharp enough." Taiga looked over and nodded to Fenra who took a seat next to her. "You might as well move on to the next. Now it's busywork."
"Since when are you the expert?" Taiga asked. She placed the spear to the side and took up another one.
"You took my advice."
Taiga shrugged as she began to sharpen the spear yet again. "We had a close call today. If Ajax arrived any later, we would've been cut off."
Fenra took an apple from her pouch and bit into it. "But we didn't. We bled their warriors dry. Remember: we didn't start this war Tai." Fenra took another bite. "We're going to finish it though. Lest they turn coward and submit. I hope they don't."
"Fenra."
"It's either kill them or resort to my other ways. I'd rather kill them."
Even with the masterful control Fenra had placed over her darker nature, Taiga knew how fine the line her beloved friend had to walk. Taiga relished the fight. She was good at it. It was simple and there was very little room for grayness. It was all black and white really. Fenra on the overhand relished the carnage on a different level. Many in the village feared it, but they were glad to have Fenra fighting for them. The woman enjoyed the sight of blood. On occasion, Taiga had seen her taste the blood of others. Taiga confronted Fenra about it immediately and kept it a secret. There wasn't any need to provoke the fear of the village any further about her.
Finishing up sharpening her second spear, Taiga placed it in line with the first as she took out one of her daggers. She had two matching crescent moon ones as well as a tomahawk. "Remember what we talked about."
"I remember, Tai."
Taiga smiled at the nickname. If it were anyone else, she'd smack them silly. "Got anymore of those?" Taiga asked motioning to the apple.
Fenra took one out of her pack and handed it over. "Savor it. They're not easy to come by. The next harvest doesn't start for some time."
Sheathing her dagger, Taiga took the apple. She tore a huge chunk out of it as she looked into the fire. "Blood begets blood."
Fenra tossed a twig into the fire. "Blood begets blood."
Ignoring other conversations as best as she could, there was one in particular she couldn't filter out. It was about the Coalition. Supposedly - far from them - a clan successfully untied thirteen clans under one banner. Taiga smirked. That'd be a sight to see indeed. While the elder and head warrior sued for diplomacy, the terms often brokered between a potential ally and them never reached a compromise. If no compromise was met, the next easiest choice was always made. War. Fighting. A brief skirmish. It never escalated past a few battles, but there were some that did. Taiga found herself locked in one such conflict presently.
"It's sharp enough." Taiga looked over and nodded to Fenra who took a seat next to her. "You might as well move on to the next. Now it's busywork."
"Since when are you the expert?" Taiga asked. She placed the spear to the side and took up another one.
"You took my advice."
Taiga shrugged as she began to sharpen the spear yet again. "We had a close call today. If Ajax arrived any later, we would've been cut off."
Fenra took an apple from her pouch and bit into it. "But we didn't. We bled their warriors dry. Remember: we didn't start this war Tai." Fenra took another bite. "We're going to finish it though. Lest they turn coward and submit. I hope they don't."
"Fenra."
"It's either kill them or resort to my other ways. I'd rather kill them."
Even with the masterful control Fenra had placed over her darker nature, Taiga knew how fine the line her beloved friend had to walk. Taiga relished the fight. She was good at it. It was simple and there was very little room for grayness. It was all black and white really. Fenra on the overhand relished the carnage on a different level. Many in the village feared it, but they were glad to have Fenra fighting for them. The woman enjoyed the sight of blood. On occasion, Taiga had seen her taste the blood of others. Taiga confronted Fenra about it immediately and kept it a secret. There wasn't any need to provoke the fear of the village any further about her.
Finishing up sharpening her second spear, Taiga placed it in line with the first as she took out one of her daggers. She had two matching crescent moon ones as well as a tomahawk. "Remember what we talked about."
"I remember, Tai."
Taiga smiled at the nickname. If it were anyone else, she'd smack them silly. "Got anymore of those?" Taiga asked motioning to the apple.
Fenra took one out of her pack and handed it over. "Savor it. They're not easy to come by. The next harvest doesn't start for some time."
Sheathing her dagger, Taiga took the apple. She tore a huge chunk out of it as she looked into the fire. "Blood begets blood."
Fenra tossed a twig into the fire. "Blood begets blood."