Post by LordStripetail on Jun 12, 2007 14:07:12 GMT -5
Stripetail paused briefly as he looked over the sea. Today it was very stormy, and whitcaps crashed against the shore, sending spray high into thier air. His was a lonely life, but then again, that was the fate of a Wizard, or Seer as these ccreatures called him, it made little difference to him..
A stooped form was wondering slowly across the beach. The old otter carried a rust shovel on her shoulder. Hooked around the blade of it was a laden sack full of wet, sandy clams. A spummy wave rolled in and washed over her footpaws. Looking down at the sand, she dropped teh burlap sack and withdrew teh shoel. The beast drove it into teh sand quickly. The blade made a crisp hissing noise, and then she turned the snad out and revealed the large, gray clam. She tossed it in the sack with the others and took up her bag again, continueing along the beach.
"The essence of swordsmanship" lies in its perfection. It does not mean to cut the enemy, but rather to cut the enemy within oneself. Iaido and Kendo are sister arts. They are practices in the same spirit and, like the two wheels of a cart, they form together the art of Japanese swordsmanship.
Post by LordStripetail on Jul 3, 2007 14:43:44 GMT -5
Stripetail noted the otter in passing, as she dug up clams. The winf whipped his whiskers and fur, the air was salty and at the same time, filled with meanace. there were very dark clouds among the horizon, which told him a storm could be approaching. "If I were you mister or miss otter, I'd wrap up what you were doing and find shelter.. a storm's coming in " He called out, pointing with his stsff out to sea..
At the mercy of the mighty waves a piece of splintered ship's hull was tossed about like a leaf on the wind as it came to shore. Desperatly clinging to the wooden fragment was lone passanger draped in sodden robes. The only survivor of a terrible tragedy, Li Yun the blind seer of the far away isles. The sodden red panda clung for her life to the patch of planking that had been her haven in the storm and she did not know where it was that the seas were taking her. She could hear the waves crashing against the shore but where was it that she had washed up. Too terrified to let go she let the waves take her to shore...
NOTE: The red panda, Ailurus fulgens, is a speiceis that is smaller than the popularly known giant panda which is of the family urisdae. Red pandas are of family musteloidea and are closely related to the American racoon. Just wanted to clear things up right quick.
Last Edit: Jul 4, 2007 11:49:54 GMT -5 by Cerridwen
Post by LordStripetail on Jul 4, 2007 9:51:05 GMT -5
Stripetail noticed the debris suddenly as it came into view. he put his staff away and jumped into the choppy water, which seemed to be getting more and more violent by the minute. He did not know if the Otter had noticed anything, or had even heard his warning, but it didn't matter at the moment. He Reached the Debris after a good deal of paddling, and he was shocked at what he saw. A large panda, covered in sodden and blood-stained robes, lay on the piece of timber. she was either sleeping or had been knocked out. Stripetail had rarely seen creatures like this in his travels, but he had seen a couple. Where had this one come from, what was it doing here? Questions raced though his mind.. Then he stirred. At that moment a huge wave lifted him, the panda, and debris high into its crest. The large wave raced to shore, as Stripetail desperately climbd onto the small wood. The wave grew largerand larger, and it finally crashed into the shore, destroying the debris and cast both Stripetail and the Panda into the air, and they landed on the sand roughly, with a thud. Stripetail skidded for awhile then stopped. the Panda, being heavier than him, had not moved far from where it had landed. Stripetail then saw the otter coming towards them..