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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/1/2017 1:33:16 AM
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[i]It would take a short time for the young archer to then notice the bystander, as when he went to retrieve his arrows, those silver eyes would look upwards, only to find themselves upon Fenrir's form. A short, feeble grin would cross Orion's light face, as he would raise a hand and bother to wave towards the man whom had taken some interest in his shooting.[/i]
[i]In truth, Orion was a man whom was raised religious, and after certain events, was confused about his identity as a religious individual, questioning his faith in certain things and such. It was not the Catholic God that he believed in, instead.. a Maker, one whom blessed the realm and failed to prevent the cruelties of chaotic influence from descending into it. An odd belief, but one nonetheless.[/i]
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[i]The older man started, pushing off the post of the door frame with a jump from his shoulder, right hand lifting from its position of crossing his chest and held out, apologetically and somewhat embarrassedly. A friendly smile lit his face as he pleaded the man,[/i] "[b]I am sorry, please forgive me. I'd had no intention of interrupting your session, only of watching it. Archery was never much a skill of my own, yet I love to see it wielded by a natural master of it. So, please, unless you wish to speak, don't let me interrupt you in your training.[/b]"
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"Sorry? Sir, you're not interrupting, nor intruding at all. Happy to see that more people see some value in the hobby - form of combat, sport, whatever you'd want to call archery." [i]The young archer would bow his head towards his sole spectator, in a rather plain, albeit respecting manner. Although the archer would nod as well, as he would take one final arrow, nocking it upon his bow. The archer's fingers locked upon the string, pulling it back until the bowstring met the side of his cheek, upon the right side. There, he would take aim, and fire - the final arrow managed to hit the center, albeit too high to be considered a true bullseye. The archer simply nodded, after the quick shooting, though his attention would soon return to Fenrir.[/i] "Sir, if I may.. could I practice upon this mountain more? The Dojo isn't.. preferable, for this sort of thing at least. I feel more at peace here, nearby a place of worship and in small, yet good company, than there."
