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The moon hung high in the sky as Howlingnight walked beside Kvalun. The freshkill pile was just short of feeding everyone, namely himself and Kvalun who agreed to get the short end of the stick and not have prey. Wintrystar had allowed them to go out together to go and fetch some prey for themselves so that was exactly what they were doing. "Has your mentor taken you out hunting before and if so do you still feel like a beginner?" Howlingnight asked the apprentice aged tom, wanting to know just how much experience he had. He may have to just catch food for the both of them. All he really knew about Kvalun was that he was quiet and not WinterClan born, which wasn't exactly much to go off of.
Post by stardance on Sept 14, 2020 15:42:55 GMT -5
Kvalun's heart skipped a beat when he was told that he had to back out and hunt. He finished his training with Snakefang before sunset and has talking with his sister. Then this guy showed up and told them that they were leaving to hunt. In the middle of the night. It's what he got for being the last in line. He said a quick goodbye to his sister before joining him. He followed closely behind the large tom, but his mind was in its own world.
He had been thinking more about his mother recently, and those thoughts swirled around all of his head space, so when Howlingnight asked him questions, he stuttered. "No...Yes! I apprenticed moons ago."
"Ah so you're a little out of practice," Howlingnight said in understanding, "You're an outsider though aren't you?" He asked before answering himself, "Actually, come to think about it Snakefang's your mentor. That guys a pushover, he's always too nice to the prisoners that's probably why you're stuttering to me. I can teach you to be a better warrior than even me if you'd like. No one would ever look down on you and no one would ever even utter anything about your outsider heritage when I'm through with you. If you're interested, I'm just warning you that it won't be easy."
Post by stardance on Sept 15, 2020 23:10:37 GMT -5
He didn't understand one of his questions. He understood what he was asking, but its implications disturbed him. They confused him. "Why does it matter that I'm not from here? I lived here since kithood. I am like anyone." He ignored the part about Snakefang. He just always seemed distracted. He did his best, but Kvalun knew he was falling behind. His sister always bested him in everything they did now. Maybe Howlingnight could help him. "But I want you to help me. I want to do better. I want to earn a name like yours."
"In WinterClan if you're not a pureblood you may as well be nothing, that's just how it is here. Personally I could care less about blood, but since my mate cares so dearly about it I happen to care a lot more than I normally would on my own," Howlingnight said.
He stopped walking before turning to him, "Tonight I'll hunt for you because there's a bigger lesson for you to learn, pain. You need to know how to take a hit. Someone who's been hit in the face for the first time stumbles, they flinch, they lose their senses. Someone who's been hit in the face and they can't remember how long it's been since the first time they've been hit don't flinch or stumble because they've been hit so much. I had to learn it and if you want to grow strong I'll teach it to you too," He said, stepping closer. His claws grabbed the apprentices chest, forcing him closer to him. With his other paws he grabbed the apprentices head, looking into the toms eyes with interest, "So are you going to back out or take your beatings?"
Post by stardance on Sept 26, 2020 22:27:11 GMT -5
The charcoal Bengal did not understand the tom before him. If he didn't support this ideology, then why did he offer something like this? Why didn't he try to talk his mate out of it? He wanted to ask a question, but the paw on his head seemed to say that questions weren't allowed. Only a decision. He wanted to say yes, but the look in the warrior's eye disturbed something in his soul. He shuffled his paws and slowly nodded. "Yes..." His voice trailed off and he closed his eyes. He knew what the paw on his head was for. It would send him to ground, and after that he was at the mercy of the gods.
(If this is too intense for Kvalun let me know and I can 100% tone it down. I tried to keep it vague on where he was wounded so he can be as hurt as you want him to be)
"Take comfort in knowing that after a few weeks of this you'll never feel a thing again. Live one moon of agony for a painless future for the rest of your mortal life," Howlingnight promised him.
With that he sent Kvalun to the ground with a gentle precision that it was almost unbearable waiting for the first strike to hit. He was bruised immediately, Howlingnight's claws were sheathed, yet the force was brutal that it was hard to not cry at the first strike, but by the fourth and twelfth it was inevitable to not be bawling. He started with the parts of the body that could take a beating, the ones that had the most durability, but by the end of the hour his claws were out. At this point he had Kvalun beaten and bruised, but now his claws were lashing on top of the worse parts of his bruising. The worse were the breaks in between when Howlingnight rested his paws, but there was nowhere for Kvalun to run, but knowing there was more to come.
When he stopped once more there was still one body part that hadn't taken a beating, the head. But instead Howlingnight cracked his neck a few times before rolling over Kvalun slowly and gently. "It's over for today."
Post by stardance on Sept 29, 2020 15:20:08 GMT -5
Live one moon of agony for a painless future for the rest of your mortal life. Kvalun swallowed hard as those words left Howlingnight's lips. One whole moon in agony... he couldn't do that. He opened his mouth to say something, and that's when his head hit the ground.
It jarred him, and he was thankful for that. The first hits came as blurs and blended together. They hurt, but the pain throbbed rather than burned, but that changed quickly as Howlingnight moved from his side to his stomach. Each hit knocked the wind out of him. He barely had enough oxygen to remain conscious during the first part. Then he stopped. Not for long, but he stopped. Kvalun almost thought it was over until he felt Howlingnight's claws tear into his flesh. He started sobbing. Each strike blended into the next, but he could feel him doing the same thing: starting with his chest, and then moving to his stomach. Other strikes landed on his legs and such, but those didn't hurt like the pain elsewhere.
At this point Kvalun had started muttering a song his mother had taught him. It was 'just for him' according to his mother. "Qasda li'inili kahstanil, slofez yin yayfam kaptafam. Kmo kvalunil kavlanil, kvolen yin yayfam kaptafam la havo'avili." He crying almost became melodic as he whispered the tune to himself.
Then he heard silence. He kept singing. Then he heard Howlingnight's voice. It's over for today. What? He slowly opened his eyes as the warrior rolled him over. "Really?"
"Of course," He said enthusiastically, which was surprising as the tom never had a chipper sounding tone. He gave the tom a few comforting licks behind the ear, "You took it, most would squirm and beg for mercy, I'll always respect you for that."
Howlingnight pushed some snow onto the tom, "I'm going to numb your wounds while I go out hunting for the both of us. I'll hunt you anything and feed it to you if you require it, what would you like?" He asked. It was almost like he hadn't beaten him up at all, that he was suddenly a more caring person than he'd ever been. As far as Howlingnight was concerned this was his apprentice now, so long as he obeyed he was going to treat him with the best services while they were off hours from training.
Post by stardance on Sept 29, 2020 23:08:20 GMT -5
The tom flinched again. He was ready to beat down again. He was ready for a paw to knock him unconscious, but it never came. He slowly turned his head back. He couldn't believe his ears. This tom was... being nice? Niceish? Something like that. It just didn't fit with the cruelty he just endured.
He shivered immediately at the snow piling on top of him. Kvalun did not have short coat, but it was far from the longest either. It was plenty warm when he was active, but getting covered in the stuff didn't help. Still, he could feel the dull throb start to fade. "Anything. I want to sleep..." He let out small moan. "I should tell my sister what?"
"You can tell your sister I beat you up for training purposes. Don't sleep though, I'll be back fast."
Time seemed to blur, but at some point he did return to Kvalun. He sniffed him a few times around the neck to make sure he was alive before hauling him onto his back, "Everyone's probably asleep," He said as he carried him back into camp with a meaty fat snow hare in his jaws. He placed Kvalun into his nest before tearing off strips of rabbit meat for him like a queen would do for a kit, "I know you're tired, but just eat a little something first."
He laid the meat out for Kvalun while he worked on skinning the snow hare so that the apprentice would have some warm fur to bundle up in, "Sleep in, our training will start again tomorrow night so rest up as much as you want."
Post by stardance on Sept 30, 2020 22:39:47 GMT -5
He was confused. His sister never came back beat up like this. Why would this calm her down? They were the only thing each other had. His thoughts blurred as he fell asleep.
It was a short sleep. He woke as the warrior pulled him onto his back, and revealed the scarlet snow underneath. It made everything worse. Even with the numbing, he felt a new fire ignite under his wounds. His deep moans could have waken the whole camp, let alone the apprentice's den. The tom had no control over his shivering by the time he reached his nest. It was... warm. He opened his eyes and saw his sister, Emris, sleeping soundly one nest over.
His attention turned back to Howlingnight as he lay out the strips of meat in front of him. Little did Howlingnight know, his mother never did anything like this. As soon as they were weaned, he and his sister had to hunt for themselves. In the desert that meant scorpions. Thankfully, Mother showed them which plant cured each scorpions sting.
He gave the meat a tentative sniff before biting into one of the strips. Our training will start again tomorrow night so rest up as much as you want. His amber eyes looked up to Howlingnight in a panic. "I have training with Snakefang tomorrow... I don't know I can make it..."
"You're scared, but that proves all the more that you need to conquer this. I will accommodate though, you do need your training with Snakefang to learn the basic foundations of being a warrior. You won't go out training with him, you need to heal up. But twice a week I'm going to do this to you, by the end of the moon you won't even flinch. This will be very hard on you and you're going to cry yourself to sleep, but I promise, you'll suffer one moon for an eternity of greatness. And trust me, it's worth it," Howlingnight said as he began to scrape away the fur on his own prey to placed as bed lining for his new apprentice.
"Sleep in, I'll let Snakefang know you can't train tomorrow," He promised.
(We could fas forward to the last moon of harsh training so to present day since this rp took place some time ago)
He slowly nodded. He didn't know what to think. The charcoal bengal wanted to be excited, but he could not find it within him. He just hurt everywhere at once. The tom could barely think. At least he would have a reprieve tomorrow... was that the wrong to think about this? Would thinking like that nullify what he worked towards with Howlingnight? Maybe it was the pain, but random thoughts bounced around his head. All he could do was nod and agree as he drifted to sleep.
As Howlingnight left the den, it would have been impossible to ignore his sister's screech.
Howlingnight had beaten the tom down every week, almost every day. It always lasted for fifteen minutes, but the range of strikes, when and where he injured him varied each time to keep him guessing. Tonight was Kvalun's final round, after he would learn far more than just endurance. Despite the fact that Kvalun came to WinterClan as an outsider with no WinterClan blood he had grown to respect the apprentice quite a lot. He never tried to run or beg, he took everything he gave him, sobbed through it all like a kit, but got back up every time to limp his way over for another beat down. If anyone in the clan ever tried to put Kvalun down he wasn't going to allow it, not when the time earned the highest amount of respect from him.
"Whether you're ready or not this is your final night of beatings. If I taught you well you won't flinch, you'll know how to take a hit. Not that I don't expect you to scream or try and guard your body as those are all good instincts, but I expect you to react with logic. But as I said, even if you fail, this is it, there's nothing one more moon of this will change if you don't already have these skills now," Howlingnight said, "Would you like to start off standing or lying, there is no wrong answer."
(You can scar Kvalun a bit here if you want. No eye/tail removal, but everything else is fair game)
The past month had been the toughest moon of his life. It was far worse than the first moon he was in WinterClan when he couldn't speak to anyone but his sister. The language barrier was tough, but he slowly got over it. Now he could speak pretty well, save for some errors here and there, but hints still remained. His r's rolled where they shouldn't, and stress placement still eluded him.
This training's barbaric simplicity appealed to the tom. He just needed to not break every few days. He could do that. It hurt, but he could do it. He had to do it. He had to be something like a pureblood, for his family. "Standing up." Lying down sounded like wimping out of that first impact like the first one that brought him into this world of pain.
Howlingnight nodded, despite the amount of daily beatings he gave to the tom their relationship never felt like an abusive one to him. He believed in Kvalun, felt the more punishing blows he gave him the more invincible he would become in battle. He always made sure Kvalun's wounds never became infected, that he stayed well rested and fed. For him Kvalun was his apprentice, a beloved on at that in his own twisted way.
In moments Howlingnight brought hell down upon Kvalun, his claws tore the tom wide open in ways they never had before. Normally he would ensure there would be no scarring, this time his damage was permanent. He was pushing a kind of dread onto Kvalun, testing the toms reaction. He bit him in places that would make most animals submit immediately. He threw him, trying to break any focus Kvalun had, snap him out of his form, testing him for every weakness he could. All of his attacks were stronger, carried with a swift speed he never displayed to the young tom before.
Finally in the moment he had been working up towards he threw Kvalun to the ground, belly up. He pressed Kvalun's face back so he couldn't see and began to claw and bite at his exposed belly. The biggest test was to see if Kvalun completely broke, fell apart at the feeling that he could truly die. Howlingnight remained careful to create explosive amounts of pain in the toms stomach, but to not cause any real damage. However by keeping Kvalun's face away from looking the imagination could easily play tricks, making him believe that the apprentice could truly die.
It felt like the first beating all over again. He waited and waited for that first strike. Where would it land? Would the claws be in or out? He took a deep breath, and then the first blow hit. He could feel Howlingnight's claws go deeper than ever before, and then the wind got knocked out of him. Thankfully, he had nothing left to scream with when Howlingnight's teeth tore into his flesh for the first time. The older tom was beyond biting and scratching he was used to. This torment screamed for him to fight back. But he refrained. Kvalun didn't want to disappoint Howlingnight. All he did was hiss and bear it. He would not cry this time.
Perhaps the only saving grace of this beating was its endlessness. The brief pauses in the first one were by far the most agonizing, but this punishment was swift and brutal. Howlingnight's throws provided some brief pauses, but he had no doubt more hell would follow shortly. When Howlingnight threw him to the ground, it was as if all the gates of hell opened at once. Howlingnight's pin made his imagination run wild. It felt like Howlingnight ripped out his organs onto the snow for the world to see, and he could do nothing about it. This time a cried, but did not sob. He suffered the beating in silence as his stomach went numb.
At last Howlingnight came to a stop, panting from the own exertion had used, "We're not done, but, we'll have an hour break," That was a lie, they were done. But he knew from experience that anyone who suffered immense pain, but survived through it often gave up the moment someone said it was over. Which meant passing out and other health complications because of the body shutting down at such a fast rate. So while in reality Kvalun had completed it he didn't want to tell him the good news until he felt the apprentice was in a stable condition.
Brushing snow over the tom, but away from the face he came up close sniffing at the tom for fear scent. Moving away he dug his paw into the snow to give him a playful nudge across the shoulder, "You did good, I'm proud of you," A rare smile left his muzzle, "How are you feeling emotionally?"
The searing pain coming from his belly made him go numb. For all he knew, he came out here to die. And he was okay with that. With his sister dead, he had become lost. He and Snakefang were never particularly close, nor were he and Pineflurry. He didn't have much left but his Clan, the Clan that did not care for him. Sure, he was no demon, but someone of his bloodline was right there. Being close to what he believed was death made those feelings rise to the surface for the first time.
The wounds burned as Howlingnight dumped snow on them, and it shocked him back into reality. He could see some of the snow already becoming red, but not nearly has fast as he thought. So, was that whole thing a trick? He was snapped from his thoughts by Howlingnight's prod. "I... don't know." His voice was barely above a whisper. "What should I feel?"
