Post by bear on Sept 7, 2014 16:01:55 GMT -5
Bear rose mid-morning, after being out on the boat keeping watch all night. A few cups of coffee and a huge plate of steak and eggs later, it was time to go to work.
First came his own training, done before he focused on anyone else. A ten-mile run, mixing between Homid and Lupus forms, through the quagmire of the swamp. He deliberately ran where the ground was soft, sometimes in mud up to his ankles, making it harder and forcing him to have excellent balance and control. After that, it was tossing rocks around, pushups and situps, and some stretching. Next up came an hour tearing the striking post apart with his pile driver blows, splitting tarp and making the old Douglas Fir creak ominously.
Once that was done, a quick shower and a huge lunch marked the middle of the day, and then it was time for -other- people's training. For the last several weeks, Bear had been teaching anyone who came to him how to fight. He instructed them in the brutal, dirty, efficient fighting style the Fenrir had taught him, forcing them to continue on through pain and exhaustion, but only as much as each one could take. He also taught any Garou who wanted to learn how to use their claws and teeth more effectively. Lastly, anyone who wanted to learn how to use the odd silver knives Ariana had given them (or any other type of blade, for that matter) got lessons until dinnertime.
Dinner was the biggest meal of the day, fuel for his night to come. When it was over, he had a few precious hours to spend sitting on the porch with his wife and children, shooting the breeze with friends, and spending intimate time with his mate after the children were asleep. At moonrise, he headed out into the swamp again, keeping watch over the sept during the dangerous hours of darkness. Around the break of dawn he cleaned up and fell into bed, exhausted but satisfied. It had been a good day.
First came his own training, done before he focused on anyone else. A ten-mile run, mixing between Homid and Lupus forms, through the quagmire of the swamp. He deliberately ran where the ground was soft, sometimes in mud up to his ankles, making it harder and forcing him to have excellent balance and control. After that, it was tossing rocks around, pushups and situps, and some stretching. Next up came an hour tearing the striking post apart with his pile driver blows, splitting tarp and making the old Douglas Fir creak ominously.
Once that was done, a quick shower and a huge lunch marked the middle of the day, and then it was time for -other- people's training. For the last several weeks, Bear had been teaching anyone who came to him how to fight. He instructed them in the brutal, dirty, efficient fighting style the Fenrir had taught him, forcing them to continue on through pain and exhaustion, but only as much as each one could take. He also taught any Garou who wanted to learn how to use their claws and teeth more effectively. Lastly, anyone who wanted to learn how to use the odd silver knives Ariana had given them (or any other type of blade, for that matter) got lessons until dinnertime.
Dinner was the biggest meal of the day, fuel for his night to come. When it was over, he had a few precious hours to spend sitting on the porch with his wife and children, shooting the breeze with friends, and spending intimate time with his mate after the children were asleep. At moonrise, he headed out into the swamp again, keeping watch over the sept during the dangerous hours of darkness. Around the break of dawn he cleaned up and fell into bed, exhausted but satisfied. It had been a good day.