Rax opens his mouth, maybe to argue or apologize, but sees the expression on your face and immediately goes to the mat to practice his katas.
The impact of your blows blends into a flowing rhythm. Your speed picks up as you begin to lose yourself in the oblivion of instinctual motion, the satisfaction maintaining a ceaseless momentum almost enough to drive away the unwanted memories of your failed initiation as a pact holder.
It wasn't Rax's fault, not really. The rites of bonding were a closely held secret that you were barred from disclosing. The uninitiated couldn't know the pain passing your hand over deck after deck, watching as your friends jubilantly completed their own bindings. You remember the looks of disappointment from your mentors and the utter confusion amongst your peers. You were the best cadet in generations, your completing the ritual was an all but forgone conclusion... Except it wasn't.
You realize your practice has drawn quite a few spectators. It was rare for anyone to see you fully let loose even on the sparring mat. You must have been putting on a bigger show than you realized. Seeing you've noticed, they quickly go back to their stretches and warmups.
"It isn't like you to practice so hard with others around."
You turn to see your old friend Alex approaching from the entrance. The albino lioness always exudes an aura of supreme control and calm. No doubt sensing your agitated mood, she gives a cautious smile. She was also a academy alumni, a master practitioner of aikido, and one of the best Pactholders in the city... After your dramatic exit from the academy, Alex was one of the few of your class to remain in contact with you. If you could call Link's borderline stalking contact.
The impact of your blows blends into a flowing rhythm. Your speed picks up as you begin to lose yourself in the oblivion of instinctual motion, the satisfaction maintaining a ceaseless momentum almost enough to drive away the unwanted memories of your failed initiation as a pact holder.
It wasn't Rax's fault, not really. The rites of bonding were a closely held secret that you were barred from disclosing. The uninitiated couldn't know the pain passing your hand over deck after deck, watching as your friends jubilantly completed their own bindings. You remember the looks of disappointment from your mentors and the utter confusion amongst your peers. You were the best cadet in generations, your completing the ritual was an all but forgone conclusion... Except it wasn't.
You realize your practice has drawn quite a few spectators. It was rare for anyone to see you fully let loose even on the sparring mat. You must have been putting on a bigger show than you realized. Seeing you've noticed, they quickly go back to their stretches and warmups.
"It isn't like you to practice so hard with others around."
You turn to see your old friend Alex approaching from the entrance. The albino lioness always exudes an aura of supreme control and calm. No doubt sensing your agitated mood, she gives a cautious smile. She was also a academy alumni, a master practitioner of aikido, and one of the best Pactholders in the city... After your dramatic exit from the academy, Alex was one of the few of your class to remain in contact with you. If you could call Link's borderline stalking contact.