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loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
Veronika sat in pure meditation. Her ears were drooped slightly, but anyone who knew the sword mistress knew that she was meditating and was perfectly aware of everything in the sword dojo. She was a grey husky. Her back fur was soft shade of stormy clouds. Long black hair fell in a soft cascade down her back.
The meditation room was a place of focuse and peace. A place that each of her students were to spend their time when they were not working, sparring, eating, or sleeping. Tonight was to be the first day that the new students would come to learn the mastery of swords. All swords. The meditation was a room built of glass and was a greenhouse to those who did not know the place. Greenery grew and spread all around. A brave new sun was rising into the sky to make the once dark sky into a beautiful blue.
Her ear twitched as she heard the gears click into place in the front room and chimed that the time was come to get to work. Standing up, she looked at the large tree that grew in the middle of the room. She turned, and walked out. Already she could hear new students walking about and a few chatting in the greeting room. She checked herself in the mirror, then turning, she walked out.
Her boots on the stair case announced her arrival. She wore tight leather boots over her feet. The heels were imposibly long. Her thighs and legs were beautiful and wrapped in leather. Her top was soft linen and kept place in a corset. A belt hung low on her wide hips and on her belt was a rapier and dagger. Along her back was a broadsword. Her face was beautiful, but she wore a leather patch over her right eye. Unbeknownst to the men in the room, inside was a cyborg eye that took each in. Standing by her second in command, a fierce looking man holding a clip board, she chuckled.
"This is who I have to train? Have you given them the rules Number two?" She looked at the man she trusted. She smiled as he began to read them the rules of the housing. No sexual partners, no drugs, or alcohol. Curfew was 9 and lights out 10. Chores began at 6. She looked over the men and smiled and nodded a bit. Her blue eye traveling over the masses.
"Listen up swine, I am not your mother, I am not your girlfriend, and I sure as hell am not your hooker. I am the one in charge, I am the alpha. If you do not like having a 'pussy' in charge, there is the door." She motioned with one finger to the door. She smiled. "I will not coddle you, hold you, or allow you to cry. This is my school and you will learn how to use any sword or sharp pointy object put in your grubby little hands." She looked around at them. "You will be expected to dress appropriately, if you can wear it and fight, fine." She walked back and the second in command looked up. "Any questions?"
The meditation room was a place of focuse and peace. A place that each of her students were to spend their time when they were not working, sparring, eating, or sleeping. Tonight was to be the first day that the new students would come to learn the mastery of swords. All swords. The meditation was a room built of glass and was a greenhouse to those who did not know the place. Greenery grew and spread all around. A brave new sun was rising into the sky to make the once dark sky into a beautiful blue.
Her ear twitched as she heard the gears click into place in the front room and chimed that the time was come to get to work. Standing up, she looked at the large tree that grew in the middle of the room. She turned, and walked out. Already she could hear new students walking about and a few chatting in the greeting room. She checked herself in the mirror, then turning, she walked out.
Her boots on the stair case announced her arrival. She wore tight leather boots over her feet. The heels were imposibly long. Her thighs and legs were beautiful and wrapped in leather. Her top was soft linen and kept place in a corset. A belt hung low on her wide hips and on her belt was a rapier and dagger. Along her back was a broadsword. Her face was beautiful, but she wore a leather patch over her right eye. Unbeknownst to the men in the room, inside was a cyborg eye that took each in. Standing by her second in command, a fierce looking man holding a clip board, she chuckled.
"This is who I have to train? Have you given them the rules Number two?" She looked at the man she trusted. She smiled as he began to read them the rules of the housing. No sexual partners, no drugs, or alcohol. Curfew was 9 and lights out 10. Chores began at 6. She looked over the men and smiled and nodded a bit. Her blue eye traveling over the masses.
"Listen up swine, I am not your mother, I am not your girlfriend, and I sure as hell am not your hooker. I am the one in charge, I am the alpha. If you do not like having a 'pussy' in charge, there is the door." She motioned with one finger to the door. She smiled. "I will not coddle you, hold you, or allow you to cry. This is my school and you will learn how to use any sword or sharp pointy object put in your grubby little hands." She looked around at them. "You will be expected to dress appropriately, if you can wear it and fight, fine." She walked back and the second in command looked up. "Any questions?"
