Selene (dealing_death) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-02 09:08:00 |
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Current music: | Danzig: How the Gods Kill |
Entry tags: | complete, mature, selene, wolverine |
Who: Selene (Open)
Where: Hyperion, training room...then moving far far away outside to her car.
When: Morning (sometime after Thanksgiving)
Why: She doesn’t need to train, but playing with a sword is good for the soul
Status: Complete
Rating: Mature
As the temperature drops and the warm waves of the Pacific grow cold, she finds herself staring into a trunk of old trinkets.Heckler and Koch. Springfield. Desert Eagle. Before their time came the old sword, the crossbow and throwing knife. When a life had been saved or ended they were faithfully in her hands. An extension of her delicate form, brought to life by years of training, used to serve her will. When she fled the church it was these friends that came with her, brought her comfort.
By strength alone she would not stand where she does now, not without these finely crafted weapons of destruction.
Nor would she dare utter thanks for family and friends. For good times and bad. To the unending life she had been gifted. Not without first mentioning the steady friend at her side that had helped her through the darkness. To each and every skilled smith that had crafted a weapon, to those who had taught her to use them, she was thankful.
Every sweep of her sword, each bullet fired from her weapon, had let her protect the family she held dear. To stop the treacherous monsters at her back and under her nose. Judgment was cast upon the guilty.
Her feet padded lightly against the floor, the sword sweeping expertly above her head, casting an ethereal orange glow on her alabaster skin. To her side and around in a circle the weapon cut through the air with elegance. There was a faint glimmer of pleasure in her eyes as she danced with the sword. A secret, lopsided grin upon her lips. Few knew of the darkness that lurked under the surface of her inviting smile and dark eyes, they never heard the tales of blood and gore that she delved out with her delicate, womanly hands.
She needed no practice with the blade, in the long span of her life more then half of it had been spent fighting with the crude weapons of old, not the guns of these modern times. Some found solace and peace through meditation, some found it through yoga or surfing, for Selene this was her meditation. Thankfully the hotel had a place where she could get to know the weapon she would have to face Logan with. It was unlike the broad sword she knew so well. Thinner and lighter, longer too. Samurai, she would venture to guess.