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Post by Percheron Razorwing on Jul 14, 2011 3:18:03 GMT -5
Come morning, Wildfire heard a soft rap on her door, it was impossible to tell what time it was, due to the torch-lit darkness outside of her hut, but it was obvious that some time had passed since she went to bed.
Another soft knock was heard, before she heard some muffled conversation outside, apparently someone was trying to talk to the pony at the door but was shooed away.
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Post by dragoonofdeath on Jul 14, 2011 3:25:43 GMT -5
Wildfire lifted her head up and pulled herself out of bed, stumbling sleepily towards the door. She tripped twice on her new leg, the feeling that she was hobbling confusing her tired mind. She pulled the door open and blinked twice, her brain switching from sleep mode to overtime. "Mister Razorwing! I thought Redcharge was kidding that you were here." Wildfires mind was racing. She probably looked a mess, and was making a terrible first impression. "Would you...like to come in? Or should I come outside?"
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Post by Percheron Razorwing on Jul 14, 2011 3:51:06 GMT -5
The white Pegasus, unarmored as to not intimidate the mare smiled pleasantly, paying special attention not to remove his gaze from hers, lest she feels he stares at her prosthetic appendages.
"Whichever pleases you." He answered simply, awaiting her decision.
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Post by dragoonofdeath on Jul 14, 2011 3:58:27 GMT -5
Wildfire slowly stepped outside, noting that he was keeping his eyes locked on hers, or at least her face. "I don't mind if you stare y'know. I find them wierd to." She said as she stretched her wings out, glancing at the prosthetic one. "Promise I won't be offended. So, what can I do for you this morning?"
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Post by Percheron Razorwing on Jul 14, 2011 12:05:04 GMT -5
"Combat training." Percheron said simply, pointing a hoof at Wildfire, "I want to teach you how to adjust yourself to those, and how to fight with them." He explained, yet gave no reasoning for his wish.
"I will take you on as my personal trainee, and help you make sure this never happens to you again, or to anyone near you. Is that alright?"
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Post by dragoonofdeath on Jul 14, 2011 12:19:55 GMT -5
"Combat...training?" Wildfire put a hoof to her chin, as if trying to think. If anything she was trying to quiet the storm in her mind so that she COULD think. The little pegasi that was her mind was drowning in an ocean of raging emotions, confusion, self hatred, grief, bitterness and rage to name a few.She was never one to care for what somepony else thought of her, she had always believed in letting others have their own opinions about ponies, but now? Now she wanted to be put in a box, have that box sealed and buried, and have a house built on top of it. Any chance of finding friends was destroyed because of her prosthetics and scarred body, and the thought that everypony she knew before assuming she was dead snuffed the idea of going back to Ponyville.The thought of Ponyville brought up a thought of Cloudfall, and the ocean that was her mind flashed red for a second, but was suddenly silenced. A hoof was pulling her out of the ocean and into the air. She snapped back to reality and looked up at the Pegasus in front of her. Percheron Razorwing, the greatest aerial fighter in all of Equestria, offering to help her, to make herself better. She let herself smile as her mind seemed to temporarily calm. "I'd like that Mister Razorwing. Thank you, for the offer."
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Post by Percheron Razorwing on Jul 15, 2011 12:49:59 GMT -5
"Good, now let me see this here..." Percheron said, passing her to inspect her wing, running his hoofs across the razor edged feathers, "These are sharp, hmm, one more wing like that and you could've been a natural weapon." He pulled on the wing, "Very solid, very durable. I could expect nothing less of Red Charge, though I pity the drake who lost this wing." He then pulled on it harder, tipping Wildfire over, and then went to her other wing and did the same. "Amazing, same pull... Perfectly balanced." He commented, moving to Wildfire's flank and lifting her prosthetic hoof, "I have no idea what this is made of, but it feels like a regular leg to me." He knocked on the hoof, and then on the hoof of Wild's other leg, and listened. "Also balanced."
After the intrusive inspection was done, Percheron observed her injured flank, a scrap of her cutie mark could be seen beyond the scars and prosthetic attachment. He surveyed the scars with his eyes, circling Wildfire one more time before returning to face her. "Do you have any flying experience?"
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Post by dragoonofdeath on Jul 15, 2011 14:08:55 GMT -5
Wildfire was slightly caught off guard by the sudden inspection, but stayed quiet and let Percheron go about his business. She felt a pang of fear atthe thought of losing both her real wings, as even though she could move the prosthetics, she couldn't /feel/ them, and if that was making walking difficult for her, the idea of flying and forgetting she had one wing was scary. She let out a slight yelp as she was tipped over, her eyes widening and face flushing a slight red color as she waited for Percheron to finish his inspection. When he finally finished and walked back to his original position, Wildfire shook herself quickly and looked back up at her new teacher. "Flying experience? I've been...well, was working for the Ponyville weather team in the Heavy Storm Unit. I didn't get to see much action, but i'm a good flier." She quickly glanced at her prosthetic wing, "Or I hope I am with this thing."
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Post by Percheron Razorwing on Jul 15, 2011 22:44:38 GMT -5
Percheron poked Wildfire harshly, "Don't hope, know. After I'm done with you, you'll not be good, you'll be amazing. But you're going to have to work hard, pay attention and most importantly, pony up. You let in your self pity, you'll never get them out." Percheron barked, "And when it's all done, maybe I'll take you to find whatever did this to you, and maybe we can roast it."
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Post by dragoonofdeath on Jul 15, 2011 23:01:03 GMT -5
Wildfire raised her head, her old cocky smirk playing across her face, her wings spreading out as if she was preparing to take flight. She knew she was good. She knew that /NOTHING/ could hold her back. Well...maybe a giant lizard when she was half aslee- NO. NOTHING. Wildfire jumped up, flapping her wings to hover in the air. She tilted a bit to the side as her prosthetic wing decided to stay straight out. "Er...gimme a sec. First time i've flown with this thing." She concentrated on flapping her prosthetic, wishing that at least a stump had been left to better work it. It finally began flapping and she righted herself, wobbling a bit in the air. She landed back down with a sheepish grin, "I'm ready when you are sir."
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Post by Percheron Razorwing on Jul 19, 2011 4:30:59 GMT -5
"Well not now, you're not at full health, and I have many businesses to attend to. If you feel well tomorrow, we may practice then. But for now, take your time familiarizing yourself around camp, and rest." The Pegasus instructed, taking off and flying away swiftly. Poor filly, Percheron did not know how he would react had he lost one of his own wings.
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Post by dragoonofdeath on Jul 19, 2011 12:59:56 GMT -5
Wildfire watched with a frown as the pegasi flew off, hating the fact that he was right. The simple act of lifting herself in the air had felt like a thousand pins and needles stabbing her in the side. Walking didn't hurt as much, probably because she tried to hobble on three legs, forgetting her fourth, but that short flight had took her down several notches. "Might as well walk around, see who all else hangs around here I guess." She began to hobble, and stopped herself planting her prosthetic frimly on the ground and forcing herself to use it. Shaking her head and telling herself she'd get used to it, she began to walk around the camp, looking for other ponies to 'mingle' with.
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