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First attempt at trying that background thing. Just getting some colour and shapes down, trying not to care too much about the outcome.
So there.

Featuring Aneirin|Stag| Renegade and Balthazar| Stag| Royal Guard
Winter Y762 Of the New Age
Glenmore, Near the Ridgeback Range

Rin
“Keep up, cadet, come along. I’m not your mother to let you tug on my tail” the older stag called gleefully, charging happily through the snow while his young trainee huffed and puffed along behind him.
“Being a guard isn’t just about fighting and posturing and looking all brave. Most of it is long, hard days of boring patrols, seeing nothing but trees, rocks and your own feet. If you don’t have the stamina to keep up, you’ll never get to go anywhere”.
He snorted happily as his strong legs broke through the snow’s crust, he plowed merrily forwards, keeping one ear on his student to make sure he didn’t end up in too much difficulty.

Baz
Although he knew that this torturer tutor had come from common birth, it was almost impossible not to respect him.
While others, high ranking socially and amongst the guard ranks, had taught him some things, and spoken to him at length, they didn’t seem to want to show him the gritty reality that came from being a day-to-day gaurdsman. Perhaps his father was biased, picking only those of noble birth, he was sure there was a lesson to be learnt there somewhere, but the burning ache in his legs made it hard to concentrate on anything but moving forward.
Nostrils flaring for breath, he tried hard to keep up with his mentor, who seemed to be able to jog tirelessly for miles. Determination burned in his young mind.

Rin
When there was nothing but quiet panting coming from his young companion, Rin turned his head to check on his progress. Head down, legs churning, he was doing a good job at keeping pace, but Rin knew that as soon as the witty retorts stopped coming, his young charge was either really angry, really focused, or really tired.
There was no guessing as to which one it was right now.
“Alright, recruit, slow it down. Walk slowly with me over to that tree there where the snow has thinned, and we’ll have a rest.”
He kept half an eye on the dark youngster, watching him breath correctly and stretch his legs one at a time. It was nice to see your lessons had sunk in, especially when you were...uh..not usually the best teacher.
Taking a deep breath of cold, crisp air, Rin turned his attention to their surroundings. The Ridgeback range thrust its jagged teeth towards the pale blue sky, there was nothing more daunting than the sight of those mountains, sometimes they seemed immense and indestructible. At other times, they felt like a very thin shield between themselves and the dangers of Blackwood.
Soft, clean snow smoothed the edges of the landscape, blanketing everything in pure white brilliance, some evergreen trees added the occasional splash of colour.
There truly was no place better than Glenmore.
Basking in happy thoughts, he turned back towards his charge, who looked like he was finally starting to perk up again.
“So, how are we feeling?”

Baz
“Um, a bit tired sir, but I’m sure I’ll be fine in a minute.” His breathing was beginning to regulate and he could feel strength returning to his limbs.
Following his tutor’s gaze he stared up into the blue abyss, noting the arrival of some heavy looking clouds over the mountain peaks.
Snow again tonight, but it’s a way off for now.. he thought to himself, pleased that he could now identify various cloud patterns. Judging the wind was something that still eluded him, but he was promised that it would come in time, as would so many other things.
“I think I could start back soon, my legs feel steady again.”

Rin
“Good, glad to hear it, because now it’s time for the second part of the lesson”. Amused, he watch trepidation flit across the face of the dark buck. He bit back a chuckle as he took a couple of steps forward, testing his legs and scenting the air.
“Do you remember your lessons on weather and tracking?” He waited for the sharp nod, and the dawning comprehension. “Wonderful. I hope they serve you well, I’ll meet you at Earran’s rest. Run well!”
He bounded away, stretching his legs and eating up the ground. There came a time in every stags life when he had to learn to fend for himself, this was where he found out what this cadet was truly made of.

Baz
“...Bastard” he mumbled to himself, amused. He had a feeling that something like this was going to happen when Rin had suggested a long hike towards one of the main patrol routes.
“Long enough to test me, but it’s unlikely that I’ll get lost or freeze to death… I’m going to have so much fun when it’s my turn to do the training.”
With a long suffering sigh, he stepped out of the sheltering tree ring, feeling the bite of the air against his hide.
“If you get moving, you get warm” he muttered, mimicking his tutor’s voice, “nothing for it but to get moving I suppose.”
He pushed himself forward into a steady trot, not wanting to jar his muscles too early on. Glancing down, he saw that he’d at least been left a clear trail to follow, although he’d have to keep checking that it wasn’t leading him wrong as another test.
It hadn’t seemed such a long way when there had been two of them, chatting and testing each other, but now he was on his own, he could appreciate the distance they’d travelled.
Pushing himself into a sprint briefly, before returning to a ground covering trot, he realised that this was the first time in his young life that he’d ever been left alone.
No father, no guard, no tutor’s...it was a heady feeling. He was trusted to see himself back, and by Oganach’s beard he would do so.
Letting out a small whoop that echoed among the sentinel mountain, the young buck kicked up his heels and ran for the sheer joy of running, alone and free.

Wordcount:
Rin - 495
Baz - 519

Description

First attempt at trying that background thing. Just getting some colour and shapes down, trying not to care too much about the outcome.
So there.

Featuring Aneirin|Stag| Renegade and Balthazar| Stag| Royal Guard
Winter Y762 Of the New Age
Glenmore, Near the Ridgeback Range

Rin
“Keep up, cadet, come along. I’m not your mother to let you tug on my tail” the older stag called gleefully, charging happily through the snow while his young trainee huffed and puffed along behind him.
“Being a guard isn’t just about fighting and posturing and looking all brave. Most of it is long, hard days of boring patrols, seeing nothing but trees, rocks and your own feet. If you don’t have the stamina to keep up, you’ll never get to go anywhere”.
He snorted happily as his strong legs broke through the snow’s crust, he plowed merrily forwards, keeping one ear on his student to make sure he didn’t end up in too much difficulty.

Baz
Although he knew that this torturer tutor had come from common birth, it was almost impossible not to respect him.
While others, high ranking socially and amongst the guard ranks, had taught him some things, and spoken to him at length, they didn’t seem to want to show him the gritty reality that came from being a day-to-day gaurdsman. Perhaps his father was biased, picking only those of noble birth, he was sure there was a lesson to be learnt there somewhere, but the burning ache in his legs made it hard to concentrate on anything but moving forward.
Nostrils flaring for breath, he tried hard to keep up with his mentor, who seemed to be able to jog tirelessly for miles. Determination burned in his young mind.

Rin
When there was nothing but quiet panting coming from his young companion, Rin turned his head to check on his progress. Head down, legs churning, he was doing a good job at keeping pace, but Rin knew that as soon as the witty retorts stopped coming, his young charge was either really angry, really focused, or really tired.
There was no guessing as to which one it was right now.
“Alright, recruit, slow it down. Walk slowly with me over to that tree there where the snow has thinned, and we’ll have a rest.”
He kept half an eye on the dark youngster, watching him breath correctly and stretch his legs one at a time. It was nice to see your lessons had sunk in, especially when you were...uh..not usually the best teacher.
Taking a deep breath of cold, crisp air, Rin turned his attention to their surroundings. The Ridgeback range thrust its jagged teeth towards the pale blue sky, there was nothing more daunting than the sight of those mountains, sometimes they seemed immense and indestructible. At other times, they felt like a very thin shield between themselves and the dangers of Blackwood.
Soft, clean snow smoothed the edges of the landscape, blanketing everything in pure white brilliance, some evergreen trees added the occasional splash of colour.
There truly was no place better than Glenmore.
Basking in happy thoughts, he turned back towards his charge, who looked like he was finally starting to perk up again.
“So, how are we feeling?”

Baz
“Um, a bit tired sir, but I’m sure I’ll be fine in a minute.” His breathing was beginning to regulate and he could feel strength returning to his limbs.
Following his tutor’s gaze he stared up into the blue abyss, noting the arrival of some heavy looking clouds over the mountain peaks.
Snow again tonight, but it’s a way off for now.. he thought to himself, pleased that he could now identify various cloud patterns. Judging the wind was something that still eluded him, but he was promised that it would come in time, as would so many other things.
“I think I could start back soon, my legs feel steady again.”

Rin
“Good, glad to hear it, because now it’s time for the second part of the lesson”. Amused, he watch trepidation flit across the face of the dark buck. He bit back a chuckle as he took a couple of steps forward, testing his legs and scenting the air.
“Do you remember your lessons on weather and tracking?” He waited for the sharp nod, and the dawning comprehension. “Wonderful. I hope they serve you well, I’ll meet you at Earran’s rest. Run well!”
He bounded away, stretching his legs and eating up the ground. There came a time in every stags life when he had to learn to fend for himself, this was where he found out what this cadet was truly made of.

Baz
“...Bastard” he mumbled to himself, amused. He had a feeling that something like this was going to happen when Rin had suggested a long hike towards one of the main patrol routes.
“Long enough to test me, but it’s unlikely that I’ll get lost or freeze to death… I’m going to have so much fun when it’s my turn to do the training.”
With a long suffering sigh, he stepped out of the sheltering tree ring, feeling the bite of the air against his hide.
“If you get moving, you get warm” he muttered, mimicking his tutor’s voice, “nothing for it but to get moving I suppose.”
He pushed himself forward into a steady trot, not wanting to jar his muscles too early on. Glancing down, he saw that he’d at least been left a clear trail to follow, although he’d have to keep checking that it wasn’t leading him wrong as another test.
It hadn’t seemed such a long way when there had been two of them, chatting and testing each other, but now he was on his own, he could appreciate the distance they’d travelled.
Pushing himself into a sprint briefly, before returning to a ground covering trot, he realised that this was the first time in his young life that he’d ever been left alone.
No father, no guard, no tutor’s...it was a heady feeling. He was trusted to see himself back, and by Oganach’s beard he would do so.
Letting out a small whoop that echoed among the sentinel mountain, the young buck kicked up his heels and ran for the sheer joy of running, alone and free.

Wordcount:
Rin - 495
Baz - 519