So, this was an idea that I had. If you're interested, please reply.
It's not really a contest, but if you guys want to make it one, that's good with me. On this same topic, I want anyone joining to post a short story or two including one or more of your RP characters, just to let others see. I'll contribute as well:
In One Stroke
Anghan was exhausted. He’d been swinging that wooden sword around for two hours at that wooden dummy, and he was completely wiped out. “Father, ‘ow much longer do I need to practice these strokes ye taught me?” he complained. “I’m already bonny at the timing and placement of yon blade.”
Anghan’s father, Calthon, looked up from the nail he was hammering into a plank of wood. “I think that ye can be finished now. Let me see them one more time,” he said gently. Calthon had a surprisingly soft voice for a creature of his size. The huge timberwolf stood a full head taller than his son, and his son was already the size of a young badger. Calthon’s blue eyes shone as he took in Anghan’s skill with the broadsword.
The wooden sword sliced down at the arm of the dummy, then immediately came back up to parry the counterweight that swung back around to clobber him in the head. The younger wolf stamped a paw forward to give extra momentum to the lunge that he put his body mass behind. The dummy bounced back off of the hay stand it was on. Finally, even though it wasn’t in the sequence, Anghan’s paw twirled the sword around for a final lunge to the dummy’s bright painted heart.
Calthon’s strong paw stopped the sword before it could continue. “Let the enemy get up first. Let him ‘ave a second chance in yon name of chivalry, but nae more.” Anghan pulled the sword away and nodded.
“Supper!” Anghan’s mother, a smaller wolf of a light brown-grey hue and dark green eyes named Kalien, was standing on the porch.
“Coming, m’dear!” Calthon called back. He lifted his finished work, a cedar wood bench, and carried it inside on one shoulder. Anghan followed. He stowed the wooden practice sword by the door and walked in to the sight of a table covered with steaming meat and a colorful pastry. His nose instantly told him the measure of Kalien’s skill in cooking.
Calthon sat down at the head of the table. He said a quick grace, apologizing to the fish and birds that made up their meal, and began to devour what was on his plate. Anghan followed suit, and soon they were getting in bed with full stomachs. The son retired to his cot in the attic of their little mountain cottage.
The next morning, Anghan woke to the delicious smell of fried salmon on toast. He rolled out of bed immediately. Grabbing a black tunic, he thundered down the stairs and plopped down in a chair. Kalien was frying their breakfast at a black metal stove with an iron pan. “Sixteen years doesnae make ‘em any less hungry,” she said to herself.
Calthon joined them. He was wearing clothes similar to Anghan’s. “Anghan, lad, I left one of my best saws oot at the edge o’ the pine grove. Could ye go and fetch it?” he asked. Anghan nodded and dashed out of the house.
Once outside, he directed his run towards a cluster of trees a bit west of their cottage. His ears twitched, picking up a slight flapping sound some ways away, but he thought nothing of it.
Sunlight glinted off of the blade of a saw leaning up against a tree. Anghan ran up and grabbed it. He was about to turn and go back when, all of a sudden, he was hit from behind with a huge force. Searing pain appeared in four places in his back. Something screeched and buffeted him over the head.
Anghan howled in pain when something bit his ear. Startled, the thing let go long enough for Anghan to turn around. A massive eagle was attacking him fiercely. He reacted by swiping at it with the saw, but a powerful wing knocked it out of his paw. The wolf yelled, “Father!” as he was knocked on his back. Calthon and Kalien dashed out of the cottage.
Calthon wielded his broadsword with ease. With the flat of the blade, he knocked the bird off of Anghan. “Son, run!” The bird was even bigger than Calthon. Anghan stumbled to his feet and limped away, fear propelling him through the trees.
Hot tears of anger and fear coursed down his face as he fell over and over. Finally, he ran into a huge branch, effectively knocking himself out.
Back at the edge of the grove, Calthon had pushed the eagle back towards a cliff. Kalien was looking to see what she could do as her husband parried all of the vicious bird’s talons. The female wolf spotted a fallen tree limb. She rushed to it, lifted it, and came behind the eagle.
It saw her first, though. Spinning around, one of the eagle’s talons caught her throat. It was a fatal wound. She fell back, gasping for air.
Calthon was stunned for a moment. Recovering his wits, he exploded into a howl and rushed at the bird. His sword skewered it, and their momentum pushed both of the over the cliff’s edge into the rocks below. The last thing Calthon thought was, “I love ye both.”
Anghan woke up to sunlight filtering through a doorway to his left. Two older rabbits watched him carefully. He sat up, but fell back down at the blazing pain in his back. “Aah!” he breathed. One of the rabbits held him down with a paw.
“Rest,” he croaked. Anghan nodded. Five minutes later, he sank back into a deep sleep.
Later, he woke up again. He tried sitting up again, and all he felt was a cool sensation in his spine. “What did ye do?” he asked the rabbit who was sitting by him.
“My husband is a practiced healer,” she said quietly. “You’re well, and may go now.” She handed him a small loaf of bread.
Anghan nodded in thanks. “I thank ye kindly for yer generosity,” he said, and ran out the door. He kept running until he saw the end of the trees and the walls of his cottage.