YAY one of Alpha Training Sessions

WIP "The Guardians Tale: The Marble Keep" ( my book, please do not copy or re-post without permission)

"The cool winds whistled through the trees and reeds, those of late fall where one could see there own breath. In the meadow near a winding creek the sounds of something cutting through the cold air could be heard and the sounds of something panting hard. A strong white wolf was working on his training exercises. His strong legs kicking hard while his spirit spear, Chastiefol was cutting into the old iron bark, and leaving a small indentation where his legs had hit over and over again. A cold sweat rolled off his brow, and his bare chest, his muscles were strong from years of training and fighting. As he moved around, almost like a primal dance, his thick tail swings and thrashes on the ground make the nearby rocks and pebbles jump. His arms and shoulders were defined, his motions seemed to be fluid but you could feel the air move around his kicks. The spear itself would fly off spinning in mid air but Alpha only has to move it hands in directions, sending the spear flying back and into the the targets. Each time the spear hit the side of the tree its give off a ringing sounds, then release itself from the bark without him having to touch it."

"His entire body was white like the snow on the mountains peak, but his silver hair and tuffs on his tail. When others looked at him, he looked like any other wolf but his tail and sharper ears said otherwise. It was clear he had some dragon blood in him, his emerald eyes would flash with unimaginable power, yet a gentle kindness, a hope, and a sense of purpose. He kept kicking and landing sticks with Chasiefol into the old Iron Bark threes that were said to be stronger then any iron or steal. Dancing around the small area with his backwards feet until one punch hit dead center and the tree split right up the middle. He stopped as he watched the tree land into the ground with a loud crash, leaving deep indentations in the semi frozen soil. Stopping now, his breathing deepened as his spear continued to spin clockwise with a soft chiming sound in mid air slowly. he turned away with a smile of satisfaction at his accomplishment, sweet rolling down his face and body. His boy and magic pulsing from the consent use and work."

Artwork:  Curiouspie

Alpha: Mine
Story: Mine