Post by Blake Winchester on Jul 3, 2016 0:56:44 GMT -5
It had been a long arduous journey for the young tamer through all of the events that had transpired since becoming a tamer. He was almost killed by a gargoyle in the cloister in New York, he was stranded on a floating raft made of ice in water filled with hungry fish. He had experienced a lot, and had gotten a little better at his job as a tamer. Though, there was still a lot that he lacked knowledge about, and he was determined to learn them.
He had sent out an ad to all of the major cities in the digital world looking for someone to spar with to improve his battle tactics. He had to learn from experience, and why not learn in a safer environment than learning in a war zone. Sitting on a stump in the middle of the forest he would look over at his partner who was sitting loyally at his side laying down with his head firmly resting on the soil beneath him. “I wonder if we will find any tamers who are interested in helping us improve?” The dog would look over at his partner, and would groan deeply; “No way of knowing we just have to wait, and see if anyone takes the bait.
The tamer was fueled with excitement, and rose from his seated position. Looking around the forest he would sigh; “Well I guess we might as well get warmed up buddy. We don’t want to be half asleep when they get here.” The dog would yawn as he rose onto all fours; “well if we must we must.” Barkmon would stretch his back to prepare himself for the warm up that his tamer was going to put him through.
Blake would make his way to a large rock, and would mutter, “shatter it.” The dog would look at the rock, and then back at his tamer. “What the hell do you think I am made of steel?”
He had sent out an ad to all of the major cities in the digital world looking for someone to spar with to improve his battle tactics. He had to learn from experience, and why not learn in a safer environment than learning in a war zone. Sitting on a stump in the middle of the forest he would look over at his partner who was sitting loyally at his side laying down with his head firmly resting on the soil beneath him. “I wonder if we will find any tamers who are interested in helping us improve?” The dog would look over at his partner, and would groan deeply; “No way of knowing we just have to wait, and see if anyone takes the bait.
The tamer was fueled with excitement, and rose from his seated position. Looking around the forest he would sigh; “Well I guess we might as well get warmed up buddy. We don’t want to be half asleep when they get here.” The dog would yawn as he rose onto all fours; “well if we must we must.” Barkmon would stretch his back to prepare himself for the warm up that his tamer was going to put him through.
Blake would make his way to a large rock, and would mutter, “shatter it.” The dog would look at the rock, and then back at his tamer. “What the hell do you think I am made of steel?”
