Arlen and Aericel's training

[Perseus Devoncroix]

The two newest additions to Devoncroix were the twin brothers, Arlen and Aericel. The boys only fought together, and separated they were useless. They needed to be trained separately with mentors that had similar abilities and knew how to hone them properly. They needed mentors who would teach them not only how use their abilities but how to become warriors, possibly even Elites of Devoncroix, and Cynthia knew just the women to do it. Arlen was the oldest but also the most rash. He dived into battle without thought. He was the strongest of the two brothers, but also the most vulnerable. Without a sharp mind, strength meant nothing. Aericel, the youngest, was the most cautious. He waited for perfect moments to strike, but missed out on many opportunities to end battles quickly. The boys balanced each other out, however if one of them were to be killed, the other was as good as dead.

Cynthia walked into the open fields of the training ground, two guards followed behind her silently, and behind them, Aericel. Cynthia stopped holding the strap to her backpack, turning to face the him. She took in a deep breathe. "You will meet you mentor here. You are to do exactly as she ask of you unless directed otherwise by the Alphas themselves. Be forewarned, your mentor will accept no weakness. One whine, one compliant, if you so much as show any signs of tiring it's her job to kill you. Is that understood." Aericel nodded, "Yes, Lady Cynthia." Cynthia breathed silently and she awaited patiently for the Alexis to make her prescience known so that she could be done with these introductions.

Prufalas and her Beta Alexis were the perfect candidates for the two boys, not only because their abilities matched perfectly, but they also had skills and traits the boys needed to learn from. Prufalas was deadly in battle, her mind sharp, and her body fluent in movement. She was harsh when it came to training and she only accepted the best. Arlen would realize a rude awakening if he believed greatness would come easy. Alexis was skillful and and intelligent, much like Aericel, but Alexis was well aware that no battle was without sacrifices. You can't win a battle without taking some risks, something that Aericel needed to learn. Cynthia took a deep breathe reassured by her decision. The training would be tough, but the boys showed potential, and it was about time they individualized themselves. Of course they could still work on their own combination skills, but on their own time and after they became self sufficient enough to battle individually. " The two of you will be separated during training as your already aware. You will not be allowed to help each other. You will see each other only if, or when you're dismissed for the day. I will arrange a room for you both here so you have no reason to be tardy when your mentors call upon you." Aericel nodded and wondered how his brother was doing.

 

[Perseus Devoncroix]

Arlen nodded his head to Prufalas feeling a different type of loyalty to her then just as a superior. He followed the elites and went hunting. On his way over to the hunting grounds his senses were becoming sharper then before. As his senses sharpened his emotions dulled. His energy connection with his brother became hazy to both of them and eventually Arlen cut his brother off completely. He needed to adjust himself to his own body before adjust his energy to his brothers. The elites embraced their passion running off to feast. Arlen shifted into his natural form and sped off, the world around him seemed to spin , but running felt natural for him so he continued on.

As Aericel waited for Alexis in a different part of the training grounds he sat on the ground and began to wonder how his brother was doing. The connection to his brother turned foggy and then was cut off causing a sharp pain in Aericel's mind then leaving a brief headache. He winced, but refrained from complaining about it. He became worried. What just happened? Their energy was cut off from each other, but that pain was something new to Aericel.

All of sudden the scent of fresh deer caught Arlen's interest and without thinking he lunged with ferocious speed and precise strikes. He ripped the throat out of the animal and watched as it's pool of blood stained the floor. He decided to offer this one to Prufalas. He left to come back for it later, running after the rest of the herd striking down three more the deer. He consumed two of them and was satisfied. He gazed at the forest ahead of him and it seemed to move. He shook it off and dragged the two other dear back to the training grounds for Prufalas. His legs were little shaky but he managed. This was the type of respect a Beta would show to his Alpha, a warrior to his leader, a son to his mother. The type of loyalty that now resided in Arlen could only be described as such.