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Senga flinched at the sudden yelling from the other side of Nergui. Wasn't Death supposed to be the quieter of the Clans? "Good evening to you too." He rumbled dryly, turning to stare flatly over the top of the priestesses head at Thrain. He wasn't unaware of the damage the woman had sustained, but in War, wounds were worn with pride and a fair bit of potential irritation if fun was poked at them. It wasn't his place to intervene.

He shook his head, the pelt slipping forward to cover more of his face, as though he'd rather hide himself from the view of everyone else if he could manage it. He still was entirely sure why he was here, after all. Sighing, he stretched his wing and smacked the Death Horseman over the head with it.

Grumpy wolf was grumpy as usual.

Say hello to your new fluffy puppy, Thrain.

Mmur liked War horsemen. They were no members of Famine... obviously, but they knew the importance of defending their people and stabbing things and having really excellent mounts. And wings. Wings were delightful as well.

The first thing he saw when he entered the clearing was a bristling member of his own clan, followed by that charming little rotting boil from the class with the killer books. They seemed to be having some sort of stand-off, or crouch/sit-off really. He supposed it was none of his business.

He inclined his head in Thera's direction, curious about this new technique she had promised to teach, then took a seat well away from Efflo. The student might have been a perfectly pleasant colt, but if he was causing trouble with scavengers, Mmur wanted no part of it.

A new technique to learn? Shaheen was there, ready to be taught by Thera, and idly wondering what it was that the weapon's master could teach her that she didn't already know. Her parents had taught her much, her mentors had taught her more, but Thera was one which she had not had the pleasure to study under in her time achieving promotion from warrior to chieftain.

Well, today that was going to change. She was determined to be a part of this class, and to take it with the utmost seriousness that it most assuredly deserved. Arms crossed, she stood off to one side and awaited for class to begin.

Thera stared at the ponies. Stared long and hard. "FILLIES! COLTS!" She yelled out at them. "FOALS, ALL OF YOU!" She stared especially hard at Efflo. Super foal. "TODAY I WILL TEACH YOU A TECHNIQUE THAT WILL HELP YOU GROW INTO TRUE HORSEMEN. HORSMEN THE CLANS CAN BE PROUD OF." Her voice carried, echoing in the foliage and sending a few small animals running... mostly as she was yelling. Her fox fire had begun to make small yips after each things she said, as if translating into minipet.

"Today I will teach you the art, the form... of pinging." She flew over to Shikoba, apparently, using him as an example. "Say you meet a fine specimen of true potential, a creature that you with to interact with but find yourself not quite wishing to touch. As, let us face it." She gave the horseman a pat on the head.
"Not everyone wants to have to touch humans all the time. They can smell bad, be unclean, unruly, awkward- just.. gross. Not worth dulling your blade on or even sticking it in them really. But you need them for FEAR. "

Moving through the crowd she looked at Efflo- Who would feel a very sharp slap to his butt, almost like someone hit his rear with a riding crop.

"True Pinging is how we can touch and incite anger in others, or-" The next, the student would feel a phantom like touch, patting his head gently- "comfort them. It takes a great deal of focus without the proper training, and is highly limited. The ability to do so takes skill, and not all posses the skill... so for now I will teach your young minds the first step."

The foxfire barked, tail wagging.

"Pinging location. You will be deprived of your senses, and must sense others with your FEAR. Some of you might have done this before, others less so- but once mastered, you will have the ability to sense the part of anatomy you with to locate easily."

She smiled. "First things first." A small bag untied from her hip she handed it off to Mmur. "Take one bean and please wait to eat it. Once you do, Your sight, smell, and hearing will be locked for you for the next few minutes. In that time, I want you to focus on one thing and one thing only."

Thera looked dead serious. "Flanks, that is, a rear end, yes, I want you to think about butts." She stared at all of them, daring them to giggle. "It's a part of anatomy people don't like touched, it's also a large target that many have various strong emotions attached to. Focus on it, and then... try to feel for it with your FEAR. Focus your FEAR not on touching, but rather sensing, feeling without touching. After a while the beans will wear off and it will get easier but... try to locate your butt before then. And for the love of all things, don't reach out trying to physically touch someone because you really just might miss said target and things can get out of hand alright.

If you feel.. awkward to try something as obvious as an a** just focus on the foxfire. If you miss, chances are you molest Senga but then he's fluffy enough we shouldn't have to worry. Now eat up my foals yo ho. It's time to find the booty."

Efflo let out an unhappy squeal, jumping up from his position and cradling his rear. He glanced around frantically, at first worried, then slowly turning rosy as the embarrassment of standing in front of a bunch of horsemen while holding his hindquarters set in.

He hurriedly sat back down, avoiding looking at anywhere but the ground while he listened to the rest of Thera’s instructions and waited for the bag of beans to be passed his way. Embarrassed or not, he was still determined to prove himself.