{"sf1_id":1274599,"sf2_id":"0mvP9X41","title":"Calming Winds","author":"Skyclaw Eallec","words":355,"posted_at":"2017-12-11T10:57:00.000Z","tags":["No-Yiff","One-shot","Samurai","Skyclaw Story","Tiger"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1274599-calming-winds","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/0mvP9X41","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/36/4a/364a6b18-f2b0-4001-8abb-913a90f35735","description":"#1 of One-shots\n\nSomething small I did over on the Furry Amino app.\nLike what you saw? If you did, can you consider my Patreon? Here is the link: https://www.patreon.com/Skyclaw","content":"Yells of exertion and the splitting of wind filled the air with noise.  \n  \nA lone tiger stood atop a hill with sakura trees all around him, a katana with a worn grip in both of his paws. The surface underneath was making his paws itch, small imperfect grooves irritated his fingers.  \n  \nHis anger tried to dominate the rest of his emotions, but that leads to mistakes. Logic tried to press down on the rest, but that leads to a reduced mindset. Passion is the way, but to remain level headed.  \n  \nThat was how he was taught all of those years ago, in the dojo his father basically threw him in.  \n  \nDid all of the other swordsmen all around the world also follow these principles of combat? It would seem logical to think so, since those are core principles of combat, after all.  \n  \nCut after cut sliced through the air, the tiger envisioning himself in a duel. Cutting, parrying, dodging and resting, staring at the empty air in front of him as if his opponent was there in front of him.  \n  \nHis lungs burned from all of the exertion, like a small fire was lit inside of them. His arms ached from constantly tensing and relaxing, the surface of his paws becoming more and more calloused the more he held the grip of his katana.  \n  \nAfter the sun began to touch the horizon, the tiger felt exhausted from all of that. He sheathed the katana and knelt, placing a paw onto the dirt in front of him so that he wouldn't completely fall over.  \n  \nThe wind began to pick up, blowing from his back to his front. All of the cherry blossoms from the sakura tree behind him also blew past him, creating a scene that a few would rarely see, with the blossoms dancing across the sun and lit up in a way that was just beautiful to him.  \n  \nHe stood and walked back down the hill, taking one last look at the scene before him, cementing it into his memory and finally walking away, the cherry blossoms still being wafted towards the setting sun.  \n\n","series":{"name":"One-shots","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1293341-meditation-s-peace.json"}}