Timestamp 43rd of Spring 514 AV
Heavy boots slammed into the ground, muscular arms swayed back and forth, as fingers held tightly to a pole that glistened faintly in the evening light. Grass hissed as it was plowed over and branches snapped from collisions of a strong force that passed through the,. An animal dipped and swayed through the forest, one so quick and nimble that it made the fumbling hunter behind it work harder and harder just to keep sight of it, when in truth, he didn't stand a chance of catching it.
Mamoru raced through the forest, dressed in his armored vest and simple black pants and boots. In one hand he held his weapon of choice, the Naginata. He raced on, panting heavily, and slinging his arms and legs as fast as he could get them to move. The dear dipped and swayed easily through the trees and Mamoru slipped past some while briefly bumping into others as he tried his best to keep up. But soon he gave out of breath, but it didn't matter as the dear was long gone by this time anyway. The trickster dropped to his knees, stabbing the butt of his weapon into the ground as he gave an angry grunt of frustration.
He was hungry, so very hungry, but then that was always the case. Mamoru still had rations left over to eat, but they were dried and had very little flavor. They were also rations and what he wanted was a full meal. This, however wasn't working, not at all. He had tried once to hunt in the jungle and had failed horribly at that as well. Now here in the forest he was just as good at failing as he had been in the jungle wilds. These creatures were so very fast, and he was so very slow. Why, even in his morphed form he wasn't a match for..anything really.
He was just a weak, little Dhani stuck in a world filled with powerful beings that he could never hope to take on. Friends in high places was a wonderful thing to have and could make a man, almost invincible. Mamoru knew this, but sadly he wasn't skilled in politics or ass kissing enough to make that leap into the realm of super powers. Still panting on his knees, the Dhani released his weapon and fell flat on his back. His yellow-green eyes started upward into the oddly colored evening sky and he sighed openly.
Heavy boots slammed into the ground, muscular arms swayed back and forth, as fingers held tightly to a pole that glistened faintly in the evening light. Grass hissed as it was plowed over and branches snapped from collisions of a strong force that passed through the,. An animal dipped and swayed through the forest, one so quick and nimble that it made the fumbling hunter behind it work harder and harder just to keep sight of it, when in truth, he didn't stand a chance of catching it.
Mamoru raced through the forest, dressed in his armored vest and simple black pants and boots. In one hand he held his weapon of choice, the Naginata. He raced on, panting heavily, and slinging his arms and legs as fast as he could get them to move. The dear dipped and swayed easily through the trees and Mamoru slipped past some while briefly bumping into others as he tried his best to keep up. But soon he gave out of breath, but it didn't matter as the dear was long gone by this time anyway. The trickster dropped to his knees, stabbing the butt of his weapon into the ground as he gave an angry grunt of frustration.
He was hungry, so very hungry, but then that was always the case. Mamoru still had rations left over to eat, but they were dried and had very little flavor. They were also rations and what he wanted was a full meal. This, however wasn't working, not at all. He had tried once to hunt in the jungle and had failed horribly at that as well. Now here in the forest he was just as good at failing as he had been in the jungle wilds. These creatures were so very fast, and he was so very slow. Why, even in his morphed form he wasn't a match for..anything really.
He was just a weak, little Dhani stuck in a world filled with powerful beings that he could never hope to take on. Friends in high places was a wonderful thing to have and could make a man, almost invincible. Mamoru knew this, but sadly he wasn't skilled in politics or ass kissing enough to make that leap into the realm of super powers. Still panting on his knees, the Dhani released his weapon and fell flat on his back. His yellow-green eyes started upward into the oddly colored evening sky and he sighed openly.
