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The unassuming den of the Constrictor Dhani, it is truly a pit of snakes. Travelers should take care, because the Dhani are always hungry... [Lore]

Hit Me if You Can (Zoszem)

Postby Tinnok on February 25th, 2015, 3:14 am

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Hit Me if You Can
30th of Fall, 514 A.V.


It was hard for Tinnok to tell what time was before dawn, or after it, or even close to it within the darkness of Zinrah, and the glowstones Tsuya had brought into their strange little cave hadn't helped overly much. Regardless, she woke with bleary eyes and yawns constantly peppering her lips, and saw that to be a good sign, making her way slowly up the tunnel system to find the Training Gallery that she had come to familiarize herself with. Though at first it seemed little more than a large cave where Dhani would sometimes organize themselves, the stones created to act like a forest (without the convenient branches) had helped with her acrobatics training somewhat, making her test her balance on new surfaces. She also found the Dhani wonderful sparring partners, though if she was ever caught in their coils the fight was basically over. She was trying to learn ways to get around that, however.

This early in the morning Tinnok found that few Dhani were awake. Those that could afford it loved their rest, and relaxing, and lounging around whenever she could, which she found more than a little strange having been raised with Myrians, who rarely ever stopped to enjoy themselves.

Regardless she wasn't particularly interested in company immediately and sat down for stretches, fingers reaching past her toes to touch the somewhat damp stones below her, pushing her torso and shoulders forward until the strain made her grit her teeth, muscles burning. She then held this position for 3 ticks before releasing it, and did similar maneuvers, though generally a bit more relaxed with the rest of her stretches, eventually moving to her feet, slowly limbering up, the yawns slowly fading.

Next she faced the stone 'trees' in the corner of the chamber and kicked one foot back, bent her knees and ran at a full tilt sprint towards them. When she reached two that were the proper distant apart and rather in line with herself she leapt off the ground, attempting to angle her feet to press against each rock and hold her body aloft between them. This was her new trick she was working on, and it was progressing with mixed results. At first she was met with a bit of pain, her calloused feet still not used to the sometimes sharper protrusions of rock they were faced with compared to bark or soft soil. She groaned, pressing her muscles tighter despite the pain, and then her left foot slipped. A curse tumbled out of her mouth as her whole body slid quite swiftly, face first into the floor.

"Stupid." She muttered in thickly accented common, thent he half breed picked herself up, brushed off the loose cotton hanging off her chest and legs, and slowly walked back to try the maneuver again.

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Hit Me if You Can (Zoszem)

Postby Zoszem on February 26th, 2015, 11:26 am

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