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[Trevize]

56th of Fall, 515 AV
Mid-morning

A shrill cry pierced the Sea of Grass.

Trevize turned, blood spraying from a fresh cut across his cheek. He was wild-eyed, breathe coming out in heavy pants. The sunlight was waning, skies getting darker with every passing second. His inner eyelid quickly swept across his eyes, giving him much needed infra-vision: he needed to see it. The Glassbeak. It had killed his brothers in arms only minutes earlier, and gravely wounded Trevize. He couldn't feel his right leg while his abdomen was bleeding heavily. He was only still up because of Flux, and that was taking a crazy toll on his battered body....

He turned back around and kept limping. Moving as fast as he could towards home. He could see the fires of night, could almost hear the people. How glorious a sight. If only he could make it.

Another scream caused him to turn back suddenly and he tripped over a hidden rock, a fresh wave of pain causing him to cry out in agony. He painstakingly turned over onto his back, chest heaving as he moved his hand from his stomach: his armor was damp with blood, palm a deep crimson. He attempted to sit up, a bit too soon. He coughed up blood raggedly, throat burning. If only he had some water.

A least scream, and he saw it. The Glassbeak. It was the oldest, meanest one that the small group of young Akalak could find. To strong for them. It cocked it's head at him, before swiftly running over. Silent.

Trevize looked up into it's eyes and saw his death.

Giving a strangled cry, the young Akalak's eyes flew open and he bolted forward into a seated position.

He looked around wildly, taking a moment to calm his heavy breathe and remember where he was at. He was at home, in his comfortable room in the Coral Apartments at Riverfall. He sighed, visibly relaxing before falling back, hitting his head on the headboard with a loud bang. Yelping, he sat up again, rubbing his head.

"Morning, brother. Hit your head, did you," Daklore commented smugly, as if forgetting the dream the Twins had shared all together. Trevize snorted, filing it away as well. It wouldn't do well to dwell on such subjects....

Trevize slipped from his bed, leaving his bed unmade. He walked swiftly and silently to his living room, opening his front door and looking down his hallway: something that became a daily routine for some reason or other. Trevize nor Daklore could explain why it had. It just did.

Closing his door, he moved back into his room, looking out of the window. His window was positioned perfectly for him to look out at the road, which was a good thing and a bad one, both. He could easily check out what's happening, but it was occasionally really loud, to the point where he couldn't sleep at night.

Greeting a red-skinned Akalak that happened to look up at him with a smile, Trevize retreated, stretching his arms across his chest. He fell forward, arms flashing in front to catch him. He straightened his back and legs, putting his feet together as he started his morning push-ups. "One, two, three..." Trevize called aloud as he and Daklore started on a conversation about Flux and push-ups.

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"C'mon, Trevize! Let's go a round or two!" Trevize chuckled as his blue-skinned friend gave a grin, assuming his usual fighting position: some sort of stance he must've recently learned. They both knew Trevize was far better in Unarmed Combat, but his friend always seemed to want to best him.

Shrugging, Trevize eased into his own: a loose style, one arm across his chest, his other slightly to the side. He was constantly in movement, bouncing on the tips of his toes as he waited.

His friend suddenly lashed with a right-handed jab: while quite quick, it lacked any sort of aim. Trevize easily dodged it with a twist of his torso, bringing his left fist in a hook towards his opponent's side. The punch landed squarely, and Trevize looked at his friend's expression with satisfaction. The other boy retreated, leaving Trevize to slide back into his starting position.

This time, the friend brought a leg up off the of the ground, standing steadily on his right leg. Trevize struggled not to laugh, instead jumping forward and grabbing his foot. The surprised boy yelped as Trev pushed, sending him toppling to the ground. "Come on, you were taught in the same place as I. You should be on-par with me." Trevize chuckled, letting the boy hop to his feet. Once his friend moved back into his previous stance, Trevize lunged forward, bringing his right arm back to launch a quick hook at his opponent.

OOCSorry for the length!! Got carried away, lol.

[Wikus]

It was that time of the day again.

Routine had unfortunately settled in almost as much as had Wikus in this enchanting yet completely bizarre city. For once, he could say he felt somewhat comfortable waking between the tall walls and not feel imprisoned as he would any other place. Drykas didn’t have walls, nor fences, nor had limits wherever they looked, and that notion prevailed even after his ousting. Multiple winters stood before his last memories of Endrykas or the small farming community he settled in at some point in his past, instead always waking up in a tent in the middle of the vast nothingness that surrounded him outside, feeling like a child freshly born as everywhere he saw unmeasurable distance that called for his footsteps, that offered to please his curiosity and bring unfelt joy as he witnessed whatever landscapes his mind imagined. For said reason, waking up in a room trapped like an animal in a box had been harsh – or at least it was in the past.

But there was something about this city that didn’t quite made him feel that way. While the room with the small window he woke in didn’t quite reassure him of his status of freeman, whenever he stepped outside he felt completely liberated. There was nothing for him to do, and that freedom of choice only served to increase his comfort towards the city. The flowers that decorated every single house, and the love shown to every beautiful detail was astonishing – never had he seen something similar. It was a shame to have only discovered this late in his life.

Yet he wasn’t going to waste time anymore. As soon as he woke, not even the hunger that tormented his stomach could stop him from quickly jolting outside in order to begin yet another calm day amidst what he loved most – the flowers. Although somewhat starved, his gait never lost the serene pace that slowly took him down the stone lane, the cold being nothing compared to the vitality his bare feet displayed with bravery. The basket that hung from his left arm was empty, of course. The flowers collected the previous day were expended or disposed of, never allowing a flower to wither because of him. His clothes, light and simple, were loose upon his skin by design, allowing him to feel free even when wrapped around in fabric. The shirt was open, as usual, no matter how cold the fall could become – the cold was simply ignored.

Stroking his beard as he smoked his pipe, he advanced through the somewhat crowded streets, destination set on the Semele Park. It was a wonderful place for a walk in the morning, and also a place where he could begin filling his basket with flowers. The downside of it wall were the buildings that surrounded the quiet park: the training facilities. While he had nothing against fighting, sometimes the eagerness of the natives infected the street themselves. Was it so hard to take it inside, where it’s supposed to be performed? The local populace, which were identified by the ridiculous color of their flesh, was perhaps the only downside of this city. Such boars didn’t deserve a city so otherwise peaceful.

The more he approached the light-material building, the more he noticed an increase of muscle mass amongst the men – fighters slowly converging on the one site they clung to as if training was the only thing they knew. Right after the butchery, a place he had visited once out of curiosity and which he hadn’t returned, he decided to take a small break before approaching the park. Smoking was something not meant to be done as one walked, but instead was to be done while comfortable and relaxed. Walking uphill towards the park was certainly exhausting, so instead of wasting his tobacco, he approached a nearby wall in which he'd lean against.

Before him raised an colossal building, and while the design was completely horrendous, at least for his taste, the fountain in the middle of the small courtyard would serve him good as a splash of water would come in handy. The patio was somewhat busy as to be expected, yet no care was given to none that wasn’t himself. Sitting on the edge once he reached the fountain, he’d leave the pipe hanging from his mouth as he lazily puffed smoke through his nostrils.

A few yards away, a spar was undergoing between a purple and a blue, terms he used to describe the natives as he lacked a name for their kin. Grunting, he'd frown slightly as he observed the friendly fight, crossing his feet as he peered somewhat carefully, perhaps hoping to learn something. Serene and placidly he'd observe the two contestants, the purple one performing far better than his convenient enemy, although such detail was insignificant as anything could happen. Somewhat enjoying the fight - from afar - it made for good entertainment as one smoked his pipe.