Fri Jul 10, 2015 8:25 pm by Merisa
He made his way slowly through the empty streets. Carefully placed and graceful steps landed silently on the paved roads. Tonight, he wore no shirt, letting the cool kiss of the late night air caress his skin. His long strawberry blond hair flowed with the wind, occasionally tickling the small of his back. On each hip he carried a nightstick like weapon, a tomfa. His emerald eyes seemed eerily bright in the darkness. A slight smile was curled on his lips, a smile of rememberance. His loose white pants hung a tamed until his shins, where there were metalic shin guards that strapped to the back of his calves and the bottom of his bare feet. He made his way back to the Dojo, the Limitless Studio of Tactical Combat. Strapped to his back by a chain was, what seemed to be an impossible to carry amount of chopped wood. He carried no axe, which made this even more of a curious sight. Stopping just infront of his new home, he drops the load of wood just at the walkway. He walked a few more feet to the edge of the bridge that seperated the rest of this new section from the old. That ominous fog, continued to creep by and a perilous rate. He stood just off the bridge, those emerald eyes scanning it, contemplating. He turned around, and walked back. Effortlessly scooping up the half trees he carried. He walked to the entrance laying his lumber back down. He began to collect his tools, mostly hand tools and went to work shaping the wood into new windows. No glass, he liked to hear, see and smell anything approaching his sacred plot. He had done a ton of work since his arrival only two days ago, but once one task was finished there was a hundred to do. He would work diligently through the night. As hard as he worked, it was no wonder why he always seemed to be eating. A glimpse would show him with a stalk of thickly cut jerky hanging from his mouth, chewing on it. A glimpse away and back he would be eating a candy bar or a bag of chips. This hunger could be attributed to his sheer size, since he stood 6'8" tall and he weighed easily 300 lbs or more. Not an ounce of fat graced his structure, his muscles were bulging and toned to near perfection. Not one muscle was neglected in his vigorous rhoutine. While doing this tedious work, he would attach weights on his legs, waist, wrists, and back. The weights ranged from 50 lbs to 150lbs. Its seemed a bit much, but he made it look easy. His movements were not hindered by the added weight nor was his speed and accuracy. If a board needed cut down to size, he would simple palm strike it to the eaxact size he needed. His eyes were his only measuring tool, his hands the saw or hammer. After many hours of tirelessly working, he would finally strip off the weights and walk to a little clearing near the right, frontern area of his Dojo. A hammock hung between two trees, he would lay down in it. The trees groaned in protest against his weight, but held strong. Folding his arms behind his head, those emerald eyes reaching far into the growing morning sky, he let out a sigh. Always aware of of his surroundings, he relaxed, being sure to not be caught off guard.
Caislin Hallows
