[CR] Mythrill Beach! (East Side)

[Xel Ray]

Xeloro comes onto the beach without his shirt, and a pair of fairly baggy-legged pants. It's getting darker and he just seems to be getting adjusted to the area. He walks up to the edge of the water and stares blankly over the ocean. His tatoo seems to be growing brighter as the night gets darker. He lets out a sigh, "What the hell." And starts to walk out into the water, as he walks out the sand bits that seem to rift around he footprints sparkle and glow. Not used to this he feels oddly out of place, but swallows his doubts and walks out about waist high.

Small waves are lapping at his toned stomach, and the water just seems to sit there, just clinging to his skin. Over the past few months he's been noticing this strange phenominom and really starts to analyze it. As one of the waves tries to shove him over he reaches his hand into the water and grabs whatever he can. To his amazement, he pulls out a ball of water that has swirling bubbles around it. The sand dribbles out of it and leaks through his fingers. He cracks a partial smile and starts to figure out whatelse he is able to do. Right as he goes among his bussiness, he sees a strange creature in the water. Waiting in anticipation of attack, he readies his spear. He is anxious as the creature slithers through his legs, it passes without any looks of a threat, and he goes back to his water tricks.  

[Xel Ray]

After a night of training Xel wakes up...
He Grogily starts to lift his upper body up, and hears the lapping of waves in the backround. Forgetting what he did the previous night he is confused, thinking it's a dream. He opens his eyes and he see's a blury late morning. Sparkling waves adorn the horizon and Xel see's a few see birds flying overhead looking for an early morning snack. Xeloro fights his sleepiness and sits upright, legs crossed. Watching everything, but then again nothing, his mouth is open, quite wide as well. He just looks around, and slowly gets up, by proping his spear into the sand. He walks down the water's edge and wonders what this morning will hold for him, and others.  

[Xel Ray]

As the day wanes to night Xeloro feels very alone, it isn't a new feeling though. He sits on the beach with his elbows proped on his knees. His spear lies off to the side off him by about 5 feet. "Well, this is a nice beach, calm and relaxing. Still, anything can get on someones nerves after a while."
Xel just thinks about the day, the first day he spent away form the hassels of lives, the day that he finally could leave in the hands of relaxation. His mood seems better than usual. He gets up, stretches, and sits back down, watching the creamy slice of moon rise from the sea-filled horizon, and smiles. He wonders if anyone would see what he is about, then laughs to himself... "Who would want to know anything aobut the new guy, someone who hasn't said, or proved anything."  

[Xel Ray]

A new day, a new trail awaits. As he wakes up his radiant green eyes are still peering out over the ocean. As he tries to get up, his spine and neck creaks. Thats what I get for sleeping while sitting, damnit... When he is standing he slowly stretches his back and cracks his neck. As he starts to move the tatoos start to flicker, just enough to see that something is odd about them. He walks over, picks up his spear, and walks to a dry part of the beach. Once he finds a spot, he slams the spear into the sand, then starts to train. First he starts simply, doing roundhouse kicks and straight punches. Once he is warmed up, he starts doing sweeps and more gymnastic oriented moves. Such as backflips with a kick in the starting motions. After about thirty minutes of this he goes into a semi-meditation. He concentrates on his blocking, but slowly, as if boulders were tied to his arms. Every inch of moment his mucle seems to ripple to a different position. He wasn't sweating before, but know, that;s a different story. Sweat beads on his skin, then dribbles off of a point, either it be his chin, elbow, or his fingers. His tatoo seems to dully glow in the day, most likely from all the blood that is passing the ink. After he done, he walks into the ocean, after three days of abuse, his pants seem to be holding up quite well. He cools down, just floating ontop of the water, bobbing with the small waves. He starts to think. I wonder if this will turn out like home, it has the same variety in scenery, even though I only been to the water, but you can see islands and such. Hopefully my doubts of this place will prove themselves wrong. It seems kind of empty though... Or it could just be that they all have there own spots to hang out. "Well, from the looks of it, I'll never know."  

[Xel Ray]

Xel get's bored of floating on the glistening ocean. He stands up and walks over to the spear on the beach. He shakes the water off of him, his hair spikes and fluffs out. Great, now I just look like a little fuzzy puffball. He flings out his legs in attempt to dry his pant. He finally decides to give it up about a minute into it. "Ohh, whats this?" A piece of clumped wet sand is wavering light in the distance. "Hmm, lets see here." As he starts to wipe it off, the sand flakes off leaving a bead. Wow, a bead, just what I'm looking for.... He opens up the leather bag and puts the bead inside, then ties it back on. Well, time for nightly training. Xeloro starts out with his usually stretches, and goes into his regular routine of flips and different types of kicks and punches. After awhile, he starts to practice with his spear. He spins it side to side like a simple stick. It is spinning quite fast, and it's remarkable that he isn't making a mistake. His tatoos start to glow a vicious red. Most likely from all the activity that he is doing.

He starts to think. Well, look where I came to. Now I'm away from my old home, starting a new life. And it isn't so bad, even though kind of quiet... I should start to take some classes at school, maybe get to meet some new people. I wonder if they are as friendly as I hope.