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 Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 10:13 pm
 General InfoName: Tanryoku Birthdate: 11/14/04 Gender: Male Species: Dire Wolf Guardian: Vashtya This journal belongs to Vashtya and Tanryoku, and should not be posted in by anyone other than the above and Boundless staff unless otherwise specified by the Guardian. Curious about the Boundless? Visit us here. We won't bite. Really.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:51 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:53 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:54 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:57 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 1:05 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 1:11 am
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 1:58 am
Tanryoku ran his arm across his forehead, wiping a few stray droplets of sweat from his brow. Bracing his woodeh sword across his shoulders, he leaned back against an old tree, recovering his energy after the gruelling series of excercises he'd just been engaged in. In a few moments, he'd start again, but for now, he was content to just listen to the world around him.
The time he took each day to go through his excercises and training were rare, treasured moments of silence--he adored his guardian, make no mistake, but for all that he'd learned some of Vashtya's easy social grace, he still prefered his solitude, far happier to be meditating in an undisurbed meadow than to interact with most people.
As he began to notice his muscles cooling, the dire wolf got to his feet, stretching out his back, every movement methodical, and graceful in its utter lack of wasted movement. As he moved through the nearly dancelike steps that made up his practice, his mind began to clear, as he pondered the verdant leaves of the trees around him, as well as the new buds that were beginning to sprout as spring was coming into full swing.
Finally, some time later, he sank into a cross-legged position, the gleam of sweat clinging to his furred body as he began to breathe deeply, laying his wooden blade across his knees as he controlled his breathing, every muscle in his body relaxing into the familiar lull of meditation...
((I really, really need to get to work on poor Ryo. XD;; ))
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