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 Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:02 am
This was the last place that Aludra had expected to find himself, but at the same time, he wasn't all that surprised. For one of the first times since child stage, he was in public without a shirt on, the place happening to be the beach. A mixture of the heat, the length of time he'd been out here, and the severity of his training had sweat dripping off of him as he let the fire lapping at the air fade into nothingness. It took a bit of effort to keep from accidentally dropping the expensive hilt to the sandy ground as he let himself fall onto his butt, grumbling a bit as he pulled one knee up and leaned himself onto it, panting heavily.
It was a talent, that was something that he couldn't deny. He'd just never realized how much work it would be. Like he'd discovered when he'd first met Lissy, fire still burned him, though the effects of it had lessened as he got older. As a result, he had to use the hilt his teacher had given him as a conduit. Especially in the heat, he had to be careful that he only channeled magical energy through it or it would be too hot to hold and he would have to toss it into the water and hope it didn't get swept away before he grabbed it back.
Heaving a great sigh, he left the sword hilt on the ground to cool for a moment as he retrieved his water bottle from where he left it [beneath a small jut of rock, one of the only shady places on the beach], taking a long drink from it. Aludra had found himself a nice mostly-deserted part of the beach, and had so-far been there from early noon to early sunset, planning on being there as long as need-be; by now, people were getting even more scarce, and rarely even passed his practicing place.
Water break finished, he returned to the hilt, gritting his teeth as he imagined that magic of his sneaking in a slim, straight line up through the hilt and out the top. The first thing it did, as usual, was turn into a large flame. Pouting softly, he focused harder, sweating harder with the strain as he gave it a 'solid' base, though he still was unable to diminish the flames that licked around the solid core that he'd only recently perfected. Taking a deep breath, he pulled himself up into a starting position and once again began going through another mock battle, imagining his opponent as realistically as he possibly could.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 3:31 pm
'Zuba walked along the beach, smiling at the feeling of the warm sand swelling up between her toes, caressing her bare feet. Unlike most of the beach-goers usually seen, the spawn was fully clothed, her billowing green skirt flowing about her thin frame. With a pale brown peasant blouse, the young woman would have been the epitome of peacefulness and calmness, were it not for the claymore strapped to her back. As hard as it was to admit, 'Zuba was proud of herself. Once, the sword had been to cumbersome for her to where daily. But, she'd worked hard enough on getting used to it that now she barely felt it's weight pressed against her back.
The spawn let out a content little sigh as she spun under the heat of the summer sun. Such a perfect day! She probably would have continued dancing under the summer sun had she not noticed a familiar younger boy. A smile spread across her face as she stolled over towards the familiar form, who seemed to have a sword of his own.
"Hello, Aludra." she greeted, her soft voice almost drowned out by the lapping waves.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 1:46 pm
Aludra was not expecting company, and surely hadn't been expecting anyone whom he actually knew to suddenly appear on the beach. His eyes widened and he jumped slightly, sword dropping from his hand, the blade vanishing instantly. Taking a moment to recover, he glanced toward the familiar face and chuckled softly, his tail flicking gently behind him, still held above the surface of the sand. Running the back of his hand across his forehead, he smiled at young woman, nodding in greeting as he moved to retrieve his sword hilt from the ground.
"Hello, 'Zuba. Pleasure to see you this afternoon," he replied kindly, extending first his left hand, which he quickly traded for his right, looking rather sheepish; being left-hand dominant in a right-hand dominant society was something that he never became accustomed to, no matter how often he shook hands with people. Actually, he didn't even do that very often... Regardless, he smiled at his old friend -soon to be sister-in-law, if he guessed correctly- hand held out to be shaken. "What calls you out to the beach today, may I ask?"
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