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[html] ooc;; 08.12.10 forests around the caves
Anathema had officially been created yesterday and Theodore Stone had spent his first night in a cave. It was uncomfortable and cramped and his back ached from the hard and bumpy ground he had lain on for a few short hours in the night. He had made up his mind this morning to find a comfier den in the underground cave system or else make a den outside of the tunnels. He would need to find something more comfortable to sleep on than the floor, but this morning would not be spent dwelling on how uncomfortable his nights sleep had been. He needed to stretch out the kinks in his back, but he also needed to start training again. He had a pack to protect and he wasn't going to do that unpractised.
Muscles rippled as he emerged from one of the two large entrances to the Anathema tunnels. Winter was just beginning to pick up and the ground was covered in snow. Teddy remembered last winter when he'd set off on his own adventure. He nearly hadnt made it due to a frozen river that had been unable to take his weight. Dying by water was surely one of the worst ways to go. Hardened mind flitted the memory away, telling himself that he was here now and he shouldnt be bothered about what had happened to him. Cerulean eyes glinted in the weak sun that was trying to hard to break through the fog that had encompassed the Halycon Mountains during the night. It wasnt working that well. A brisk wind played with his fur and the thin white stripe on his forehead creased as he frowned. Those sparkling eyes spotted the small woodland they had claimed not too far away from the stretch of open meadow that lead up to the tunnel entrances.
Teddy trotted eagerly down the slope, back stretching out as he stopped and pushed his head back whilst stretching his back. Once he was done, he shifted into his optime form and quickly threw on the clothes he had bought with him- a pair of loose fitting black trousers and his knife belt. He wore nothing on his top half, preferring to keep his torso bare when training. He seemed to melt into the trees at that point and he used a technique he had taught himself many times over- seeing the trees themselves as enemies. He began to slash and twirl in an exotic dance, feeling his muscles begin to strain as he worked his way throw the army of trees, training to be the protector he had always been.
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