Training of the Heart

Yi TaeKyung · 05-11-2011, 09:33 PM

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OuO I may be a little rusty for a bit—bear with me!
WC: 500+

The first grey light of dawn kissed the ocean’s ebb and flow. The rhythmic susurrus of the bay’s timeless waters lapped at the thirsting shore, breaking any promise of a silent sleep. But already a soul had risen, toiling to retain prime physic and endurance to support a martial lifestyle. The soul had been a mere flotsam amidst the great body of water, and since the initiation of the swim, the soul knew not when the swim would end. The lean body of sinew carried the soul through the water, and luck was with her for the whispering waves were gentle in the dark hours of early morning. It had been when her muscles burned and ached with fatigue, when her breathing was labored, yet not harsh, that she saw the solid horizon of land in the distance. Encouraged by the promise of solid land, she had found the strength to make those final strokes that carried her to what was Whisper Beach.

She lay upon the dry sands, cooled and without the warmth of the sun. But her body, hot from her recent efforts, was thankful for those sands. White, almost glowing orbs looked up at the still foreign skies as she contemplated her recent work out. The black wolf did not know how far she had swam, only that she had swum far. All she knew was that she had departed near the boarders of some long-established pack, the scent strong and marked additionally with the skulls of those long dead. Here, upon the shores of her landing, there was only the scent of a different pack carried from a distance upon the soft breeze. And now, dawn was growing stronger, colour finally beginning to claw its way from the darkness of night. With effort, but not without grace, the Korean hybrid lifted her weary body from the sandy earth.

For now, the black fae shifted down to her natural shape. She did not know how far she would need to travel to find enough fresh water for bathing. The black fur, still damp, would be caked with salt soon, and although she was weary and essentially vulnerable, the black wolf knew that the colder climate of these lands would be equally dangerous should she allow her fur to remain salted. And so she traveled.

Too tired to fully enjoy the scenery, the martial wolf simply scouted for the scent of fresh water. She wandered throughout the day, the sun rising and warming her through the swiftly thickening trees. The lean sinew served the warrior well, carrying her despite the increasing fatigue. The white orbs reflected the dim light, illuminating in an eerie way, as a wraith’s soul might in the dark places of her homeland. As darkness descended, welcoming the black-furred hybrid into its tenebrous embrace, her search ended. She found a strange lake with a colour as unnatural as her own eyes. The black female paused momentarily to shift into the humanesque shape, observing her surroundings as she did so. Deciding that it was safe, the Korean taekwondo warrior walked into the water, her movements strangely graceful as she began to bathe.

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