10-14-2011, 02:17 PM
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The sounds of wood against wood echoed through the thicket near the mansion. Anyone interested would see Carrion, striking a log with a stick, practising his form. He was using an old staff wth a nail tied to the end to serve as a spearhead, and the log was an old rotten one that had stood there for as long as anyone could remember. He would strike the log, step back, panting, then strike it again. If anyone got close enough they'd hear him counting off numbers as he struck. Twenty four... twenty five... twenty six...
His form was good, it needed no improving, and the holes and gashes he was making in the old, rotting tree were wide and deep, showing his strength wasn't lacking either. He sat down on his fur mat and dug in his bag for a moment, taking out a rabbit skin that smelled of grilled meat, unwrapping a large chunk of cooked meat and taking a bite out of it. An old glass vodka bottle was produced as well, and he took a swig.
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[My typing time was cut short, but hopefully this will help start things off?]
The sounds of wood against wood echoed through the thicket near the mansion. Anyone interested would see Carrion, striking a log with a stick, practising his form. He was using an old staff wth a nail tied to the end to serve as a spearhead, and the log was an old rotten one that had stood there for as long as anyone could remember. He would strike the log, step back, panting, then strike it again. If anyone got close enough they'd hear him counting off numbers as he struck. Twenty four... twenty five... twenty six...
His form was good, it needed no improving, and the holes and gashes he was making in the old, rotting tree were wide and deep, showing his strength wasn't lacking either. He sat down on his fur mat and dug in his bag for a moment, taking out a rabbit skin that smelled of grilled meat, unwrapping a large chunk of cooked meat and taking a bite out of it. An old glass vodka bottle was produced as well, and he took a swig.
LIBRI EDIT
lease remember to use the mature template for mature topics. Also, the [M] goes at the front of the title. Please review our mature topic procedures. Thanks!