Word Count :: 532 Points::5 OOC:: Back dated to Dec.30th Mido is wearing his black cargo pants and his kamas are silver with few chain links dangling from them.
It hadn’t been long since the Dasa had found his real weapon of preference; the Kamas he picked up in Halifax just delighted him, giving him new and unrivaled vigor. Since he had returned from that trip to Halifax he trained day in and day out with his new weapon. They were crafted very strong by whoever made them; they were dense, very mobile, and pretty light weight in comparison to swords and staffs. He was getting very comfortable with them, allowing him a very large variety of movement, they enabled him to do kicks and free up his hands for punches. To him there just wasn’t another weapon like them. Mido’s mind had gotten carried away, providing him with some new and interesting possibilities and ideas for training, most of them involving other members from Anathema. His most recent thought was teaching himself to guard against long ranged throwing weapons and projectiles. This led him to the notion of going to harass Aeron for some one on one assistance. Whether she was a warrior by occupation or not, she had experience with throwing weapons and he knew this for a fact. In his days of boredom when everybody seemed to be busy off doing something or other, he poked around the dens. He had taken a peek into the copper woman’s home before she had vacated the caves for the outside unbeknownst to her.
Unsure of exactly where she moved to he asked those around him. No one seemed to be able to tell him her exact location either, but one individual had mentioned the possibility of her living somewhere in Musquodoboit Valley. Now at least he had a place to start looking for her, all he needed to do was go around yelling her name; she would eventually have to answer him, probably out of irritation. Having left the darkness of the caves he headed toward the possible location of Aeron’s new home in hopes of finding her. As he walked the Kamas hanging out of the back of his pants would clink together, he recalled that the abandoned sawmill was also in this direction too. Continuing on he passed through the growth, over the so called river that was more like a brook or stream was a downed tree that he used to cross it. Looking all around him he really didn’t see a place that was inhabitable, especially in the more recently cold nights, unless she had been staying in the saw mill, but that didn’t make any sense to the male. Hey Aeron! The male hollered out to her unsure if she would answer or not. The air now absent of his voice carried no response back or any sign of other canines. Unless she had left Anathema for some reason she had to be around somewhere. He really didn’t want to go anywhere else to look for her, he kind of wished that the woman would magically appear in front of him so he could do some training with her. Mido grew irritated, not with the woman, just with his dwindling patience. Aeron where are you! His voice boomed into the seemingly empty nature around him.
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