04-30-2012, 05:40 PM
Enzo needs to meet more people, like 2 or 3 possibly? Preferably people Lorenzo doesn't know
The day had passed by in an almost lazy haze, despite his earlier determination that he was going to hunt, sometime during the morning that desire had abated and instead the dusty colored male found himself not trawling Casa's lush forest but running through his stances inside the sparring ring he had built with Juliet and Hadley on Jazper's orders. The Fort loomed tall over him, throwing shadows across him and blocking out most of the sun's warmth. He didn't mind though, it helped keep him cool as he flowed from one stance to the next with unwavering effortless. He could keep up this steady rhythm for hours if he wanted to.
It was strenuous enough to leave him panting slightly, tongue lolling from his mouth as he moved. He didn't have to think of which form to flow to next because his body knew the moves so well it was an unconscious thing. His mind was peaceful and serene using the focus of the exercises to repel all thoughts and feelings and trying to reach a perfect balance. But what would anyone expect, he had been trained by Jazper, and was the result of generations of selective breeding, the product of skill and wisdom. He was not arrogant about the fact though, he was not the only child of Jazper and shared his strength with his siblings, even small Fia held fire within her veins and a warrior's passion in her heart, it was the way they had been bred, to preserve and protect the innocent and weak.
The day had passed by in an almost lazy haze, despite his earlier determination that he was going to hunt, sometime during the morning that desire had abated and instead the dusty colored male found himself not trawling Casa's lush forest but running through his stances inside the sparring ring he had built with Juliet and Hadley on Jazper's orders. The Fort loomed tall over him, throwing shadows across him and blocking out most of the sun's warmth. He didn't mind though, it helped keep him cool as he flowed from one stance to the next with unwavering effortless. He could keep up this steady rhythm for hours if he wanted to.
It was strenuous enough to leave him panting slightly, tongue lolling from his mouth as he moved. He didn't have to think of which form to flow to next because his body knew the moves so well it was an unconscious thing. His mind was peaceful and serene using the focus of the exercises to repel all thoughts and feelings and trying to reach a perfect balance. But what would anyone expect, he had been trained by Jazper, and was the result of generations of selective breeding, the product of skill and wisdom. He was not arrogant about the fact though, he was not the only child of Jazper and shared his strength with his siblings, even small Fia held fire within her veins and a warrior's passion in her heart, it was the way they had been bred, to preserve and protect the innocent and weak.