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Date: May 19th, 2012Setting: Evan'ule's Reserve Time: Afternoon Character Form: Optime |
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The rain on his back was a cold distraction in this time of pain. An obsidian body pushed into a clear field and looked agitatedly up at the heavens from under his brow. A distraction he didn’t exactly welcome. The pain he felt wasn’t whole emotional. He was mostly at peace with his current situation. Every breath caused him physical and intense discomfort. So much of it filled him that the pain tolerant and combat hardened body had taken to a slightly hunched forward stance, cradling his wounded frame with his left arm. Now the weather had his dark coat the few newly added trophies about his regular straps and sheaths completely drenched. Had the recent days not been joyful, his mood would have been soured.
As it was, the low rumbles of thunder and cold rain were not a terrible displeasure. It was definitely not as bad as the sound of breaking bone. This still echoed clearly from his last attempt at shifting. Only a day or two before hand, the Alaskan had decided to go from his halfing form to this bipedal one in the favor of training his balance. Since scouting the land and dealing with its members, his training had fallen by the wayside. Perhaps he should have taken the painful cues to avoid the straining act of shifting on injured bone, but he had gritted his teeth through it more than once before. It must have been those other shifts that weakened him to the point of fracturing his ribs. Luckily he had been alone during the incident so no one had seen him writhe in pain or heard his unchecked whines.
He was out now trying to test this new injury today. Those had been his plans. But the pain was a constant reminder of his limitations. And the cold was just another deterrent from pushing himself. The optime would just keep looking until he found the right place…
Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.
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