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OOC: Making Mature just in case. The Kata Hotaru is performing.
Hotaru woke up feeling that nothing was right with the world. She felt antsy, almost itchy. Not matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't sit still. It was like someone had lit a fire inside of her and it wouldn't die no matter how hard she tried. The grey wolf paced back and forth impatiently inside her house as she attempted to focus on the tasks that she needed to accomplish that day. Fawkes had left to hunt for Kelia earlier that morning, so Hotaru didn't need to worry about that. However, Hotaru had a few projects to finish or start and some touch up to do around her house.
Depiste the grey female's best efforts; she just couldn't settle down long enough to actually get anything done. By mid day, Hotaru was about ready to scream. Finally, the female gave up on trying to do anything productive. Hotaru turned and strode into her woodworking room. There she grabbed a staff, one that was less decorated and more sturdy than her usual pick. The staff Hotaru grabbed wasn't to aid her, it was a tool designed for fighting. Without another word, the blind female left her house and quickly made her way through Thornbury. She had no desire to be seen in her current state of mind. It had been nearly a year since her last heat cycle, an unusual occurrence for the female. Hotaru had started to believe that her injury had made her sterile somehow, but her current state had completely disproven that hypothesis.
With her mind clouded by strange thoughts and an unnecessary unease the young feme turned to an old source of discipline; staff training. It had been over a year since she had last handled a staff with the intent to fight, and Hotaru wondered if she would even remember the routines. After a short walk through the forest, the blind female arrived at the sea. She inhaled the wet, salty scent of the ocean; savoring its unique flavor. A soft breeze caressed her summer coat and softly touched her cheek. A shiver went down the female's spine and she ferociously shook her head. Hotaru strode a few more steps and checked the immediate area with her staff. Once assured that beach was clear of anything to hinder her practice, Hotaru took her beginning stance.
She moved slowly at first, her legs wobbled slightly as she moved through the different poses. Her staff cut through the wind and her unease began to abate. After a minute, her body started to remember to forms and her speed increased slowly until she was moving at a decent speed. Each pose was executed well, although not to the same degree that she could once move. Her lithe body moved easily to her commands, although her balance was not as good and her long legs trembled a little as she switched her stance. Although the fire wasn't' gone, Hotaru was confident that she was in control again.
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