up on melancholy hill, there is a plastic dream.

Alessandra Von Sin · 06-05-2012, 01:44 AM

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ooc; sorry for taking so long to put this up. :3 this is in the morning before it gets warm aand in a pocket of trees away from the ruins.

The morning was crisp and clear, the salt off of the ocean staining the chilly morning air. This was the time most Luperci were sleeping, waiting until the day had warmed up before coming out of their sleeping furs. Not Alessandra. This was prime training time, and she was making the most out of her mornings. Quietly the birds of Salsola started to stir, to sing out their good mornings in low speech to fellow avians, and this jovial morning song floated from the trees into the waiting ears of Alessandra. A rare smile floated across her maw as she walked briskly to a little pocket of trees away from her sleeping quarters, nothing more then a shallow den at the moment. She slipped through the thick trunks into the middle of the clearing and turned a 360 degree turn, her eyes soaking up the details in the worn and aged trunks that surrounded her. This suited the female perfectly, and so she tossed her black cloak lined with white rabbit fur on the ground a ways away from her so that it wouldn't get in the way. Her skull, as always, adorned on top of her head, but it was easier to train without having blind spots.

Gently she removed the vessel from her head and shook out her long white hair, placing it near her cloak. As one final preparation she grabbed a strip of leather and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, brushing her bangs to the side as she shook out her fur to get in the swing of training. First she began stretching out her muscles, pulling her arms this way and that and moving into strange positions to relax her tense muscles, she didn't want to injure herself without even fighting, did she? After all was said and done she began moving across the spongy ground, practicing her punches and kicks against the powerful trunks of the trees. Some skin was removed and she grit her teeth against the annoying pain that came as she struck the trunks, but without some pain there was no way to improve, right? Though skilled as a weapons master, she still had lots to learn with hand to hand combat though she had enough skill to be able to defend herself. Over and over again she hit the tree, aiming to make her punches straighter, stronger, to be able to leave dents in the wet, soft wood.

Her kicks followed, one leg after the other. Dully a pain started in her shins, and she brushed away the bits of wood and debri away from the flushed skin before going at it with her fists again, her grunts now mixing with the birds in the mornings noises. She raised her leg a final time and kicked the tree with all her strength, the force of the kick sending vibrations up the tree and the growl that followed sent the birds that were sitting in the branches into the sky, singing their displeasure at the whole ordeal. Sighing she walked away from the tree and to the middle of the clearing, appraising the trees with her hands on her hips, trying to figure out what to do next.

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