Kazi
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Post by Kazi on Jun 5, 2009 0:38:55 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kazumichi's eyes widened suddenly, his eyes diverting to the tree line. Okay, so where was the coyote? The wolf? Kazi's body tensed notably as he watched carefully. He wasn't sure what he'd do if the presumed animal appeared, but hey, at least he was alert and at least he knew that he was less alone than he would be had it been midnight opposed to just after one thirty - his watch said so, and he'd eaten lunch just before coming out here.
At any rate, he wasn't thinking about the others. He was focused on paying attention, and on being alert enough to feel the pressure on his back with great alarm. His back was impaled with small, needle-like objects. Ah-oh. He moved forward immediately, which caused him to tumble forward as a cry of shock pierced the somewhat silent forest. Falling and making noise obviously didn't help. So, he closed his eyes tightly hoping that the animal wouldn't eat him. Silence, as he prepared to be attacked.
"Boo."Raiju meowed coyly.
Boo? Kazi opened one of his eyes, tilting his head slightly so he could look up at the stranger. Oh. That rascal!- well, he'd take his chances with the devious kitten opposed to a wild animal any day. The kitten hoped down, swaying it's tail playfully as he watched Kazumichi carefully. Kazi grinned, sitting up to face the kitten. Once he was up, it was safe to alert the kitten to his intentions.
"Raiju!"Kazi scolded playfully. The kitten meowed again, this time just a meow and not a word, before attempting to dart off in the opposite direction; to no avail. Kazi had him all to quickly. Once he had hold of Raiju, he held him close to his chest with one hand, stroking his fur to rid it of dirt with the other.
"Rai, Rai. You're silly, monster."Kazi giggled to the kitten. The kitten purred, resting against Kazi's chest contently.
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Post by boy on Jun 16, 2009 20:05:19 GMT -5
Huff. Gaaaaaasp. Huff. Gaaaaaasp. And so on and so forth.
The burly figure dodged through the trees with long strides, quick but not notably fast. Dead leaves and innocent twigs snapped and crunched beneath the weight of the black boots, jumping frantically into the air in the trespasser's wake. The forest was quiet on the outside but bustling with life beneath the debris and high in the branches of the trees. It was evening, not yet dark, the sky was still cooling from the sun's glare.
Warren kept to a relatively straight path, only shifting his footing here and there to avoid trees. Small stumps were taken care of by a forceful toe, sending roots and dirt sprawling. Sure, every now and then he'd come across a particularly grumpy stump, at which point he'd grant himself a break that included not only catching his breath but doubling over to rip the ground apart with his hands.
If anyone had been watching they would say he was mad. A ball thrown not far from its target.
In actuality, Warren was exercising. There was probably an entire facility dedicated to the sport, but why coop yourself up in a foggy room with a bunch of sweaty hormonal teens when the wild was just a jog away?
And then there was that other unmentionable thing that required practice as well, something War did his best to coop up in himself. Every now and then it had to be let out, however, and what better place to do it than in a remote forest?
And before you ladies out there squeal and lean closer to your computer screen thinking you'll get to read something dirty...no, it's not that. He needs to...right, well, you'll see. Back to the subject...
Warren was jogging. He wore a black wifebeater and red basketball shorts along with black basketball shoes--which were so big that they might as well have been boots--and carried an axe. His face already ran with fat droplets of sweat which would have matted down his hair if not for the fact that he frequently raked his fingers through; instead he looked like he'd spiked it up.
Running was a form of sweet-sweet liberation. The motion was repetitive and the sound of his breath was the loudest thing i his ears. He didn't have to hear another sound, and it was okay. Perfectly...
Warren stopped. The distinct cackle of giggling danced by his ears, spoiling his lack of expression by making him frown. Five stealthy strides to the left and stepping around a large bush displayed a little Asian kid and a cat.
War grunted and heaved the axe from the left shoulder to the right. His stance was far from friendly, his large figure caught the shadows, and his blue eyes narrowed into a glare.
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