obtorto collo [o]
Mar 27, 2015 18:20:31 GMT -5
Post by `Gallows on Mar 27, 2015 18:20:31 GMT -5
"You'll never be good enough! You're weak!" The words echoed in his head in the harsh voice of his elder. There was nothing for him to do than to train - to become better than his peers, and better than the elder himself. The elder stood in front of him now, he could see the greying face of the mutt before him. He would have been right once, but no longer was Imshael weak. Far from it. Hours of hours spent training, he had built himself to be stronger than he ever thought he could achieve. The bull breed mix sighed, looking around the deserted camp for signs of life. It was quiet, and there was bound to be things that he could use to exercise with. If he were lucky, he wouldn't be disturbed during these times. Imshael circled around the camp, his gaze searching until he found one of the old cabins with the words 'staff' written in some fancy font. He pushed at the door with a paw, refusing to budge, he backed up and slammed his shoulder into it with a loud thud and crash. The old lock broke, being sent into the air and landing scattered on the wooden floor. He regained his composure, sniffing the dimly lit cabin. Through the rays of light that entered through the windows, particles of disturbed dust floated through the air. It had remained vacant for quite some time.
He studied the room, an office like setting on one side with a door that lead to where a couple of bunks were, and then a closet. Imshael headed to the closet, prying open the door, he looked for something he could use. He didn't find anything except for some old rope piled on the floor. If there was another around, someone to train with, they could build their strength from tugging. The mutt picked it up, figuring it'd be useful to keep around either way. Dropping it off at the door, he turned back into the cabin, giving it a final look before pulling the rope outside. He'd keep it in a safe spot for now. It didn't take him long to notice the series of poles going from short to tall sticking up from the ground. An idea came in his head, and he bounced up the first pole. The tripod hobbled onto the other one, his three paws close together while he strained to balance himself. Again, he hopped to the tallest one, three feet in the air. Continuing to strain, he remained there until he was stable. Perfect, he'd work on balance and strength. Unaware of any onlookers, Imshael remained in a focused trance.
[ ooc: Nisa first! open to anyone else after she posts. ]
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