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(9/2/06 9:01 pm)
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Let it fly... [open]
It was actually rather early, a little too early for the soft spring breeze to even began to billow trough the lust greenery that had begun to flurish and spread. The sun was rolling lazily across the sky and the mix of brilliant sunrise colors splashed through the gaps of leaves that had yet to grow back. Under the tops of the trees all of the forrest was silent except for some rambling from forrests early raisers. Although it was early an actual human being was up, granted he hadnt planed of even rolling over at this time of morning. He and Daybreak never seemed to get along, under most circumstances that is. Today was a special day, he need some sort of release. He was feeling trapped in this intricate system that they called a 'private' school. Everything had been changed on him and the shock of actually being here was starting to settle in. The anger starting to rise and give way to the confusion and chaos that he hated dealing with. Today he needed an esxcape route.
Harrell made his way through the forrest floor, long legs streching over the small bushes and the leaves that lay scattered about the floor. A well aged quiver was strapped to his back, a fresh pair of arrows lay dormant inside, waiting for his touch. He had been at the school long enough to figure out that it was better to figure out the campus his way then trying to refer to those jacked up maps he was given.
He stepped into a clearer area of the forrest and nodded in acceptance, pushing a tree branch to the side with his bow. No wildly growing bushes, the are was far to clear for him to have to worry about animals darting about and the best thing of all? It was far enough into the forrest for him to practice without worrying about some nutcases throwing him off.
He pulled his Ipod from his jean pocket, flipping through the song lists untill he found a playlist that would work for him. He put the buds in his ear, the music blasting out the bass as he began to nod his head to the beat. With his back drop in place he finally could take a breath, filling his lungs with the fresh air that he never found in his hood.
His sturdy brown hands gripped the bow, fingers fitting into that familiar groove, everything in perfect order. He produced an arrow from his quiver, head still bobbing to the music and placed the arrow in place. His brown arms raised to shoulder level, pulling the string back, enjoying the tightening of the limbs on the bow. He simply let the first arrow loose, sending it flying into a distant tree with a soft thump, that was just his place marker. He took out five more arrows but only placed one in the strings. It only took him a second to line up the shot, only a second more to let loose one arrow after the next, all of them soaring with energy from the bow.
It was like watching a math equation at work. Speed and distance perfectly in unison. In perfect order.
"there is only a small differance between a pat on the back and swift kick in the ass"
"La vie est la vie il !!"
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Merciah
Merciah Forigaln
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Karrody de`Champion
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(9/3/06 9:25 am)
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Re: Let it fly... [open]
Speeding through the forest, Merciah is a blur as he is practicing one of his usual morning routines that he forces upon himself once a week. Catching a small bee in flight without injuring it and without being stung. Finally succeeding as he stops, Merciah hears something over the soft buzz of the small bee and turns to see five arrows coming straight for his face.
Letting the small bee away unharmed by simply letting it go, Merciah's hands dissappear as they move quickly snatching the arrows directly out of the air, one after the other as all five end up in his hands in short order.
^Karrody's wheels
I don't make threats or bribes.
Promises and incentives are more my style
-M.Hart
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