Post by Chasen on Feb 5, 2012 2:52:28 GMT -5
OoC: I'll try to make it interesting HAHA! Hopefully we'll have good muse! BTW has it ever happened to you, you think a huge wave was going to hit you and you over jump it because it turned into a smaller wave.... this is what I think happens to Chasen.
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The sun was slowly sinking into the sea, turning the sky orange and blue. The waters washed up onto the shore making a gentle whoosh sound. Seagulls circled over head looking for some tasty morsel to scarf down. All in all it was a very relaxing situation . . . except for one being was not even watching the sun set or even investigating the sea. Instead he was running in the soft sands leaping over the wet sand only to kick off again. He'd run to a point and then turn around and run the other way his tongue lolling but without a joyful expression. Chasen's eyes always glowed with one thing when he was like this determination.
Five minutes into this routine he stopped, stretched for a minute, and then he began to trot in place. Picking his feet up in a light stepping, almost prancing way. In the stepping mode he raised his lips in a grimace eyes shining with that dangerous madness almost. He was daring the world to say something about his exercise routine. Daring them to mock him for he would rip the eyes out their sockets. A few more minutes and he spread all four paws wide and lowered his head. He let forth a menacing snarl and pivoted as if he was dodging an opponent who was attacking from behind.
He snapped his jaws together and threw his head over his shoulder: one opponent down. The Myou cracked the door for his second soul. The lion gladly came out for a minute to take over his hosts body. In a very lion like fashion, Chasen's front paws swung wide threw all it's weight in to the third imaginary enemy. If it was a real wolf the enemy would have felt it's jaw dislocate. Lions were known for all their power being put behind the blows. The way the golden setting sun's rays hit Chasen he looked just like a mini lion fighting on the sands.
Each move was graceful and manipulated with thought and detail. Chasen made one mistake though. With a rush of the oncoming tides Chasen turned to see a wave head straight towards him. It was massive to the wolf's eye but still it was a challenge. The ocean had dared to challenge Chasen. The lion soul, not wanting to feel any wetness retreated to its cage in Chasen's psyche. 'It's just a little water!'
Finally a rough voice answered, 'I despise us being wet.
Chasen guffawed at the lion and ran forward towards the wave. Not away from it putting all his power into his hind legs he jumped towards the wave. It was getting closer and closer. He was about to plunge head first into it. He closed his eyes, held hit breath . . . and landed belly deep in freezing cold water. Shock came first and the need to get out the freezing water! Chasen turned and pushed his way through the water. He'd jumped over the wave? He turned to see the small wave grow smaller before it hit the shore. He narrowed his eyes. Well at least he found away to make his second soul calm down.
Doing running leaps he made it back to shore before another wave came. Feeling free of the water he shook any wetness out of his fur. So much for a training session. Sighing he shook again and began walking along the shore, he'd have to dry before he found a place for the night. If not he'd be covered in sand. He already hated the stuff as it was.