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Cain Richards/17/Male/Eagle & Smilodon/Mentions: Heather, Open ================================================ Cain had practically thrown himself into the forest, alternating between racing through the undergrowth and jumping across tree branches. Well, more like clinging to and kicking off from tree trunks, because there weren't a lot of branches that could support both his weight and the force with which he hit. Turns out trying to pinball off of every availible surface like a feral toddler with access to explosives ends up leaving a patch of limb-less trunks. ~ Cain wasn't exactly paying attention to where he was going, though. He had to move and the forest was more of a home to him than his house. Which was actually really depressing, but that didn't matter right now. The point is, he hadn't noticed that he was approaching one of the forest's many edges. ~ His hands latched around the base of a thick branch and the trunk of a rough-barked pine tree as his chest hit the center with a satisfying thunk. A good number of needles fell from the branches as the tree shook with the force of his collision. Honestly, Cain couldn't stop grinning if he tried. Gym was alright, got his blood moving, but it just wasn't the same. There was something about throwing yourself off of high places without any form of safety equipment and/or supervision that made Cain feel alive. ~ As he prepared to fling himself at yet another solid object with as much speed as possible, Cain chanced to look down. At the girl he'd just covered in pine needles. Oops. "Shit. Sorry!" He swung himself outwards around the branch he was gripping, so that both of his feet were planted on the trunk while his body was canted outwards, one arm hanging absently in the air. Wasn't she one of the girls who'd been sitting at the table when Sofie did her self-important bitch routine? Yeah, she'd thanked him for not acting like an asshole or something like that. Heather-Something. What exactly was she doing out here? It didn't look like she was gonna go for a hike or something, since she had just been standing there staring at a tree before he noticed her. Today was just not his day, huh? First with the twitchy tension all day, then Sofie's whole thing, now this. |
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David 16 Male Fiddler Crab Mentions: Open David wrote the same sentence as fast as he could, his father’s voice ringing in his ears, You better get back her right after school, and the real training begins. It wasn’t like his father to say obnoxiously mysterious things. “Done!” He shouted, as soon as he finished the last darn sentence: I will pay attention in class. his teacher raised her eyebrows skeptically, but nodded. “You May go.” She said. David sprinted through the forest to his ‘family’s’ barn, maybe, just maybe, I can make it there early enough, so they won’t notice he thought hopefully, but no. It would be a miracle if he made it in time to pretend he went to a movie, even then, his parents didn’t approve of movies, they always said, ‘a warrior isn’t lazy!’ And ‘how are you going to get better at combat if your lazing around, getting plump from popcorn!?’ He was too busy thinking mixed annoyed and scared thoughts about his parents to notice the door right in front of him. He collapsed to the ground stunned by the blow, just as his mother opened the door, looked down at him, frowned and said, “What are you doin’ laying around on the dirty ground like that? Your father’s been waitin’! Where were you?” But then she stopped abruptly as his father’s dominant voice boomed over at them. “David! Your late, tell me why.” David winced as the familiar sharp sting of the thin whip slashed across his back, opening his scars from the previous punishments, “Now, go wash it, quickly.” His mother said curtly and David walked to the bathroom, ignoring the pain. As soon as he finished, he went back to his father. “May I have permission to speak freely?” In his childhood he quickly learned to speak carefully. His father nodded and he immediately asked the question that had bothered him the most. “What did you mean by ‘real training’?” He asked. His father hesitated before answering, “Normally you are not so eager to begin training.” His father said instead. “Come.” |
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