Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Jul 18, 2007 20:35:47 GMT -5
I had left the buckskin once more at the stable after returning home from that disaster that shall not be spoken of. More than a bit melancholy and not really liking myself a lot I stripped to just my breeches and grabbed my blades before heading out to the garden.
Dad had gotten me started very young at the martial skills knowing his son had few prospects in life being the third one. He also knew that someone skilled with a blade is always in demand. Thus from pretty much as long as I can recall the work with cold steel as well as general physical fitness has been a part of my life. The one thing that is always a constant.
While no one would ever mistake me for a Cassaline the long hours I put in observing my rituals is probably similar on some very, very, odd level. Thus I went through my paces with sword and dagger mostly using both hands as I had worked hard at being nearly ambidextrous even though my left is my true master hand.
Soon my body was drenched in sweat and I laid aside my blades stripping to just my under garments to continue my workout. There is something to be said for living alone and not even being able to afford servants after all. And I went back to my labor the exorcises designed to strengthen me of limb and win as well as skill with blade.
As I tortured my body I could feel the tension and personal irritations fading into the background all that mattered was me and my art. Kill or be killed it was rather barbaric but also kind of wholesome at the same time. Soon I had dumped the blades and went through my paces in unarmed maneuvers my body flowing as freely as the sweat that by now streamed from me to leave puddles at my feet as the night aged into the small hours.
I had left the front door open though and a nice breeze flowed from it and into the confined area of the garden as I could soon hear the sounds of the night animals that were here even in the City. It was as if they were singing me a lullaby and at last I stopped. Soon pouring a bucket of cold water and dunking my head into it and holding my breath a while. Then I jerked it free and shook my shoulder length black and shimering nearly like blue Shahrizai mane.
Dad had gotten me started very young at the martial skills knowing his son had few prospects in life being the third one. He also knew that someone skilled with a blade is always in demand. Thus from pretty much as long as I can recall the work with cold steel as well as general physical fitness has been a part of my life. The one thing that is always a constant.
While no one would ever mistake me for a Cassaline the long hours I put in observing my rituals is probably similar on some very, very, odd level. Thus I went through my paces with sword and dagger mostly using both hands as I had worked hard at being nearly ambidextrous even though my left is my true master hand.
Soon my body was drenched in sweat and I laid aside my blades stripping to just my under garments to continue my workout. There is something to be said for living alone and not even being able to afford servants after all. And I went back to my labor the exorcises designed to strengthen me of limb and win as well as skill with blade.
As I tortured my body I could feel the tension and personal irritations fading into the background all that mattered was me and my art. Kill or be killed it was rather barbaric but also kind of wholesome at the same time. Soon I had dumped the blades and went through my paces in unarmed maneuvers my body flowing as freely as the sweat that by now streamed from me to leave puddles at my feet as the night aged into the small hours.
I had left the front door open though and a nice breeze flowed from it and into the confined area of the garden as I could soon hear the sounds of the night animals that were here even in the City. It was as if they were singing me a lullaby and at last I stopped. Soon pouring a bucket of cold water and dunking my head into it and holding my breath a while. Then I jerked it free and shook my shoulder length black and shimering nearly like blue Shahrizai mane.