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Erumara
May 22, 2007 18:01:30 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on May 22, 2007 18:01:30 GMT 1
Culmîr purred softly at the touch and shivered a little as she whispered "mean" very softly, her golden eyes locking onto Dracafreys form as her left the training room. Sighing softly the redhead picked up her sword and took a deep breath before she started to resume her training once more.
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Post by Dracafrey on May 23, 2007 3:05:03 GMT 1
Dracafrey smirked to himself as he closed the door behind him. Thinking to himself of the things that Culmir wanted to do to him. Shaking off those thoughts reluctantly as he then continued down the hall.
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Erumara
May 23, 2007 17:37:48 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on May 23, 2007 17:37:48 GMT 1
Culmîrs mind wandered a little while she preformed a series of jabs at her shadow on the wall. Shaking her head a little she put her mind back onto her training as she continued in a heavier gravity
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Post by Dracafrey on Jun 2, 2007 17:00:48 GMT 1
Dracafrey slowly moved down the hall and opened the front door. Turning back briefly as he looked down the hall where he had come from before he left the house and closed the door behind him as he made his way towards the village.
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Post by Culmir on Jun 2, 2007 21:44:32 GMT 1
Culmîrs attacks became more fluent in the heavier gravity that she was training in now, sweat was rolling down the side of her face and over the rest of her body in tiny beads as she continued her training, picking up her speed as she fought her shadow on the walls, and imagining more enemies around her in the room, to try and make her able to fight multiple opponents at once.
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Post by Dracafrey on Jun 3, 2007 17:48:04 GMT 1
Dracafrey moved swiftly across the rocky dirt path that lead to the village of Erumara. Throwing his hood back over his head to conceal his identity from the prying eyes of the villagers. As he continued to walk further into the village paying no mind to the citizens of Erumara.
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Post by Culmir on Jun 9, 2007 13:06:22 GMT 1
Culmîr continued to battle herself, pushing herself further every time she felt like giving up. Her shoulders and arms ached from the increasing weight of the katana, her legs were shaking as she pressed herself to keep going until she would collapse. Spinning, jabbing and blocking at her invisible opponent ruthlessly to finish her training quickly.
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Erumara
Sept 17, 2007 17:28:25 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Sept 17, 2007 17:28:25 GMT 1
Dracafrey moved throughout the small village quickly, purchasing or stealing items and food he wanted without the tendors noticing. After spending a couple of hours pillaging the village he began to make his trek back towards the abandoned house he had taken over for his base of operations.
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Erumara
Sept 19, 2007 16:38:20 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Sept 19, 2007 16:38:20 GMT 1
Sweat was rolling down Culmîrs face as she still continued her training, every time her arm started to shake because of the weight of the katana she tightened her muscles and kept going. Not entirely sure when her training was complete the redhead pivoted away from her shadowed opponent and began another series of block and attack techniques.
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Post by Dracafrey on Mar 1, 2009 18:34:43 GMT 1
Dracafrey entered into the abandond house, smirking as he heard the clashing of metal coming from down the hall as Culmir continued to train as he had instructed. Walking into the kitchen as he began to prepare a meal for the both of them.
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Post by Culmir on Mar 1, 2009 19:03:23 GMT 1
Culmîrs eyes were narrowed into tiny slits as she wiped the sweat out of her eyes with her left hand, the katana still held tightly in her right as she breathed heavily. Her heart was racing, pumping blood more rapidly through her body making her slightly lightheaded because of dehydration and hunger but her eyes remained alert and focused. Clenching her left hand into a fist she made a half pirouette on her right heel, kicking into the air neck high followed by a downward slash with her sword as she spun herself out of the way from her imagined counterattack. Culmîr continued to train herself against her imaginary opponent relentlessly, not quitting until she was told though she was getting dangerously close to her body shutting down.
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Erumara
Mar 11, 2010 19:47:30 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 11, 2010 19:47:30 GMT 1
Dracafrey worked in the kitchen while Culmir still continued to train. After he had finished his preperations and placed the food onto plates and placed them on the table he headed down the hall towards the closed door where Culmir was training behind. His hand turning the knob slowly as he entered into the heavy gravity room which began to revert back to normal as he momentarily watched Culmir training before speaking.
"Dinner is ready Culmir and your training for the day is complete." As he could tell by her heaving body that it was close to shutting down on her.
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Erumara
Mar 13, 2010 11:56:59 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Mar 13, 2010 11:56:59 GMT 1
Culmîr was halfway into a rolling swipe when the door opened, the lower gravity slowly beginning to lift of her form, she could feel it as she used her momentum of the roll to end up in a lowered crouch. Her yellow eyes blazing as she turned them onto Dracafreys form by the door, her katana held firmly in her grasp as she breathed heavily, her grip slowly faltering as she lowered the katana to the ground. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her left hand as she nodded to Dracafrey "right" she spoke "I'll be right out, just give me a minute to clean up" she said as she breathed deeply in through her nose to calm herself down. She didn't wait for a reply from Dracafrey as she got up and turned her back to the open door, grabbing her clothes she sheathed her katana, telling herself she would polish it later to avoid rust from her sweat that had trickled down the blades length. When she managed to get all her stuff together she turned around and noticed Dracafrey had already left, probably to see to food while she cleaned up. Culmîr made her way slowly out of the room, keeping her head high just in case Dracafrey was watching her even though she couldn't hide the small tremors that raked her body. She found the house's small bathroom easily enough, shutting the door behind her she took a quick but refreshing bath from the water that was in the basin already. Even though it was cold it felt good to wash off the sweat and massage her sore muscles. She groaned a little when she put her clothes back on, already her entire body began to ache from the exertion. Steeling herself Culmîr slipped into her clothes, fastening her katana onto her back before she headed back out and walked to the kitchen where she assumed Dracafrey would be.
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Erumara
Mar 13, 2010 15:33:24 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 13, 2010 15:33:24 GMT 1
Dracafrey waited in the kitchen while Culmir went to clean herself up quickly. Minutes went by as he felt her presence enter the room, turning to face he smirked as he saw her wearing her weapon.
"So why do you have your weapon with you?" as he sat down in his chair, motioning her to join him as well.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 13:24:35 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Mar 14, 2010 13:24:35 GMT 1
Culmîr stopped dead in her tracks when she entered the kitchen, her eyes roaming over Dracafrey as he turned to face her, suppressing the urge to shiver as her body cooled down still from her exercise. She ran a slender hand through her flaming red hair as she shrugged at his question, cringing at the jolts of pain lancing through her shoulders from the movement "force of habit I guess" she said as she sank down into the nearest chair, thankful that she could take the weight of her legs. Culmîr doubted she would of been able to stand for much longer before her legs would give in to the exhaustion running its course through her body. Her eyes drooped a little as she relaxed, realising just now how tired she was, she sagged ever so slightly in her chair when she remembered she wasn't alone and straightened her back immediately. "I still have to clean it too" she said absently as she leaned her elbow on the table, placing her face into her palm, forcing herself to stay awake.
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