Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20190306111007

The trees swayed.

Leaves rustled.

The sun shone down rays of warming light; tinged green through the canopy of olden trees and aged oak.

The dirt was rich and dark; covered with green moss; filled with the scent of nature’s flesh and foundation.

Mistral’s forests were a gem on an otherwise barren world. Teeming with life and splendor; the noise of birdsong were the songs of the wild; the whistles of the wind its breaths, gentle and calming in the breeze.

In a small clearing within the heart of the landscape were set up two dummies and a rack; attached to which were a series of melee weapons both bladed and blunt, rifles and pistols, along with small vials of Dust.

Within stood two women; one tall with hazel hair, the other short and of the deepest sea. It was shamrock green and swaying in the wind; the ends slick and tipped with sweat.

They sparred, or rather, the tallest kicked, letting the smallest absorb her assaults on her thighs and calves; employing a series of practiced and painfully precise kicks with her legs to grapple and assault her younger companion.

Though companion may have been a wrong word, as the woman kicked thrice in rapid succession; seeing that Cyzarine’s eyes swayed in distraction. One went to the back of the girl’s knee, bending her over to her right. The other, her back, sending her down onto her palms. The final, a twirl into Cyzarine’s posterior, launching her forward and down for the count.

The dirt was rich and dark; full of the scent of nature’s lifeblood.

Hazel made sure Cyzarine was face down and eating a mouthful.

“Distracted again. You will learn to deal with multiple threats later, but for now, your biggest threat was me. Your kicks are still weak. Up again, girl. Up before I make you swallow that dirt.”  