shake the dust off
Marauder
Bloodletter
09-30-2020, 09:24 AM
note to self: some time has passed, he'd been tended to ect ect.
The sky was dark, still littered with stars as Hattori stood out on the beach, a gentle breeze tousling his fur as he watched the waves roll up the sand. Only to retreat once the water neared his paws.The sun would rise within the next few hours and the shinobi found himself wondering what the new day would bring. Despite not being the sort who appreciated the luxury and splendour of palace life, Ashen's healers had done well by him. The aches and pains that riddled his form had started to subside, but a frustrating stiffness was eager to fill the void that had been left behind. It was nothing he couldn't handle but a bit of a nuisance nonetheless.
As per his usual morning routine, Hattori began his stretches. He rolled his shoulders, ignoring the slight twinge of discomfort and then stood straight and tall as he arched his spine, forming an n shape. He focused on his legs next, tensing his muscles as he shifted his weight to his front and tilted forward a little, as though he was standing on slanted ground. His talons dug into the sand as he focused on his breathing, keeping it slow and steady as he maintained his focus. It might have looked like wasted effort to an onlooker but Hattori was a creature of habit, wounded or not he wouldn't let his muscles and form waste away from misuse.
The sky was dark, still littered with stars as Hattori stood out on the beach, a gentle breeze tousling his fur as he watched the waves roll up the sand. Only to retreat once the water neared his paws.The sun would rise within the next few hours and the shinobi found himself wondering what the new day would bring. Despite not being the sort who appreciated the luxury and splendour of palace life, Ashen's healers had done well by him. The aches and pains that riddled his form had started to subside, but a frustrating stiffness was eager to fill the void that had been left behind. It was nothing he couldn't handle but a bit of a nuisance nonetheless.
As per his usual morning routine, Hattori began his stretches. He rolled his shoulders, ignoring the slight twinge of discomfort and then stood straight and tall as he arched his spine, forming an n shape. He focused on his legs next, tensing his muscles as he shifted his weight to his front and tilted forward a little, as though he was standing on slanted ground. His talons dug into the sand as he focused on his breathing, keeping it slow and steady as he maintained his focus. It might have looked like wasted effort to an onlooker but Hattori was a creature of habit, wounded or not he wouldn't let his muscles and form waste away from misuse.
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