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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2015 21:50:30 GMT -5
Wulf sighed, leaning back against a tree.
This was his secret training spot. A creek nearby, a properly made fire pit to prevent forest fires when boiling water or cooking the fish he caught. A punching bag hanging on a nearby tree, a speed bag nearby. All in all, it was a pretty nice place to box away from pressures of modern life. Somewhat, anyway, he was still working on a paper that was due in about a week. He leaned against the heavily padded tree he had been punching not ten minutes ago, and wrote.
Something something archaeology something something.
It was dull.
On the less dull front, he had a match coming up at a local gym. Outside of work at the PIDA, boxing was really the only thing he did aside from schoolwork. He didn't see his mom much, since she was a doctor, so he could fill his hours with work and training quite easily.
He put the finishing touches on his paper, and stowed it in his backpack, near another tree. Then again, in the forest everything is near a tree. He started hitting the sandbag again, dull thuds ringing out through the forest. He figured he was alone out here, and didn't have to worry about keeping neighbors awake. The fire flickered and crackled nearby, as the thudding carried into the forest. About once a week he came out here and trained himself to exhaustion. Tonight would probably be no different. The fire kept animals away, after all. Despite being in a proper, rock lined fire pit and completely safe.
After about an hour of hitting the sandbag, he fell to one knee, panting. He knew he was strong, fast, and had the endurance of two men, but he felt he needed to be stronger. Strong enough to fight anything, if that was even possible. But for now, he could barely move. He just crouched there, breathing heavily, blood pounding in his ears. Nothing but the crackling of the fire to ease the sound of his heartbeat trying to leap from his throat.
Then he heard something moving. It was quiet, but it was there. Twigs rustling, but not quite snapping.
"Is...someone there?"
This was bad. If it was a hostile someone, he was in no shape to fight. If it was someone who followed him out to watch him train, he was also in trouble when it came to the boxing match. Panting, he stood, trying not to project any hint of hostility. Despite being a boxer, he preferred to talk things out rather than fight them out. Boxing was just a sport.
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Wood Elf
Civilian
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26 posts
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Played by Akeekitty
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Post by Maraevaras on Jan 19, 2015 23:12:02 GMT -5
Night had fallen by the time Maraevaras started to make the trek back to her camp. Night time was a dangerous time no matter where you went, especially in the forest with so many dangerous nocturnal creatures, and even more unknown supernatural creatures that called this place their home. But the elven woman wasn't worried in the least. Even while trapped in such a strange unknown world Mara was comfortable in the woods. She knew places like this well and most of the creatures that inhabited it. The other dangers, the ones with more supernatural aspects to it she wasn't aware of. They didn't effect her nor did she come face to face with anything odd after her encounter with the wolf man named Raffe to make her worried. Despite his warnings there was nothing to worry about.
For once since Mara had woken up in these strange lands things were going well. Ever since Mara found the forest and took shelter here she had felt at peace, she had food, a decent campsite to live in, and most importantly she didn't have to deal with all the hostility that she had found in the town of New Orlands. There was no one there to mock her, sneer, or gawk at her appearance. There was nothing to worry about or fear out here and knowing that helped put her at ease. It did wonders for her mood. The elven woman had grown rather sullen by the time she came here, but after a few days she was already making traps, and tracking down prey with a smile on her face.
Mara hummed softly as she headed back towards her campsite with the food she managed to catch today. While the elf hadn't managed to catch anything big, like a deer her traps had at least done a good job of getting food for her. She had a number of rabbits, and even a few squirrels tucked away in the bag she was carrying over her shoulder. That small game would make an excellent stew. Just thinking about fresh rabbit stew made the woman happy. She couldn't wait to get back and start cooking. Mara was so wrapped up in her thoughts of food that she didn't notice that she was encroaching on someone elses area until she heard a stranger call out. Mara jumped in surprise when she heard the man, and quickly looked around. She couldn't see the stranger yet but she could tell that he wasn't very far if he had heard her. Mara stood there for a moment and tried to process the situation. What should she do? She hadn't expected to run into another person so close to home. There hadn't been any signs of another camp close by this morning. As for who the stranger she couldn't be sure if she would be met with any hostility if she showed herself. But the way the man spoke didn't sound threatening, or scared. Was he really a threat to her?
“Yes, there is.” Mara finally replied. There was little reason to try to conceal herself now. The man had obviously heard her so he already knew that she was there, and until he came out and pulled a weapon on her there was no telling if he was hostile. The only way to find out was to meet him face to face. That was what she intended to do. Mara walked over to where she had heard the stranger speak to meet him. “There is no need to fear. I am nothing more than a lone traveler taking refuge in this forest I mean no harm, and have no reason to start any trouble. I am sorry if I frightened you.” Mara stopped a few feet away to look at the stranger. The speaker had been a man, as far as she could tell a human male, no older than she was. He was a tall youth, though not nearly as tall as the wolf man she had met during her first night in these woods. He didn't look dangerous though, she couldn't see or sense any kind of hostility from him.
Mara took the time to look over the surrounding area it was pretty obvious that he had made camp in this place. Judging from what she could see he had settled down only a few hours ago at best. No wonder she hadn't noticed him this morning. “It looks like I am not the only one who has decided to take refuge here.” the elf smiled at the stranger. Mara moved a little closer to the man before extending her arm out to him. “My name is Maraevaras, but my friends call me Mara for short.” the woman introduced herself. What was the harm for a friendly introduction at a time like this? The man may have moved his camp close to hers but Mara didn't see a problem with that. He probably didn't know that she was staying near here and moved in by coincidence. Regardless of why he did it the forest was big enough for the two of them. She didn't mind having him around the area so long as he didn't mean her harm. It didn't hurt her in the least so she didn't mind making a friend while she was here.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 15:47:51 GMT -5
"Wulfgaard..."
He fell to one knee, panting again. He was shirtless, wearing black slacks instead of training pants, and black tennis shoes. His shirt was over on top of the backpack, he didn't want to stain the white button down with sweat. He probably smelled a little, but he had applied the proper amount of long-lasting deodorant, so that was pretty far from his mind.
"If I had friends, they'd call me Wulf..."
He struggled to get his breath back, finally succeeding after a few minutes.
"It's nice to meet you, Mara. I apologize if I've encroached on your territory, I came out here to train is all."
A friendly smile, as he stood, walked over, and put his shirt on. She had probably caught a glimpse of his extensive scarring from the car accident that had killed his father and nearly killed him. Large scars over his chest and side.But that was neither here nor there at the moment. Plenty of people had seen them while he was boxing, so he thought little of it. Buttoning his shirt, he moved over near his fire.
"You can come near the fire if you'd like, it's rather chilly today. Tonight. It seems I lost track of time again..."
He laughed. He didn't care that she was plainly inhuman. After all, he was possessed. It was a weird world. He harboured the spirit of an ancestor in his body, one that had kept him alive after the accident. While he could likely live without Wulfgaard the Elder, as he called him, now, he would rather have the spirit as it helped him in his daily life. Even if the spirit was a little...rowdy sometimes.
"I have some food, if you're hungry. Jerky, mostly, and a few protein bars."
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Wood Elf
Civilian
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Played by Akeekitty
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Post by Maraevaras on Jan 20, 2015 17:02:07 GMT -5
”Wulfgaard...”
That was the name that was given to her after she introduced herself. What a strange name, she had never heard a name like that before. That didn't come as any surprise to Mara of course. Wulfgaard wasn't the first person in this world that she had met with a strange name. Both the human female she had met when she first awoken in this world, and the wolf man named Raffe had odd names to her. They weren't the only ones either, there was plenty of places and stores with strange names in the town to the elven girl. It had to be a cultural thing. Perhaps to everyone else her name would sound odd, she already got enough bad attention because of her looks so it wouldn't surprise her if the same happened with her name.
For one reason or another the man named Wulfgaard didn't bother to shake her hand. After a moment Mara let her hand fall, feeling a bit awkward over the incident. Maybe she was being a little too forward for his liking, perhaps the man was still a little wary of her, or just didn't like physical contact. She would have to remember to not invade his personal space while she was here. That was a mental note that the elf was quick to forget when she saw the man fall to his knee again. “Are you alright Wolfguard?” the woman asked, Mara quickly crouched down to help the poor man get back on his feet. The man didn't look like he was injured but just exhausted. Just what was he doing out here? She would have asked but she chose to give him a moment to catch his breath before he gave him his nickname.
Mara didn't have to ask Wulf what he was doing out here after all, for soon enough he told her. “That's fine, the forest is big enough for the two of us to share. I am just glad that you didn't turn out to be a dangerous man.” the elven woman replied with a smile. A small feeling of relief washed over her when the man was finally able to stand up on his own feet. She had been really worried that he was about to collapse on her. “You are training? That would explain why you look so tired.” she said. Mara looked around the campsite again to try and figure out just what kind of training he was doing, but for the life of her she couldn't tell. There was no real 'training' equipment that she recognized strewn around the place. There was no sword around so it was obvious he wasn't a swordsman, there also wasn't any daggers, axes, warhammers, archery equipment, or any signs of magic. What there was was some strange bags hanging off some of the trees nearby. One large heavy looking one, perhaps it was some crude version of a training dummy, a small bag, and then what looked like a traveling bag that was carrying personal belongings. What the strange bags were for she didn't know, she had never seen them before, much like most things in New Orlands. Seeing them made her curious. “What kind of training are you doing?”
Mara would wait for an answer before Wulf offer her a seat by his fire. “If you really don't mind, then sure.” came her response. While the man didn't shake her hand he didn't seem as wary as she had originally thought. He seemed relaxed and comfortable in her presence, at least enough to invite her to his campsite. Maybe her first assumption was wrong? Not only did he want to share his fire, but he even offered her food. Mara smiled at the man, he really was nicer than she thought he was. “That's nice of you, but you don't need to worry I have some food of my own.” she said and held out the bag for him to see. “I caught some rabbits and a few squirrels today. They aren't prepared yet, but they will make a nice stew for later. I could make some for you if you'd like. It will be more filling than jerky and maybe those...bar...things that you mentioned. My campsite isn't too far from here so I can get what I need to prepare some for you if you'd like.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 22:28:33 GMT -5
Squirrels and rabbits, huh? While Wulf was always open to trying new foods, even ones that seemed a bit weird, he had tried rabbit before and didn't like it much, and squirrel just didn't seem appealing. In any case, he had to be home soon, so once he caught his breath and felt comfortable walking back to his car, he would.
"Unfortunately, I have to leave soon. Do you mind if I leave my training equipment here? I have no room for it back in town, as my mother and I rent a small apartment."
He gave his best attempt at a friendly smile, as he took a piece of jerky from his pack, and chewed thoughtfully. He really would love to stay, but there was a boxing event in the park tomorrow, and he had to be up early to help set it up. As it was, it was getting a bit late. While Wulf wasn't the most sociable person, boxing was where he truly let loose, so he also figured he should explain that, as well.
"I'm training for a boxing event tomorrow, in New Orlands' park. Boxing is kind of....fist fighting for sport. It's a fun way to let off steam."
He knew he would probably sound barbaric, hell, he knew he probably was a bit barbaric. He worked for an outfit called Brutality Boxing that took Boxing to a professional wrestling level of production and storytelling. It was silly, but fun.
"I would love to try your cooking some other time, though."
Wulf yawned, picking a pocket watch out of his pants pocket and looking at the time. Jeez, it was already nine PM? If his mom was home from working at NO General, she would be worried sick. It would take him a bit to get home, though, so he didn't see the harm in staying a few more minutes.
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