Oh, hells, I'm too ill to be making important descisions like 'who in all the abyss initiates THIS one', so I'm going to stick it here. (ooooh, headache....feel unspeakable urge to stick power tools up my nose in an attemp to clear my sinuses...What do you mean, Sola 'knows a cure for that, grin grin grin'? Pack it in, or you'll feel the back of my hand, so you shall!! Bloody gremlins....always trying to lower everything to the most crudest denominator... <_< :rolleyes: )
OK, this was inspired by some Todd Lockwood artwork. (Yes, I've been to his website again, and Yes, I've been oggling his lovely drow artwork...nuthin' wrong with that!!
:ph34r: ) And I think Sola would possibly practice Katas everyday...(for those who don't know, a Kata is something fighty, chop-socky Karate people do to practise their skills. Or in my case, attempt to do, overbalance, fall flat on their face and get up trying not to laugh as Sensei is looking really quite upset...I was never really that good at Karate....
) Other fighting styles probably call it something else, but due to complete lack of knowledge and imagination on my part, I'm sticking to 'Kata', okay?
And it's short. (*hooray!!*) :lol:
Right - Scence -early morning, before everyone wakes up.
<You awaken early one morning, just as the sun is rising. You know that Solaufein was the last to take watch, and so you lift your head to greet him. He is not in his customary watching spot by the fire, and as you scan around the surrounding area, you see him a little way off, practising fighting moves.>
PC:
1a) <Prop yourself up and watch him>
1b) <lie back down and ignore him - end>.
<Solaufein is stripped to the waist, his slivery white hair tied up in a knot at the base of his neck. The early morning sun is glinting off his ebony skin, making him appear to have been carved from a single, flawless piece of obsidian. His face is a picture of calm concentration, and his moves are measured, graceful and, above all, silent. As he thrusts and parries at imaginary foes, working his way through his Kata, his steps remind you of a dance; a deadly, beautiful dance. As you watch, you allow your gaze to trace the smooth contours of his tightly, but not overly, muscled frame, and find yourself entertaining strange thoughts that make you blush and chuckle to yourself. At this, he notices you watching him, and turns slowly to regard you. A single bead of sweat trickles down his chest, and you follow its course, mesmerised. After a moment, he inclines his head to you with a smile.>
PC:
2a) <blush furiously and begin to inspect your fingernails> (see 3a)
2b) *smile back* Lovely morning! (see 3b)
Sola:
3a) <You hear him chuckle to himself. As you dare to glance at him again, you see that he is shaking his head, smiling and settling back into his Kata stance>. (end)
3b) <looks up towards the sky, blinking and squinting slightly>. Yes. But, to me, every morning on the surface is lovely. <looks back towards you and smiles. He then settles back into his Kata stance, and begins to practice anew>. (end)
See? It's short n' sweet. There could be way more banter, but my head isn't working at the moment due to the evils of the common cold. It's kind of Sola initiated, 'cos if he wasn't doing his Kata, then the PC wouldn't be watching....Oh, all right, I admit it, I just wanted to spend 5 minutes thinking about a sweaty Sola. Can you blame a girl? :rolleyes: ^_^