OoC: This is training with my great sword
The air was crisp and cool in the winter morning's air, as if it itself was just waking up to the morning. The sun was rising later then usual, like it always did during the winter. The sun was blocked slightly due to clouds that looked like it was some type of cast off from something else. The clouds them selves were looking sick. All dark and murky like they had eat something that didn't quite agree with them and was just now showing. Nothing was moving to the naked eye except one thing that was standing out and moving toward a destination in a straight line, decidedly unanimal like. He was trudging through the snow which was slightly deep, all the way to his calves. He had with him all the possession's that he owned at the moment. Which even to him wasn't much but he always reassured himself every time he thought about it that it would be fixed later. The person paused a moment, the movement was like that of a tiger that was stalking his prey freezing. His entire body went still, tilting his head slightly toward the lift, he identify it as the sound that had been going on countless times today as he made his way to his destination. The snow, riding on the branches of the tree's of this forest, were being overburden, and at different intervals of the day, would snapped the branches, or just drop to the ground, still causing noise for alarm to that the lone person.
On the man's back, was the most outstanding feature on him from a distance. His sword was the length of his body. But as he got closer, you saw a even more disturbing look at him. Something that he himself was always proud, and would never cover unless it cost him something in return. Was his eyes, for they were a bright red, but had a different intensity about them. As if they were containing red hot lava right there and then, and the wielder of those eyes looked like he was about to go on a rampage, just for having those eyes. His face looked normal, but whenever he smiled, everyone in view of his smiled noticed those longer then normal teeth, and the barbs on his skin, automatically naming his species kelvic.
He stood there for a few seconds after the sounds had disappeared. Loosening his muscles slightly, he started his trudging through the snow once again. The lone person kept walking like that for another few hours, for he was looking for the right something, only the something was something that he knew, and he himself would know it when he came to it. Tapping his longer then usual nails against his hip at a tone that he had just heard a couple of days ago, he kept the lookout for the thing he was looking for. With one hand on his bag rope that connected to his supplies, the man hefted slightly toward his side, easing the build up of stress on his shoulder. Turning his head slightly at something from the edge of his sight, he notice the a sign of something that he had been looking for.
Changing the course that he been following for the last few days. he entered a meadow, it wasn't that long in length, and he had seen wider ones on his way here. But the tree's were tall enough to block most of the snow that had been floating to the ground for the past few days. Setting his pack against a dry tree, he started wandering around the meadow to know about the surrounding area. To his lucky name, he found a spring that wasn't frozen over. Placing his hand in and sniffing the water that had came out with his hand. Satisfy that the water was clean and wasn't foul in anyway, he stroll backed to his base camp. Opening his pack with a few deft tug's on the string, he started unpacking his tent. Taking a slight break to place some snow in his mouth to get some liquid down to his body he started to pitch camp. Setting up his tent and searching around his area for dry wood for a fire.
Once the camp was to his satisfaction, he turned toward the empty meadow and unbuckled his sword. "Well kotoki, i guess its a good as any time to start this"
