48 Summer 513 Bones walked into the training room in the courtyard of the Iron Fist, to find it empty. He had slept in a bit today, got up, did some stretches, relieved himself, and then headed over to see if anyone was about. The school was still fairly new, so it gave him at times a bit of solitude, away from the humans that made up the city of Nyka. But he knew once it became a bit more used, with more students and people learning there, it would constantly be filled with the hum of activity and... Humans... It was times like this that he missed home, missed his scaly brethren, missed being able to openly use his other forms, and not have to hide what he was for fear of retribution. For while individually the humans were mainly weak... Their sheer numbers outweighed Bones own strength. It was why he lived his life as he did, having to toe the line, be careful of his words, live in secret... Of course, he had left home for good reason, he did not agree with many of his brothers and sisters, who believed in Siku chiefly. Bones did not see things that way, he followed Caiyha. He did not cringe from killing, but nor did he make it particularly painful if not needed, nor did he kill wantonly or without need. At least most of the humans here were not weak and meek, but willing to fight and battle to live. Caiyha ruled that the strongest survived, the strong ate the weak and continued to live. Perhaps by working here amongst the humans who so hated him for the main part, he could help a few see this inner glimmer and learn to fight with fist or steel. Bones let out a sigh, and then set himself in the middle of the room, legs crossed, facing the door. He stretched out his arms, bending them behind his back and leaning forward, then up the front above his head, all the while waiting. Waiting to see if another would enter, perhaps wanting to spar and fight and give him a brief glimpse into battle. |