25th of spring, 19th Bell, 50th Chime.
It was nighttime at the Grounds, it was nearly empty with few souls out about. Few souls such as Kreig who was using the night beneath the sky to further his own training, those who knew Kreig well enough would guess that the training most certainly had to with his fists and legs and they would be right. Throughout the night air carried the sound of wood being struck and again as Kreig swung the shin of his leg at the base of a wooden post. Alongside the sound was the grunts coming from Kreig as he kept striking with his right leg. In his mind he counted. Each time he reached 50 he would alternate, the rhythm of his kicks stopping for a moment before continuing.
He was, like often, shirtless. His shirt and boots thrown to one side whilst his studded gauntlets were secure to his fists and whist the sleeves of his pants were rolled up. Kreig felt determined, focused, as if the training today did little to wear him out; Yet inside he also felt chaotic as he tried to sort his own emotions. He tried to use his frustrations positively as he struck against the wood with his left shin. The constant stricking soring the muscles of his legs as the skin reddened, Kreig could feel bits of pain with each strike but not yet did he feel the strain of being unable to carry one. He had to continue.
With each passing day he felt an irriation grow, not at the city no, but it was part of the reason. With a hint of anger he completed the count for the left and switched back to the right. For the most part he was irritated to himself. He felt like something was missing in his life and at that moment it was nothing like love or friendship; It was a lack of clarity he felt. His worldview felt narrow, his thoughts limited by what he knew of Sunberth, Syliras and Kenash. Each strike carried that irritation within, before Kenash the path felt clear; he was committed to the knights yet after…..it felt like the straight path curved into a million others as the temptation brought on by the city of vice.
His kicks resonated louder at that word, vice, he had felt temptation beyond measure whilst in that city despite the debauchery of its Dynast Families who lead it. He felt…unfit, he needed answers but he did not know where.
“ Gods….DAMNIT” Kreig let out as he gave the post one last kick for the current set. Sweat glistened down his body as he stopped for a bit and leaned his head against the post, right knuckles pushing against the wooden surface “[Color] I don’t need these thoughts right now….I need a distraction.[/color]” He murmured to himself, needing anything to get these thoughts buried if only temporarily.
…..He just might get his wish.
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It was nighttime at the Grounds, it was nearly empty with few souls out about. Few souls such as Kreig who was using the night beneath the sky to further his own training, those who knew Kreig well enough would guess that the training most certainly had to with his fists and legs and they would be right. Throughout the night air carried the sound of wood being struck and again as Kreig swung the shin of his leg at the base of a wooden post. Alongside the sound was the grunts coming from Kreig as he kept striking with his right leg. In his mind he counted. Each time he reached 50 he would alternate, the rhythm of his kicks stopping for a moment before continuing.
He was, like often, shirtless. His shirt and boots thrown to one side whilst his studded gauntlets were secure to his fists and whist the sleeves of his pants were rolled up. Kreig felt determined, focused, as if the training today did little to wear him out; Yet inside he also felt chaotic as he tried to sort his own emotions. He tried to use his frustrations positively as he struck against the wood with his left shin. The constant stricking soring the muscles of his legs as the skin reddened, Kreig could feel bits of pain with each strike but not yet did he feel the strain of being unable to carry one. He had to continue.
With each passing day he felt an irriation grow, not at the city no, but it was part of the reason. With a hint of anger he completed the count for the left and switched back to the right. For the most part he was irritated to himself. He felt like something was missing in his life and at that moment it was nothing like love or friendship; It was a lack of clarity he felt. His worldview felt narrow, his thoughts limited by what he knew of Sunberth, Syliras and Kenash. Each strike carried that irritation within, before Kenash the path felt clear; he was committed to the knights yet after…..it felt like the straight path curved into a million others as the temptation brought on by the city of vice.
His kicks resonated louder at that word, vice, he had felt temptation beyond measure whilst in that city despite the debauchery of its Dynast Families who lead it. He felt…unfit, he needed answers but he did not know where.
“ Gods….DAMNIT” Kreig let out as he gave the post one last kick for the current set. Sweat glistened down his body as he stopped for a bit and leaned his head against the post, right knuckles pushing against the wooden surface “[Color] I don’t need these thoughts right now….I need a distraction.[/color]” He murmured to himself, needing anything to get these thoughts buried if only temporarily.
…..He just might get his wish.
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