Balam (human_body) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-06-27 03:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | balam, dorian, finished thread, rating: pg, strix |
Boom, boom, boom
Who: Balam, Dorian and Strix
Where: Somewhere in a forest, close to the Deadwood
When: Around the same time as Alice, Kain and Frank's search for horses, the day after Alice talks to Will.
Rating: PG for now
Warnings: Fire.
Summary: Balam wanders around in a forest, breaking tree trunks as he practices fighting on his own. He wants to blow some steam up, as he's never done well without fighting anyway - his very being thrives on battle and his entire body is built for it. Will anyone stumble upon Balam as he practices his...techniques, or will he have his peace?
The side of his khaki-covered calf slammed into the thick brown trunk of the tree in front of him, forcing it to shake. Leaves fell from the force of it and the sound of bird wings fluttered quickly away from the area. Balam wiped the sweat from his forehead. He'd been working on this for hours already. His normally proper pants were marked up and scuffed, his vest was nowhere to be found and his suspenders were the only thing keeping order to his attire. His white, buttoned-up shirt already bore a huge tear across the right sleeve, exposing some of the tanned skin hiding the muscle beneath.
There were times he missed his demon form. He wasn't as strong as he was in this human cavity - for that's exactly what it was. A body created for him to fill. Still, what he got in return - actually looking like a passable human, even if it was a slightly scary one - made him content to work with what he had. He was still much stronger than the average human, but it still wasn't quite up to his full, natural strength. As long as he didn't remove his sunglasses, he looked human. Even if it was a punk who seemed to dye his hair firetruck flaming red. Natural as it really was.
A blur of fists and legs slammed into the tree until it began to tilt and crack. Balam flicked his sunglasses down, revealing the orbs of fire where pupils and irises belonged. A flash of his eyes, a gesture of his hand, and heat ripped through his body - and the tree trunk burst into flames.
He slid the glasses back on and tilted his head at the sight of the fire. Still rusty. Fire demons and their predictable talents could only go so far, it seemed. He needed to work on everything more. He hadn't fought since he'd first arrived, and that just...was not acceptable.
He sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair. He still wasn't quite used to this human body deal, it seemed.