Katy
Posts : 67
Join date : 2011-06-20
Age : 98
Location : a land where only magical unicorns can go to.
 | | Subject: {{ delun - - - - introduction }} Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:36 am | |
| the moment to live
and the moment to die
The sun beat down on the bare skin of his chest, revealing the bright blue airbender arrows on Delun’s back. His hands were growing sweaty against his tight grip of the axe. His skin glistened with sweat, but luckily, his hair wasn’t soaked in the stuff. Chopping wood was something he did ever so often. It was his job for god’s sake; it was what he had to do. But, he’d usually have an axe in his hand in a secluded part of the outer ring. He liked the privacy, it was something he almost needed to function. However, talking to people every now and then was nice too.
He continued to break the wood into perfect, even pieces. After the tree trunk was completely chopped into pieces, he dropped the axe and wiped his hands together. Beads of sweat dribbled down his forehead, sliding down his neck and sticking to his bare chest. He wiped sweat off of his forehead and leaned against one of the trees. Whenever he was in the outer ring, it always seemed to be sunny. And the sunnier it got, the sweatier he got. Oh well, at least he didn't smell like filth or anything. That'd be gross, and something he didn't want at all.
He looked up at the blue sky for a moment, and he wished it would rain all ready. Damn summer. When he lived in the Southern Air Temple, it was never this hot. It always consisted of a cool temperature, even in the summertime. Oh well, he had to live with it. Mostly since it was his choice to leave the air temple. Stop thinking about it, he thought. But, he couldn't. It stuck to his mind how...disloyal to the people he had considered his family for so long. He couldn't stand the air temples though. And leaving meant he had to pay the price of not seeing his 'family'.
Looking down at the wood he had just chopped up, he sighed. What had he planned on doing with the wood again? When he became a woodsman, he had vowed to only cutting down dead trees or trees that were no longer attached to the ground. He could not kill anything if it meant his life. Not even a tree, which could grow back someday. He plopped onto the grass and yawned, pulling an apple out of the bag he carried to the outer ring with him. He bit into it and yawned.
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