Wooden Jungle [training]
Feb 12, 2008 11:28:39 GMT -7
Post by trinityfang on Feb 12, 2008 11:28:39 GMT -7
His skin was now full of marks, but they seemed to fade away when the bones were dormant and inactive. The constant replacement of skin helped with the process so it didn’t appear to be anything unusual to others.
His skin wasn’t very smooth or rough but you wouldn’t expect bones to drill threw if you came across him. Some blood stains still remained from the training but it was a bother for now.
There would be plenty more to come and he couldn’t constantly wipe it away or he would get no training done.
The wind seemed to be absent in the forest it was just the annoying humidity accompanied by the sinking sun. It was close to evening and the warm tempture begin to turn into a chill.
The upper half of his body was bare; with nothing to restrict the bones from leaving the pores in his skin. Once again the bones began to grow from it.
From his back as he slouched over, covering sections of his body at a time. First his arms then his back then his ribs, it was almost if the transformation had stages he had to undergo.
He felt his body pulling the calcium and chakra to the surface of his skin, where it would begin to form the bone that he forced out of the skin. He could feel the calcium gather and help the bones construct themselves with more strength..
If concentrated he could tell that it was a feeling that was there all along, every time he did a technique involving pulling and exerting his bones.
The feeling was rather weird and hard to define. But it definatley wasn’t foreign to his body. As the bones began to rise around her rib cage he ignored the strange feeling. It was something he was used to already.
The bones were jagged, sharp and pointy. Some where even cracked here and there. His skin felt sore and this gave him the idea that maybe he had attempted the technique one too many times today. But if he did it one too many times it wouldn’t matter. For he wouldn’t stop till he mastered it..
His skin wasn’t very smooth or rough but you wouldn’t expect bones to drill threw if you came across him. Some blood stains still remained from the training but it was a bother for now.
There would be plenty more to come and he couldn’t constantly wipe it away or he would get no training done.
The wind seemed to be absent in the forest it was just the annoying humidity accompanied by the sinking sun. It was close to evening and the warm tempture begin to turn into a chill.
The upper half of his body was bare; with nothing to restrict the bones from leaving the pores in his skin. Once again the bones began to grow from it.
From his back as he slouched over, covering sections of his body at a time. First his arms then his back then his ribs, it was almost if the transformation had stages he had to undergo.
He felt his body pulling the calcium and chakra to the surface of his skin, where it would begin to form the bone that he forced out of the skin. He could feel the calcium gather and help the bones construct themselves with more strength..
If concentrated he could tell that it was a feeling that was there all along, every time he did a technique involving pulling and exerting his bones.
The feeling was rather weird and hard to define. But it definatley wasn’t foreign to his body. As the bones began to rise around her rib cage he ignored the strange feeling. It was something he was used to already.
The bones were jagged, sharp and pointy. Some where even cracked here and there. His skin felt sore and this gave him the idea that maybe he had attempted the technique one too many times today. But if he did it one too many times it wouldn’t matter. For he wouldn’t stop till he mastered it..