Topic: Late Nights

Mint Darkwind

Date: 2015-02-13 20:45 EST
Wearing only a black leotard and tights, the drow bounty hunter practiced her movements on the southern bank of the Rhy'Din river. If it weren't for the twin blades that she held firmly in her hands, her wild and frantic exercises would have almost have resembled a dance. There was some truth to that, as melee combat had often been referred to as "the Dance" by some, but she wasn't particularly one of its subscribers.

The cold evening air didn't bother her much as her rapid movements granted her all of the warmth that she needed. She was alone as usual aside from the imaginary opponents she used to hone her exercises. There had been times she had offered to train someone or let them observe her, but they had never followed through on accepting these offers. She didn't mind, she was used to being alone. It had actually become a comfort in its own right.

So there she twirled, flipped, and spun for several hours, the sun sinking further into the western sea. While she seemed deeply focused on her practice, her senses always extended around her. If someone approached her unexpectedly, she would notice them instantly, hearing their footsteps draw near or even catching their shape in her peripheral vision. Such awareness was necessary in battle.

But, for the moment, she remained alone in the growing night.