Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 17:46:17 GMT
The morning air had coolness about it; the sun was on the rise as the horizon was peeking over the top of trees. Winter was just passing through the small forested area in which Zilo lived. Groaning awake the young man would look around slightly at the logged cabin. If there was one thing he missed… It was the simple fact of being able to wake up in a nice cozy bed, with the heater in the house warming the outside air. But here in his grandpa’s small little shack. All there was for heat, was a small fire chamber, that had been left unused for a day or two now. Zilo had forgotten to chop the wood outside to keep it going. With no preparations the young boy had a long day ahead of him. “Boy grandpa… If you were here now, I wonder what you’d do this time…”
Remembering all the times his grandpa had warned not to let the fire vanish. It was when he was gone did the boy finally let it go out. When the older man had been alive, if Zilo had slacked even in one general area, it was a fight and boy did he come out bloody. Now it seemed as if he had been wishing for something to happen to him that was like this. Probably cause he missed the old man, and somewhere didn’t believe that he was dead. But in all reality, the old man’s tomb was freshly buried at the side of the lodge. It was his final wish to be buried beside his home. As it was, even onto death the old man had been stubborn. Finally his parents had given in to his wishes and buried him on the east side, probably no more than fifty feet away.
A small sigh left Zilo as he stood up to look around the small lodge. The first order of duty was to make sure everything was clean. Cause dust and wood shavings that fell from the wood all around him, could cause a fire to go rampant, should he allow dust and wood shavings pile up enough around the first place. And should that happen, he didn’t need to explain it to anyone, the entire house was made of wood. Starting on his daily activities, Zilo grabbed the small rag out of the corner chest, and began to work. Between scrubbing the walls and the floors, one would complain of their arms hurting, or perhaps their legs when squatting or sitting on a knee. But to Zilo it had all been training, remembering what his grandpa had told him about the manual labor he had the young man do.
“This may seem like it’s torture but, I am simply making sure your body is able to handle the stress put on it, due to Muay Thai fighting.” And the old man had been right. From being on one’s knee for so long, they grew a tough skin material called calluses , this was important for a Muay Thai fighter simply because they use every part of their body as a weapon. The calluses allowed for one to strike much harder, while receiving less damage to the body part. So developing them on the knees, hands, and elbows had been an important task. But to form calluses, one went through what seemed to be unnatural torture, and he often complained about child laborer laws. And each time his grandpa had gave him a cool response about how he could return back to his parents if he wanted to. Nothing had been keeping him here.
Finishing with cleaning, Zilo stood up and stretched his aching legs. It didn’t matter how many times he did that in the past, if cold air was in play, everyone would have muscle tightening into position to keep them warm. It was a natural reaction that the body of humans and beings alike shared. A horse would also tighten up in the cold, and sometimes due to those tightening muscle, it had killed them cause they couldn’t move to stay warm. Turning towards the door, Zilo headed outside. His outfit was blowing around his body, the chiseled chest of his in the pure cold air, a red tattoo stretching down his left side, had been his Grandpa’s mark. It had been a symbol of a Muay Thai fighters essence, and once earned one could proudly call themselves a Martial artist. Or so his grandpa had stated to him.
Walking over to the logs, Zilo pulled one up on top of the stump they had constantly used. Now the strange part start here, Zilo’s hand went straight down, splitting the board in two. When he had first started this part of training, all Zilo had managed to do was cut and get splinters within his hands. But because his grandpa had made him practice each and every day, his hands had hardened due to the constant splintering and cuts. This process was a much faster one then cleaning the house, and you were constantly moving your legs to move for another piece of wood. The process of chopping enough wood for inside was simple, it would only take the young man about ten minutes getting the fire set up, and then starting it. Gathering up the pieces he had chopped, Zilo head back inside of the house, placing the wood within the fire chamber.
With a fire going, the nice aroma of burning wood, anyone could relate to was a peaceful smell. And held an enticing little hold on the user senses, especially in his case the fire made his stomach growl loud and obnoxious. Growling to himself to be quiet, Zilo stood up looking around. The house would be fine at the moment, and the fire had been in place. It was time for him to go hunting… And the man was hungry so whatever poor creature that had decided to charge him today, would be his meal. Nothing was going to escape his grip today. Unlike in the past, when sometimes a strange creature would come out, and Zilo refused to eat it, simply cause it had smelt bad, or it looked like something out of a story book. Picking up a small hunting knife, that was used for skinning and boning an animal Zilo headed out.
Heading into the forest, one wouldn’t see where the young man had disappeared too, simply because he would flow in an out of the bushes, before stopping here and there, looking for prey. At least it seemed this way, Zilo’s grandpa had taught him to use this trick, to find other hunters that had been on his land. And it was a nice way of getting rid of them, when you’re suddenly talking to them, and they hadn’t noticed your entrance. Satisfied that there had been no hunters around the forest, Zilo decided to head to the small clearing that held most of the game. It had been a sacred area for him and his grandpa, also their training ground after they had successfully gained a meal. It was a way to earn your meal. And such Zilo had gone several nights without eating due to being bad at fighting.
Standing in the center of the clearing, the wind picked up brushing the leaves and dirt away from Zilo. The trees began swaying slightly. Closing his eyes, Zilo let his ears pick up on sounds around him. Suddenly a small brush began to wiggle to his right. It hadn’t been disturbed by the wind, thus giving away whatever animal had been lurking behind it. Picking up a stick, Zilo launched it into the brush. But no sooner then he heard a solid clunk, a giant roar filled the area. Snapping his head back in the direction he had thrown the stick. A sight that made his heart drop had come in view. A big hairy creature had come running out. On the ground the top of its back had reached about eight feet. Suddenly stopping in front of Zilo the being stood up. And if the eight feet wasn’t enough to scare him before, the creature now stood about a height of fourteen feet. Starring down at the young man The creatures claws had been at least a good six inches each, it’s paws as big as Zilo’s own head.
Letting out a small groan, Zilo had gotten himself in a sticky situation, he was now face to face with a mountain black grizzly. The creatures where very territorial, and had probably come to the clearing because it provided sunlight, along with prey that it could eat. The fangs of the beast let out a small snarl. Each tooth had been at least five or six inches long within its mouth. The amount of fur and muscle on the being probably weighed the giant beast at near eighteen hundred pounds. Or maybe larger in this case, Either way it had been an unpleasant sight for him. Without thinking, Zilo had already gone into his Muay Thai stance, his arm raised up like a boxers. His legs bent like a Tae kwon do user. And his weight on his back foot, like a chi user for escape.
Muay Thai had been a creation for killing during the Chinese war, it had taken all of the original styles, and combined each and every one of their killing moves into one deadly art. Taking a small breath Zilo steady his heartbeat as a paw came slashing towards him, knowing that he held no match against such a massive force of weight and muscle, Zilo’s foot had allowed him to back pedal away from the strike, just barely out of reach of the massive creature. Taking his momentum, Zilo placed a foot on the ground behind him, causing some dirt to fly up as the massive creature struck again. Zilo’s body bent forward and weaved under the arm. His elbow coming up in a slight arc as Ki exploded from it. As the strike hit the bear Zilo had said something. “Otu…” As the young male spun around again, his Knee came up into the bears massive stomach.
“Ka…” As he landed, Zilo spun once more, a small cut appearing on his chest down to his waist, as he avoided a massive paw trying to gut him. Before letting out a small growl, reaching up Zilo grabbed the bears massive head, bringing the rest of his body up towards it. His knee colliding with the bears nuzzle, and a loud audible pop as the creatures nose broke, and then a sudden explosion coming out from the three places Zilo had hit. “SHEN!” as the last word left his mouth, the explosions went throughout the body of the bear. The sudden twisting nature through the bear down on the ground, temporary paralyzed from the attacks. Looking over to Zilo, one would see him looking up at the sky with his eyes close. A small prayer escaping his lips, once he had finished Zilo walked over towards the bear and braced it’s head between his two knees. With a fast jerking movement of his body, the neck let out an audible crack and pop underneath his own weight, and the pressure his knee’s had created of the sudden twisting motion.
Standing up slightly, Zilo let out a small sigh. It was unpleasant to kill such a strong creature, though his grandpa had told him. Even though some bears wondered here on their own, killing them was a must, but also a sadness for getting rid of a creature that had been built for killing. And had an instinct that could not be stopped, but now though… as Zilo thought of it, he had dinner and a meal for a few days. Leaning down Zilo began the gruesome work, of removing the fur, and cleaning the bear. As it laid there, it seemed to be at peace.
Remembering all the times his grandpa had warned not to let the fire vanish. It was when he was gone did the boy finally let it go out. When the older man had been alive, if Zilo had slacked even in one general area, it was a fight and boy did he come out bloody. Now it seemed as if he had been wishing for something to happen to him that was like this. Probably cause he missed the old man, and somewhere didn’t believe that he was dead. But in all reality, the old man’s tomb was freshly buried at the side of the lodge. It was his final wish to be buried beside his home. As it was, even onto death the old man had been stubborn. Finally his parents had given in to his wishes and buried him on the east side, probably no more than fifty feet away.
A small sigh left Zilo as he stood up to look around the small lodge. The first order of duty was to make sure everything was clean. Cause dust and wood shavings that fell from the wood all around him, could cause a fire to go rampant, should he allow dust and wood shavings pile up enough around the first place. And should that happen, he didn’t need to explain it to anyone, the entire house was made of wood. Starting on his daily activities, Zilo grabbed the small rag out of the corner chest, and began to work. Between scrubbing the walls and the floors, one would complain of their arms hurting, or perhaps their legs when squatting or sitting on a knee. But to Zilo it had all been training, remembering what his grandpa had told him about the manual labor he had the young man do.
“This may seem like it’s torture but, I am simply making sure your body is able to handle the stress put on it, due to Muay Thai fighting.” And the old man had been right. From being on one’s knee for so long, they grew a tough skin material called calluses , this was important for a Muay Thai fighter simply because they use every part of their body as a weapon. The calluses allowed for one to strike much harder, while receiving less damage to the body part. So developing them on the knees, hands, and elbows had been an important task. But to form calluses, one went through what seemed to be unnatural torture, and he often complained about child laborer laws. And each time his grandpa had gave him a cool response about how he could return back to his parents if he wanted to. Nothing had been keeping him here.
Finishing with cleaning, Zilo stood up and stretched his aching legs. It didn’t matter how many times he did that in the past, if cold air was in play, everyone would have muscle tightening into position to keep them warm. It was a natural reaction that the body of humans and beings alike shared. A horse would also tighten up in the cold, and sometimes due to those tightening muscle, it had killed them cause they couldn’t move to stay warm. Turning towards the door, Zilo headed outside. His outfit was blowing around his body, the chiseled chest of his in the pure cold air, a red tattoo stretching down his left side, had been his Grandpa’s mark. It had been a symbol of a Muay Thai fighters essence, and once earned one could proudly call themselves a Martial artist. Or so his grandpa had stated to him.
Walking over to the logs, Zilo pulled one up on top of the stump they had constantly used. Now the strange part start here, Zilo’s hand went straight down, splitting the board in two. When he had first started this part of training, all Zilo had managed to do was cut and get splinters within his hands. But because his grandpa had made him practice each and every day, his hands had hardened due to the constant splintering and cuts. This process was a much faster one then cleaning the house, and you were constantly moving your legs to move for another piece of wood. The process of chopping enough wood for inside was simple, it would only take the young man about ten minutes getting the fire set up, and then starting it. Gathering up the pieces he had chopped, Zilo head back inside of the house, placing the wood within the fire chamber.
With a fire going, the nice aroma of burning wood, anyone could relate to was a peaceful smell. And held an enticing little hold on the user senses, especially in his case the fire made his stomach growl loud and obnoxious. Growling to himself to be quiet, Zilo stood up looking around. The house would be fine at the moment, and the fire had been in place. It was time for him to go hunting… And the man was hungry so whatever poor creature that had decided to charge him today, would be his meal. Nothing was going to escape his grip today. Unlike in the past, when sometimes a strange creature would come out, and Zilo refused to eat it, simply cause it had smelt bad, or it looked like something out of a story book. Picking up a small hunting knife, that was used for skinning and boning an animal Zilo headed out.
Heading into the forest, one wouldn’t see where the young man had disappeared too, simply because he would flow in an out of the bushes, before stopping here and there, looking for prey. At least it seemed this way, Zilo’s grandpa had taught him to use this trick, to find other hunters that had been on his land. And it was a nice way of getting rid of them, when you’re suddenly talking to them, and they hadn’t noticed your entrance. Satisfied that there had been no hunters around the forest, Zilo decided to head to the small clearing that held most of the game. It had been a sacred area for him and his grandpa, also their training ground after they had successfully gained a meal. It was a way to earn your meal. And such Zilo had gone several nights without eating due to being bad at fighting.
Standing in the center of the clearing, the wind picked up brushing the leaves and dirt away from Zilo. The trees began swaying slightly. Closing his eyes, Zilo let his ears pick up on sounds around him. Suddenly a small brush began to wiggle to his right. It hadn’t been disturbed by the wind, thus giving away whatever animal had been lurking behind it. Picking up a stick, Zilo launched it into the brush. But no sooner then he heard a solid clunk, a giant roar filled the area. Snapping his head back in the direction he had thrown the stick. A sight that made his heart drop had come in view. A big hairy creature had come running out. On the ground the top of its back had reached about eight feet. Suddenly stopping in front of Zilo the being stood up. And if the eight feet wasn’t enough to scare him before, the creature now stood about a height of fourteen feet. Starring down at the young man The creatures claws had been at least a good six inches each, it’s paws as big as Zilo’s own head.
Letting out a small groan, Zilo had gotten himself in a sticky situation, he was now face to face with a mountain black grizzly. The creatures where very territorial, and had probably come to the clearing because it provided sunlight, along with prey that it could eat. The fangs of the beast let out a small snarl. Each tooth had been at least five or six inches long within its mouth. The amount of fur and muscle on the being probably weighed the giant beast at near eighteen hundred pounds. Or maybe larger in this case, Either way it had been an unpleasant sight for him. Without thinking, Zilo had already gone into his Muay Thai stance, his arm raised up like a boxers. His legs bent like a Tae kwon do user. And his weight on his back foot, like a chi user for escape.
Muay Thai had been a creation for killing during the Chinese war, it had taken all of the original styles, and combined each and every one of their killing moves into one deadly art. Taking a small breath Zilo steady his heartbeat as a paw came slashing towards him, knowing that he held no match against such a massive force of weight and muscle, Zilo’s foot had allowed him to back pedal away from the strike, just barely out of reach of the massive creature. Taking his momentum, Zilo placed a foot on the ground behind him, causing some dirt to fly up as the massive creature struck again. Zilo’s body bent forward and weaved under the arm. His elbow coming up in a slight arc as Ki exploded from it. As the strike hit the bear Zilo had said something. “Otu…” As the young male spun around again, his Knee came up into the bears massive stomach.
“Ka…” As he landed, Zilo spun once more, a small cut appearing on his chest down to his waist, as he avoided a massive paw trying to gut him. Before letting out a small growl, reaching up Zilo grabbed the bears massive head, bringing the rest of his body up towards it. His knee colliding with the bears nuzzle, and a loud audible pop as the creatures nose broke, and then a sudden explosion coming out from the three places Zilo had hit. “SHEN!” as the last word left his mouth, the explosions went throughout the body of the bear. The sudden twisting nature through the bear down on the ground, temporary paralyzed from the attacks. Looking over to Zilo, one would see him looking up at the sky with his eyes close. A small prayer escaping his lips, once he had finished Zilo walked over towards the bear and braced it’s head between his two knees. With a fast jerking movement of his body, the neck let out an audible crack and pop underneath his own weight, and the pressure his knee’s had created of the sudden twisting motion.
Standing up slightly, Zilo let out a small sigh. It was unpleasant to kill such a strong creature, though his grandpa had told him. Even though some bears wondered here on their own, killing them was a must, but also a sadness for getting rid of a creature that had been built for killing. And had an instinct that could not be stopped, but now though… as Zilo thought of it, he had dinner and a meal for a few days. Leaning down Zilo began the gruesome work, of removing the fur, and cleaning the bear. As it laid there, it seemed to be at peace.