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Date Posted: 23:41:13 09/06/03 Sat
Author: Edo Ikari
Subject: Within Penda

The sun shone through the small window, casting a pale, early-morning glow to the room as the satyr moved through it; his hooves thumping soundly on the wooden floors. He paused a moment and stretched, feeling the subtle ache in his bones that reminded him that he was, indeed, still a grump and continued through the room. He always enjoyed this part of the day, even if he knew that it would only go worse from here, leaving the day to end in the soft glow of darkness.

Sighing faintly, he hefted the worn pommel of the bokken into his hands, feeling the familar wieght of the wooden sword in his hands as he started the kata; moving through technique after technique. It was in these motions he could feel the strength and sinew pumping through his, as yet unclothed form, and could lose the weight that had laid upon his shoulders for years.

The wooden blade turned, as he brought his mind fully into the zen meditation, letting the motions flow from him, as opposed to the control of his limbs. It had been this that let him strike, and strike well, in the many battles he had faced in his younger years, but then, he had been within his Tragos....

Sighing, Ikari nudged the thoughts of days past from his mind and set the bokken back on the rack. With a perfunctory motion, he crossed the room, taking out the kimono and hakama, and dressed quickly. It was a comfortable feeling; the silk clothing wrapped around him as he turned, facing the large rack on the alter next to his futon bed. Bowing, he uttered a silent prayer to his ancestors for peace as he took the bejewled katana from the rack, sliding the scabbarded blade into his sash and walking to the doorway.

The day was still quiet as he slipped the cloak around him, focusing and feeling the glamour flicker around him in the odd tingling sense as he felt his shape change. The cloak would hide anything, even the large blade as he moved, no longer clomping on the hooves of a satyr, but moving slowly; the worn boots of a traveller and long white beard flowing out from underneath the cloak's hood the only thing visible to any who would see him.

His gaze drifted skywards, admiring the peace and stillness of the morning.

He knew it would never last.

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