May 22, 2014
Starter.(( one of my other characters))
The young being, looking about 19, was hitting the punching bag roughly. His knuckles burning at the rough contact with the fabric of the tool. His loose clothing moving wildly as he’s hit and roughly beat upon the bag. His eyes were deep with concentration and his fists tensed tightly. His entire body seemed rigid as he released powerful hit after hit. His eyes never left the bag as he spoke, swinging heavily at the bag. “What do you want. Can’t you see I’m busy.” He spoke with a cold tone, venom practically dripping off every word as he spoke to the other being that had walked up towards him.