3rd Trial of Ashan, the Rebirth Cycle 722
-‡- It was later into the morning, the sun had already filled his chamber with its brilliance that enlightened all that was beyond the stoned entryway into his home. The main chamber had little furniture at all, but was more of a respite from his duties, and his trade in leather and hunting. The scent of leather was normal for him to breathe in. Leather he had tooled and skinned himself in prior trials when he'd returned to Athart. Furs were still adorning the cavernous floor beyond him, giving a few layers of comfort to the human slave girl who was passed out and acquiring rest that aided in maintaining her beauty.
Coroth had decided that it was time to get serious about evolving his weaknesses. The past week or two he had begun exercising more. Deciding that the exercises he did were building up his muscles, but they decreased in size again before the next week when he'd do the set of exercises again. So he added another day to his exercise routine, and mixed in a few exercises which he had discovered boosted the size of the muscles upon his scrawny birdlike frame. After a week or two of that, he discovered it was better to do some exercises twice a week. But which ones were best to repeat?
Even now, he was hovering over the cool stone floor of the chamber. His fists were pressed against the ground. He was adding these to his routine, growing more serious, he decided to do them nearly every day. When he was done with a handful of push-ups, muscles were felt straining, and hardening . There was a point that he could not do more than just a few at a time, it was as he started these exercises, and began to recognize which muscles they tightened up, that he'd stop and change to another exercise. Another exercise that worked another part of his body.
He had spent some time with the Shadow wings. When they were away from Athart, during their free time, many of the older ones were keen to working out for a few hours. During those times, Coroth watched, and picked up a few exercises. Adding the ones he could to his own routine. But some were too complex, and way too difficult for him to even get into the position to perform.
With his birdlike physique, he had little to no fat upon his tummy like most humans collected. Yet there was little but flesh and a thin layer of unbuilt muscle he strained and discovered ways to work on and targeted to build. It was a time consuming process, one that he had to devote himself to. His mindset had to take on a more disciplined way of thinking to even commit himself to the routine that was becoming necessary if he was going to work himself into a stronger physique.
The young avriel thus stood up, muscles trembling, and heated up from the exercises he'd just performed. His breaths were rugged and exhaling into the chamber loud enough that he knew would be pressing into lolas sleep, if she was sleeping. Eyes of those syrupy ambers shifted from the solidity of the stone floor below him to the half-clothed youth in the dark furs beyond. She seemed resting still, unmoving. Yet as his eyes moved along the length of her arm to the bared dip of her shoulder. The shift of her dark tresses slid slowly out of the way to fall behind her. Her features keenly were drawn towards him with the slowing of a smirk that musedly took him into her own viewing.
Almost as if to avoid her criticism, or to hide his own attentions upon her in a wager of shyness, he lowered himself to the floor again. Pressing against it one time and sending his feet straight out and beneath him. His breath ruggedly passed out of his lungs, his arms strained with a trembling urge to collapse. Before they did, he pulled his feet back up beneath him. His knees being shuffled below his chest so he could stand again. Relieving his arms of the strain and the light weight of his avriel figure. Using his own body to give his muscles pressure to build against. Such was one of those exercises he could barely do at all.