Post by SHALNESHALA on May 17, 2012 20:10:56 GMT -5
Shal had been at this academy for less than a day, and already he was more willing to explore this school than any other schools he attended combined. It was about mid-day when Shal's cane hit a larger door set than any classroom door he went by, flicking his tongue to his lip a few times, the smell of sweat and partial blits of dry blood put him in a sudden daze. He would quickly shake this off and flick his tongue a few more times to note if anyone else was here, But this part of the hallway seemed amazingly empty for the moment. He would pat the door set a few times in order to find a handle, and quickly push himself inside before settling the door into a partial crack.
Feeling a much cooler breeze in here than out there, he would flicker his tongue openly and come to a realization that this was some sort of training dojo.
"Interesting..." He would say to himself as he would put his cane aside on a wall and wander about the room, flickering his tongue about to figure out anything special. Then, the sudden scent of freshly shaped wood would hit his tongue and he would glance almost immediatly towards a rack of practice swords. Wandering in almost a natural snake way towards the weapons rack, his hand would almost instinctively pat around for a handle and grasp it firmly, being careful not to create too much noise, he would guide it out of the rack and into the air in front of him.
Shal would form a slow and wide grin as he would quickly jap and slash at the air in front of him, flickering his tongue a few times more to make sure he was alone. He would smell around the room in order to find a changing room, and once he did he would leave the sword outside and take in the scent of old sweat. Shal would cringe for a moment from the stentch, but quickly straighten back up and flicker his tongue about, he was on a mission.
Shal would wander around each locker row and flicker his tongue at each locker, hoping to find one that was unlocked but had things in it. Then he found it, he could smell cloth inside an unlocked locker and he would quickly yank it open, grasping inside to grab a sort of red robe. Blinking a few moments at what he was holding, he would smell the robe to see if it was even any good, after grasping it firmly, he would flick his tongue in the air, making sure once again that he was alone before changing into the robe.
He felt slightly silly in the robe, but he had other plans for it as he set his hoodie, pants, a long chain with a pendant on the end, and his under clothes beside him on a bench, keeping his blind fold on. He would settle his legs together and concentrate, sitting up straight for extra measures. Shal would sit there for minutes before he would grit his teeth a bit, starting a small quiver in his body as his legs would strangely conform together into one long limb, quickly growing scales from the scaley line of his waist down to the new tip of his tail, groaning loudly in the process from the strange and painful feeling.
After the transformation was complete, he would settle back a bit and pant lightly. Transforming was a pain to him, especially since he had been cooped up for weeks without the change to stretch his tail out. After relaxing for only a few moments, he would muster himself enough to stand up on the belly side of his tail, which he would cringe for a moment before turning around and putting the clothes and chain inside of the locker, being sure to place his hand on it so he would remember which locker it was.
Shal, satisfied would slither himself back out of the training room, stretching out his long tail and grabbing the handle of the sword. Flickering his tongue around in order to spot anything he could swing at, he would smile and note a few training dummys on the wall of the room, "Man, this place has everything!"Shal would chuckle and joke to himself and slither towards one of the dummys, taking slow and careful jabs in order to get used to fencing again.
Feeling a much cooler breeze in here than out there, he would flicker his tongue openly and come to a realization that this was some sort of training dojo.
"Interesting..." He would say to himself as he would put his cane aside on a wall and wander about the room, flickering his tongue about to figure out anything special. Then, the sudden scent of freshly shaped wood would hit his tongue and he would glance almost immediatly towards a rack of practice swords. Wandering in almost a natural snake way towards the weapons rack, his hand would almost instinctively pat around for a handle and grasp it firmly, being careful not to create too much noise, he would guide it out of the rack and into the air in front of him.
Shal would form a slow and wide grin as he would quickly jap and slash at the air in front of him, flickering his tongue a few times more to make sure he was alone. He would smell around the room in order to find a changing room, and once he did he would leave the sword outside and take in the scent of old sweat. Shal would cringe for a moment from the stentch, but quickly straighten back up and flicker his tongue about, he was on a mission.
Shal would wander around each locker row and flicker his tongue at each locker, hoping to find one that was unlocked but had things in it. Then he found it, he could smell cloth inside an unlocked locker and he would quickly yank it open, grasping inside to grab a sort of red robe. Blinking a few moments at what he was holding, he would smell the robe to see if it was even any good, after grasping it firmly, he would flick his tongue in the air, making sure once again that he was alone before changing into the robe.
He felt slightly silly in the robe, but he had other plans for it as he set his hoodie, pants, a long chain with a pendant on the end, and his under clothes beside him on a bench, keeping his blind fold on. He would settle his legs together and concentrate, sitting up straight for extra measures. Shal would sit there for minutes before he would grit his teeth a bit, starting a small quiver in his body as his legs would strangely conform together into one long limb, quickly growing scales from the scaley line of his waist down to the new tip of his tail, groaning loudly in the process from the strange and painful feeling.
After the transformation was complete, he would settle back a bit and pant lightly. Transforming was a pain to him, especially since he had been cooped up for weeks without the change to stretch his tail out. After relaxing for only a few moments, he would muster himself enough to stand up on the belly side of his tail, which he would cringe for a moment before turning around and putting the clothes and chain inside of the locker, being sure to place his hand on it so he would remember which locker it was.
Shal, satisfied would slither himself back out of the training room, stretching out his long tail and grabbing the handle of the sword. Flickering his tongue around in order to spot anything he could swing at, he would smile and note a few training dummys on the wall of the room, "Man, this place has everything!"Shal would chuckle and joke to himself and slither towards one of the dummys, taking slow and careful jabs in order to get used to fencing again.
