you're stronger than you know -- Mistrim

[Mistrim]

MISTRIM

—Tomorrow is another day—
——And you won't have to hide away——

—Mistrim was training...again. She wasnt feeling up to dealing with everyone’s colors since it just made her headaches worse, and training atleast gave her a bit of relief. Of course, afterwards she knew that she would need a bit of time to recover her body instead but bruises, scratches, and soreness was easily more bearable and faster to heal then the migranes she normally got.

Her paws skid along the ground as she ran from one point on the field to the next and then back again. Her legs burned but she kept streamline, her tail was kept straight and her ears flattened. This was only the beginning of her training course. After this, she set up dummies made of twigs and string, a bit prickly but otherwise a good size. She practiced running around them, jumping over them and different manuvers to get to weakspots. Then weight training, then more running. It was nonstop until Mistrim dropped from exhaustion.

But it never felt like it was helping. She never felt any stronger or faster or more agile. It was just temporary work to make her feel like she was doing something. And it was harsh but she continued becuase she couldnt bare to be useless again. She needed to be there to get people out of danger and be fast enough in order to get herself out of the way as well...she shuttered at the uselessness she felt during the battle against The Captain.

She had been training for a while by that point in the day. She didnt normally do so much but Mistrim had lost track of time. She was doing her agility training, making sharp turns in the dirt that scratched at her legs and left a burning sensation from the friction. She tucked and rolled around the target dummies that she had placed around the field.

She didnt expect anyone to come looking for her. Nobody does in any normal situation and Mistrim had thought that she had been around town just enough that people didnt need her for much. She didnt think that they would be worried.

Not about her.

Much less that someone would find her training. It was so unexpected that she didnt even realize that someone was coming up on her clearing. It mustve been a sight, watching her silently leap around the target, swiping at specific points with precision. But it was obvious, Mistrim was tired. Her breathing was ragged and her pauses were getting much longer in between each attack. Still, she didnt stop. She couldnt stop. She had to be strong for Elysium.—

——Elysium — Decurion — Speak in #C2BEEC ——

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