73 Frost, Year 123
[Closed - Solo]
One of the habits Hilana had gotten herself into when she had first come to the city had been to get herself a good canvas bag of sand and the ability to hang it in the stable behind the apartment building in order to use it as a target when it came to hitting things. With how busy she got, she knew she neglected what really should have been a daily, or at the very least, every other day, practice. It was a good workout, and the bag of sand offered the resistance she needed to help build muscles when it came to its weight. But it was also a great way to burn off excess energy when her paramours were busy, and it allowed her to spend some time near a bunch of animals beyond the scaly ones upstairs.
But she and Lia were also in close quarters, and while they got on well, they still had their own idiosyncrasies, and space was needed. But in that two-bedroom apartment, one of which was full to the brim with venomous serpents... space was at a premium. It was easier for Hilana to let Lia have the living room while she went out and about. Normally, that wasn't a problem because Hilana did have a very active social life. Work at two places, multiple lessons... but it was trickier now, and that found her in the stable with her large punching bag.
She had swapped her long skirts for one of her pairs of riding trousers with the skirt over it, if only to free up her legs while she kept her weight and balance steady with the bag. Dive off of one foot, strike with the opposite hand. Everything that way was backwards, from the momentum gathered to how you hit.
[Closed - Solo]
One of the habits Hilana had gotten herself into when she had first come to the city had been to get herself a good canvas bag of sand and the ability to hang it in the stable behind the apartment building in order to use it as a target when it came to hitting things. With how busy she got, she knew she neglected what really should have been a daily, or at the very least, every other day, practice. It was a good workout, and the bag of sand offered the resistance she needed to help build muscles when it came to its weight. But it was also a great way to burn off excess energy when her paramours were busy, and it allowed her to spend some time near a bunch of animals beyond the scaly ones upstairs.
But she and Lia were also in close quarters, and while they got on well, they still had their own idiosyncrasies, and space was needed. But in that two-bedroom apartment, one of which was full to the brim with venomous serpents... space was at a premium. It was easier for Hilana to let Lia have the living room while she went out and about. Normally, that wasn't a problem because Hilana did have a very active social life. Work at two places, multiple lessons... but it was trickier now, and that found her in the stable with her large punching bag.
She had swapped her long skirts for one of her pairs of riding trousers with the skirt over it, if only to free up her legs while she kept her weight and balance steady with the bag. Dive off of one foot, strike with the opposite hand. Everything that way was backwards, from the momentum gathered to how you hit.