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Date Posted: 04:09:05 08/15/03 Fri
[ the boy remained well back from the designated clearing. physically, the Masked Fighter had healed him, but he was mentally exaushted. despite his recent "victory" his mood was sinking into depression...he shouldn't have really won that match anyway. or the one before it. what was the point anyway? much as he hated Ravyn, Briar's sinking emotions were making him feel just plain lousy. he leaned back against the tree. 'what the hell is wrong with me?' was a question he repeatedly asked himself. the boy's left hand went to his temple, and suddenly he lashed out, striking a tree with his foot, then his fists. it hurt but he didn't care, and the thief managed to partially hold in a scream of frusteration before dropping to the ground, the three offending limbs bloodied. again, he reclined against the tree, but his muscles were taut and he wasn't relaxing. his breathing was labored now, his face marked with sweat, and his hair tousled into a mess. his fingers dug into the grass at his sides and clenched till his knuckles went white, gritting his teeth. again the assault on the things around him ceased and he remained where he was, the heaving rise and fall of his chest along with his inhaling and exhaling being the only distrubances in the wood-it seemed the noise had temporairly silenced the animals and folk of the trees.
it was like...Briar kept all his emotions bottled and hidden under the mask of a cocky, outgoing, smart-alecky teanager, and when he was alone, he exploded as each one got loose.
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