Refreshing

'There is nothing as refreshing as this,' Gazelle thought as he laid in the large oak tree at the edge of the forest. The sun was set up high but the large and looming branches of the tree shaded him nicely and the breeze cooled off any sweat left from his walk out.

He had just escaped the clutches of his elder sister for scaring costumers off again. Something about it being bad for business. Gazelle didn't care if people came to the shop or not, as long as he got to do what he enjoyed, train. Gazelle trained so much so that it seemed like a religion to him. Many thought he was just training to be prepared to enlist in the Empire's Military, but Gazelle had much higher ambitions than that.

He wanted to live a fairly simple life. Being a nomad and traveling where ever he pleased. No one would bother him and if they did he could defend himself quiet well. He was sick of the ridge rules of society or the demands the Empire placed on it's people and he just wanted out.

In a sense training gave him a way out. Not for the pay off that would come in the future but for the now. It let him escape into his own world of burning muscle, fierce determination and solitude. He enjoyed the fact that no one bothered him when they saw that sword in his hand. And that no one dare approach when he managed to find a wrestling partner stupid enough to think that had a shot at him. The only one who dared to interrupt was his sister Rhapsody. Not even her husband had tried to interrupt when he first saw that cold look smoothed across Gazelle's face.

It was refreshing to know he had at least one escape for the time being.