Dynamic Wounded Pose Reference Novels & Stories

“Let me see your fighting stance.” I spread my legs out a bit and raised my fists. Jaxon smiled before he came to lift one of my fists and lower the other. He pushed my leg forward and out before making me lower myself. “Good. I want you to remember this pose. It lets you channel your energy flowing through your body. And it keeps you firmly rooted to the ground.” Jaxon said. I nodded, mentally picturing the stance.

The kind that doesn’t come in a first-name-basis and safe-word crash course. “Once you lock this side,” Graham continues, looping around her torso with a practiced flick of his wrist, “you’ll want to create counterbalance here—” he pauses, looking over his shoulder at the audience, “—assuming your partner doesn’t wriggle too much.” A few chuckles ripple through the crowd. Even his demo partner smiles, shoulders relaxing. Someone up front raises a hand. "What if the bottom has a shoulder injury? Can you modify?"

"Then greet your mother properly." Alexander's face scrunched with effort. He was attempting what looked like tree pose. One foot pressed against the inside of his opposite knee. Arms stretched overhead. Wobbling. Ethan was beside him in the same pose. Not wobbling. Perfectly still. Madison was on his other side. Her tree pose was less certain than Ethan's but more stable than Alexander's. And Kyle. He was in downward dog. His hands were flat on the mat, fingers spread wide. His hips were lifted, forming an inverted V with his body. His heels reached toward the floor but didn't quite touch.

It was a scorpion pose. A pose in gymnastics and probably ballet where the leg is lifted from behind and made to touch the head. I held her while I pulled down my underwear, exposing my seven inches long dick. “Remember the safe word baby?” I breathed heavily on her neck and stood her by the wall, using mg hands to rub in between her thigh. “The safe word is green water.” “That is my girl “ I lifted her legs and wrapped it around my torso, my fingers playing with her thighs and her leg.

“We’ll start simple. Just follow my lead.” The first few poses weren’t so bad—just stretching, bending, holding my balance. I could handle that. But then he had me try something he called a “warrior pose,” and my legs immediately began to tremble. “This feels wrong,” I muttered, wobbling. “I don’t think so,” he whispered. I tried to hold the pose, but my foot slipped, and I nearly toppled sideways. Liam caught me by the waist, steadying me with ease. His hands were warm, firm, grounding.

He instructed and I did. Shutting my eyes closed, as I focused on my breathing. I felt a bit relaxed. "Alright, let's move on to the Cat-Cow pose. Get down on all fours, arch your back like a cat, and then gently lower your belly like a cow. It's a nice stretch for your spine." He instructed again. Getting down on my hands and knees, I tried arching my back but it was a bit uneasy, I have never been in such position. “Do you have an issue with your temporal lobes!” He growled and I could feel my body wobbled.

“Ready for your first session? We’ll start with mobility and form work.” He nodded, his gaze slowly raking over her fitted black sports bra and tight leggings. They began with dynamic stretches. Aria demonstrated each movement, her body moving fluidly. When it was his turn, she stepped close to correct his posture, her hands lightly touching his shoulders and hips. The contact felt electric. As she guided him through a deep lunge stretch, her body pressed against his side. Damien’s hand brushed the small of her back, lingering longer than necessary. “You’re very hands-on,” he murmured, voice low.

Because no matter how hard I try to get rid of the dark, clouded aurora that last night in North Carolina left behind, it still lingers in my mind about the chaos and disaster we left behind at Oliver Epps's birthday party. "Sun salutation," I instruct to myself. I stretch my arms above my head and behind my shoulders into "waterfall" pose before bringing them in front of me, touching my toes, then at my sides while my legs stretch out into high plank, which is indubitably me just lying on the ground since I have no upper body strength whatsoever to hold myself up. When I push my arms straight and curve my back into "cobra," I then push into "downward dog" and exhale slowly.

Andrew insisted that I come over to the mansion the next day. He wanted to teach me some techniques for helping me control my wolf when under duress. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but yoga was not it. “Make sure that the point of your front knee aligns with your toes,” he said as he ran his hands over me, adjusting my form. “And turn your back foot like this…yes, that’s better. Align your hips like this…there you go.”

He started flailing his arms around while trying to explain something and started to move his head in a right and left direction, nodding a no. What on earth are they talking about? I thought. After their quarrel, I saw Lord Higgins sighing and within a blink of an eye, he disappeared or shall I say that he ran very fast as I could see a sort of fast and blur movement and through that path of the movement, the grass from the ground danced too fast and the mud went flying in those paths. Hmm, fast as Flash from DC comics. That was a good power.