Dynamic Wounded Pose Reference Novels & Stories

"Are you sure you should be doing these advanced poses? You don't want to pull a stitch or anything." "You know my stitches were removed last week," she said, standing back away from him so that she could try her pose without hitting him. "Okay--you don't want to reopen a wound then." "I'm fine, River," she told him, but he did have a point. She should be more careful. No super advanced poses that day. She stood on one leg and pulled her other one up behind her, striking King Dancer Pose, and held it for sixty seconds. Then, she put her other foot down, and River started clapping. "Well done!" he said.

She closed her eyes and counted her blessings, giving thanks for all the things in her life that she loved. She needed strength and unwavering determination today, so she decided to focus on standing positions that demanded perfect balance: The Triangle, The Half-Moon, The Tree, The Eagle, The Prayer. And of course, Warrior I and Warrior II, those beautiful, elegant positions that are like poetry written with the body.

“Piece of cake.” From there, she led him into sort of a lunge position she called “warrior one,” and then, deepening the lunge, she brought her arms down to shoulder level and extended them straight in front and behind her. “Welcome to warrior two.” Mimicking the pose, he felt the beginning of a burn in the thigh of his bent leg and the calf of his extended leg. She circled him and inspected his effort. Something about the feel of her eyes on him got his chi flowing—straight between his legs.

"We crawl. Fast. The secondary collapse on the surface is creating a ripple effect down here. This entire section could implode at any moment." As if emphasizing her point, another tremor shook the space, sending a fresh shower of dust and pebbles cascading around them. "Ready?" she asked, positioning herself to leverage the slab. Alex met her gaze steadily. "With you? Always." Something flickered in Sonia's eyes—vulnerability quickly masked by professional focus. "One... two... three!" With strength that belied her frame, she heaved upward on the concrete slab. Pain exploded through Alex's lower body as he dragged himself forward, every movement agony against his injured legs.