<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YBGoEQP.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Bullinda Holstein<br/><strong>Monster: </strong>Minotaur<br/><strong>Age: </strong>19<br/><strong>Day and Time:</strong>Week 1 - Monday Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Track<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Piper, open<br/><hr/><br/>Shoes? Check<br/><br/>Water? Check<br/><br/>Inspirational Music? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhlPAj38rHc) Double Check!<br/><br/>The blazing red bull of monster high had all the ingredients needed to start her morning routine, standing at the start of the track cracking her joints and loosely hopping from one foot to the other. While one probably wouldn't assume it from looking at her, Bullinda made her regular run every morning, the warm up for her extensive boxing training. With practiced grace she knelt down, her shorts sliding enticingly up her thighs as her leg slide back into a runner's starting position, and as those triumphant horns began to blare through her ear buds she took off like a bullet, powerful muscles flexing strong beneath layers of softness. Despite her thick build and even thicker curves the red headed minotaur was actually a bit of a cardio monster (in addition to being a regular monster), clearing two whole laps before starting to break a sweat. Though speaking of curves, her sports bra was trying, and failing, with all it's might to contain the girl's...."considerable" bosom, her massive breasts bouncing and trembling with each step, providing quite the distraction for some of the more pent up football players.<br/><br/>As she did her laps she happened to notice the siren girl, Piper, stretching out in the grass. Bullinda offered the girl a casual wave as she ran by, and after a few more laps finally slowed down to a stop on the track a few feet away from her, "hufh...mornin'..." Bullinda spoke softly, breath heavy, sweat glistening in the morning sun as it traced down across the curves of her body. Despite the aloof, "tough girl" demeanor she carried, Bullinda was infamously soft spoken, rarely offering more than  a few words unless the situation called for it. Still as she straightened herself up and wiped her hand up through her crimson bangs she never the less offered Piper a small smile and another wave, her equivalent of an excited, bubbly greeting.