- MorpheusDavolSeasoned Member
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Wed Sep 27, 2017 9:12 pm
Song: Megalovania REMIX - Artist: - Words: N/A
Abalia. That name was enthralling for the male. Even now he was allowing her his time of day to conduct her training. The like minded woman was absolutely falling into the category as a future leader of Vastime, including a friend. But he was her superior thus he had taken it upon himself to personally oversee her training, she required a more involved hand to craft her budding morals and ideals of Vastime.
If she could survive, if she could find that which would strengthen her resolve she would find her power increasing exponentially. But should she fail to find that resolve, to let his expectations fall flat she would only find a glorious death. If one could call it that. But all that was null for at this moment they stood within the Savanna of Vastime, the heat beating down upon their forms as FOR MILES nothing but grass and the nature surronded them.
"Today we start the first day of your regime. You know what I expect, but I look forward to seeing ou exceed those. As you know, failure is simply not an option." The male commented as he looked around, he was wearing his traditional shinigami robes which where not quite as traditional as one might expect, they where vibrant and colorful. The design of a water stream with a koi traveling on it among other floral designs was a unique contrast to his bronzed scarred skin.
However, with the heat the man would grip the upper portion of the cloth undoing it so only the lower half remained. His feet beginning to kick of the sandals which he wore as he looked at her. If they where to be training with the earth, he wished to be as close as possible.
"A small history lesson, our nation beginnings begin from a small greek tribe. The Macto clan which I am an original descendant. This clan in the ye olden days where granted supernatural abilities to interact with Mother Earth, their technical pagan god. All modern Vastimians derive their power from the Vastimian gene, which allows them to tap into the fundemental forces of nature among other things." The male would explain this as his hand outstretched and an orb of lighting crackled around his fingers tips before dispersing.
Lightning. It was a fitting element for the king to use.
"I will grant you this gene, but you must first commune with the land before us. You must survive it. This tradition has long been since abandoned for quicker means, but this method allows one to truly begin to understand their powers and their will." He explained as his eyes closed taking a deep breath, for the male he could feel the multitude of energies and lives within the area- not humans but from the trees to the beetles within the ground.
"So Abalia, your first lesson is a simple one. Survive. Here. I will act as your faithful observer. Once I deem you have learned something of importance I will move to the next stage. Listen to the world. Commune with it. Gather your mind. Mediatate. Think. Act." The words became increasingly simple as the male closed his eyes crossing his eyes, it was up to her what to decide next on this sprirutual and physical pilgrimage.
"Lead us. The sun is rising and soon it will be at full height. If you don't find shade soon or water you may find your journey stopped short."
Thus the first test of the ancients begin. Should she prove worthy she would learn of her Vastimian nature along with perhaps unlocking ancient secrets of Vastime. After all, she didn't even know of the Gates of release yet.
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