Re: CONGREGATIO AD OCCIDENTEM
Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2024 10:55 pm
Typical mornings were oft followed with restful nights in his prior life, but Lykos had only found that a faucet of his mortal coil prior to the awakening he'd experienced. While sparse throughout the night the moments of rest he found in his meditations proved enough, at least, when it came to managing both his focus and energy on the task that remained ahead of him for the day. And what's more, a hearty meal in the morning would only bolster that effort on his behalf, if only because food somehow remained an inborn passion even in his current lifestyle.
But that mealtime was spent reasserting a sense of control with his own aura, allowing it to gradually acclimate to the presence of those he ate with, so that come the moment of their journey he'd feel a sense of Resonance developing between them. Before too long, they were gathered to relocate where the portal would transport them, and Sentinel Phocion weaved his Kinetics into scope and created the first official barrier as planned. While the Lupine Draegir had every intention to weave his own aether into the foundation of it's makeup, he refrained from doing so until the kinetic barrier itself seemed woven to completion.
The Vigil was a master of his craft after all, and it would only benefit them to build upon it, rather than try and integrate his own magic into the aetherial makeup during the process. That time allowed Lykos to fully associate himself with his colleagues for the journey, of course, to the point where they were all synergized with his own aura once the time came to cross the portal. Stepping through it's threshold on the other hand venerated a mixture of intrigue within the wolf, as the arid smells he had remained accustomed to dramatically changed before they'd even crossed over.
Rainfall filled his ears as the skies were overcast on the other side, and stepping out onto the plateau that remained the last boundary between dominions, there came an entirely new sensation over Lykos that felt different compared to the desert. Humidity. The Atraxian Sands were hardly known to possess such a thing, and while the North often experienced rainfall, it was of the colder variety that brought with it fresh ozone from the nearby mountains. Here on the other hand...
Here it was just as hot but the heat smelled moist in comparison, an unusual sensation that tickled his nostrils for a moment, before the wolf wondered if there might've been something else that warranted a ghost of a sneeze. Oh well. That did not matter since his aura remained tampered down by his Negation and Semblance magic, the instilled ward still remaining charged from the natural aether he radiated off as a Draegir. When Seværys started his address to the Dragons of the Commonwealth, Lykos fixated his concentration on the members of their party before anything else. Admittedly, the mischievous display of an Elemental amused him a bit, however, the sensation of aether emanating from his pack member nearby stirred his mind into focus.
Hilana was greeting the world around her already, albeit in silence, ever eager to make friends with anything found within it. Such a spirit never failed to dampen Lykos' attitude, henceforth, his desire to focus on their protections before the gradual rise of tremors beneath their feet. Such a large creature was finally on the move now, and when it became apparent one of Aedrin's guardians had responded to the call, the vivid blue hues in Lykos' eyes shifted to silver with the activation of his Semblance rune. He did not wish to scry into the aura of the dragon itself, since that could been seen as offense after all, so rather keen on maintaining privacy he focused on expounding the groundwork of his Negation ward.
The rune itself flickered across the surface of his skin along the entirety of his left arm, as the aura of every individual he felt connected to became enshrouded, the very kinetic barrier that preserved them from the rain enhanced with his Negation rune. Common afflictions that would resemble sickness were no longer a threat to their health at this point, but even so, he had to remain watchful for any significant changes in all of those he connected to. Their well-being relied on him being able to identify even the subtlest of changes, but of course, his concentration remained unchallenged as the nature dragon drew closer to them in turn.
It felt strange. Not because of how resilient he remained to the tremors beneath his feet, for he still felt them even if his posture didn't show it, but due to the fact that standing in the presence of this dragon felt... familiar. It wasn't akin to knowing a dragon personally, for Lykos had identified that feeling already in sifting through Rickter's memories, somehow there just existed an unusual sense of kinship that lingered between himself and the dragon Kapok Sundersalve. Regardless, the Lupine Draegir remained silent and true to his role in part with this delegation.
But that mealtime was spent reasserting a sense of control with his own aura, allowing it to gradually acclimate to the presence of those he ate with, so that come the moment of their journey he'd feel a sense of Resonance developing between them. Before too long, they were gathered to relocate where the portal would transport them, and Sentinel Phocion weaved his Kinetics into scope and created the first official barrier as planned. While the Lupine Draegir had every intention to weave his own aether into the foundation of it's makeup, he refrained from doing so until the kinetic barrier itself seemed woven to completion.
The Vigil was a master of his craft after all, and it would only benefit them to build upon it, rather than try and integrate his own magic into the aetherial makeup during the process. That time allowed Lykos to fully associate himself with his colleagues for the journey, of course, to the point where they were all synergized with his own aura once the time came to cross the portal. Stepping through it's threshold on the other hand venerated a mixture of intrigue within the wolf, as the arid smells he had remained accustomed to dramatically changed before they'd even crossed over.
Rainfall filled his ears as the skies were overcast on the other side, and stepping out onto the plateau that remained the last boundary between dominions, there came an entirely new sensation over Lykos that felt different compared to the desert. Humidity. The Atraxian Sands were hardly known to possess such a thing, and while the North often experienced rainfall, it was of the colder variety that brought with it fresh ozone from the nearby mountains. Here on the other hand...
Here it was just as hot but the heat smelled moist in comparison, an unusual sensation that tickled his nostrils for a moment, before the wolf wondered if there might've been something else that warranted a ghost of a sneeze. Oh well. That did not matter since his aura remained tampered down by his Negation and Semblance magic, the instilled ward still remaining charged from the natural aether he radiated off as a Draegir. When Seværys started his address to the Dragons of the Commonwealth, Lykos fixated his concentration on the members of their party before anything else. Admittedly, the mischievous display of an Elemental amused him a bit, however, the sensation of aether emanating from his pack member nearby stirred his mind into focus.
Hilana was greeting the world around her already, albeit in silence, ever eager to make friends with anything found within it. Such a spirit never failed to dampen Lykos' attitude, henceforth, his desire to focus on their protections before the gradual rise of tremors beneath their feet. Such a large creature was finally on the move now, and when it became apparent one of Aedrin's guardians had responded to the call, the vivid blue hues in Lykos' eyes shifted to silver with the activation of his Semblance rune. He did not wish to scry into the aura of the dragon itself, since that could been seen as offense after all, so rather keen on maintaining privacy he focused on expounding the groundwork of his Negation ward.
The rune itself flickered across the surface of his skin along the entirety of his left arm, as the aura of every individual he felt connected to became enshrouded, the very kinetic barrier that preserved them from the rain enhanced with his Negation rune. Common afflictions that would resemble sickness were no longer a threat to their health at this point, but even so, he had to remain watchful for any significant changes in all of those he connected to. Their well-being relied on him being able to identify even the subtlest of changes, but of course, his concentration remained unchallenged as the nature dragon drew closer to them in turn.
It felt strange. Not because of how resilient he remained to the tremors beneath his feet, for he still felt them even if his posture didn't show it, but due to the fact that standing in the presence of this dragon felt... familiar. It wasn't akin to knowing a dragon personally, for Lykos had identified that feeling already in sifting through Rickter's memories, somehow there just existed an unusual sense of kinship that lingered between himself and the dragon Kapok Sundersalve. Regardless, the Lupine Draegir remained silent and true to his role in part with this delegation.
