☬ The Vampyre ☬
☬ 43rd of Ash, Year 122, A.o.S ☬
Company: Dimitri | Thoughts: Must focus | Mood: focused
Company: Dimitri | Thoughts: Must focus | Mood: focused
☬ The warmth of the desert sun was well received by the vampyre as it washed over his bare. This morning Dreyfus found himself out in the sands of the Atraxian Expanse, the mage putting his kinetic powers to use. The thunderous sound of the impact of boulders being hurled across at dizzying speeds echoed as Dreyfus practiced. He was trying to become more efficient in maneuvering large objects around in case he would have to fight while here. Mustering up a new set of boulders, he would repeat the process.
He allowed the first few masses of rock to fly, gauging just how fast he could launch them with push, cutting out the interval of seconds in between each shot. After a few more rounds, he began to settle into a calm, almost meditative process of self-awareness to ensure each shot would fly faster than the last. Readying himself he launched the first one, keeping the momentum as he spun into the next shot, then the last. Each one was just a second or two faster than its predecessor, which caused a slight smirk to form on Dreyfus's face.
Sweat began to drip from his face as the desert sun barred down on him as he practiced his arcane talent, but he couldn't stop. He had to perfect a new technique he had come across when he fought the abominations in Zaichaer. Approaching one of the larger boulders, he began to manipulate the aether in front of it, visualizing putting a hole in it. With a flick of his wrist he punched a whole into the aether around the center of the boulder. He watched as when left alone the hole he made devoured itself, causing an implosion within the boulder.
He was impressed with it.☬
"Common Speech"
"Silandris Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
He allowed the first few masses of rock to fly, gauging just how fast he could launch them with push, cutting out the interval of seconds in between each shot. After a few more rounds, he began to settle into a calm, almost meditative process of self-awareness to ensure each shot would fly faster than the last. Readying himself he launched the first one, keeping the momentum as he spun into the next shot, then the last. Each one was just a second or two faster than its predecessor, which caused a slight smirk to form on Dreyfus's face.
Sweat began to drip from his face as the desert sun barred down on him as he practiced his arcane talent, but he couldn't stop. He had to perfect a new technique he had come across when he fought the abominations in Zaichaer. Approaching one of the larger boulders, he began to manipulate the aether in front of it, visualizing putting a hole in it. With a flick of his wrist he punched a whole into the aether around the center of the boulder. He watched as when left alone the hole he made devoured itself, causing an implosion within the boulder.
He was impressed with it.☬
"Common Speech"
"Silandris Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
