Post by Dravocn on Oct 21, 2018 3:43:45 GMT -5
Silence, an empty essence that permeated the living quarters of an ageless man. He had been staring at a wall, focused and drawn into thought. Among him were so many powerful beings, each sought his eventual demise either out of necessity, greed, or simple whimsy. He was an affront to their existence and his words from a previous meeting had only proven to make him more of an enemy. It was true he was intending to seem as law-abiding as possible, he hadn't wished to leave this planet just yet, after all, the environment was an excellent place for study. The environment was chilly, sure, but at this point, he had gotten rather used to the frigid temperatures and the looks of disdain, the feeling of being an outsider in a place he had lived in for so long.
But who could blame them, he had kept himself hidden, doing nothing for so long besides training his body and mind. He lacked the benefits that would befall one who conversed with the society around him, his smile was something hated by others simply for the confidence it seemed to exude. All of these intricately learned instincts he had forced upon himself to ensure he was not killed for frivolity's sake had made him one that none wished to associate with, a wish granted but granted by a monkey's paw as now he was a hermit by the forces of nature taken in by society. It is true, he had a dark outlook on the life surrounding him, but he hadn't wished death on anyone. He hadn't wished for a revolution on the new queen, for or against her. He simply insisted he understood the necessity to feed by his immortal surroundings, their sustenance was required to persist, drinking rarely still means they drink.
Everyone is considered an equal, it is only power that separates man from gods, and so long as you are weaker, then the best solution to remain living is to play along and try to get stronger. Power of all kinds is a necessity for survival, political power, connections, and the power to be able to rely on oneself alone are examples. The world of power surrounds him, it was no wonder why he was such a cowardly being who strived to survive even in harsh environments where the slightest strain could trigger one's downfall. He simply wasn't strong enough to speak freely, he wasn't strong enough to be the heroic soul that he enjoyed the idea of being.
The questions asked were centered around vampires and one's reaction to them, his power, it was a measurement of how much of a threat he was to the crown. He was but an ant in comparison to his surroundings, there was no soul to speak of that can sense ki and not believe otherwise. One has to obey the law, or be forced away by necessity or executed. The new regime was just that, new, and he was not expected to know everything, he even knew little if anything, only to be told that he knew nothing. He was not taught the new laws prior to the meeting, escorted in by necessity to measure one's worth.
The meditative focus slowly drove to frustration as his regrets and self-esteem were quickly being shown to him by himself on a silver platter and forced to swallow them in order to move on. He needed more training, he needed to expand his horizons and begin his web of connections. He needed to quit being reclusive, he was not the sage he wished he was. He was nothing like the man he used to be at home, he was not happy, he was not going to sit there wallowing in self-pity and misery pretending to be a confident epitome of intelligent idiocy. The only way to correct his wrongdoings is through action, learning, and moving on.
His anger filled his body and caused him to clench his hands around his knees, sitting in a meditative stance this was a simple reaction. He had no one to miss nor anyone that would miss him. He had no one to save nor anyone to save him. A blank slate pretending to be filled with knowledge, intelligence wasted on a feeble individual who still understands nothing and will continue understanding nothing without proper recourse.
Though despite this newfound determination, he had no idea how to start or where, or even whom. He wasn't likely to find any allies immediately, in fact with the way his reception had gone, it seemed he was more likely to make enemies. Hated rather than any other viewpoint, he didn't even deserve pity in this state. He was honestly lucky to still take a breath.
Dravocn took a moment to relax, collect himself, and return to his meditations for the next few hours, focusing on the Manipura chakra in an attempt to release the blockage causing his anger, frustration, and sense of victimization. He hoped that eventually, this chakra training would lead to something, though at the moment it was clear that he needed a lot of practice to go before any sort of progress is made with these things.
After meditation, Dravocn rose to his feet and began walking out into the new city. His place of residence would hopefully be a good place to start meeting people and make connections, especially if it, in turn, is new itself.
WC:910
But who could blame them, he had kept himself hidden, doing nothing for so long besides training his body and mind. He lacked the benefits that would befall one who conversed with the society around him, his smile was something hated by others simply for the confidence it seemed to exude. All of these intricately learned instincts he had forced upon himself to ensure he was not killed for frivolity's sake had made him one that none wished to associate with, a wish granted but granted by a monkey's paw as now he was a hermit by the forces of nature taken in by society. It is true, he had a dark outlook on the life surrounding him, but he hadn't wished death on anyone. He hadn't wished for a revolution on the new queen, for or against her. He simply insisted he understood the necessity to feed by his immortal surroundings, their sustenance was required to persist, drinking rarely still means they drink.
Everyone is considered an equal, it is only power that separates man from gods, and so long as you are weaker, then the best solution to remain living is to play along and try to get stronger. Power of all kinds is a necessity for survival, political power, connections, and the power to be able to rely on oneself alone are examples. The world of power surrounds him, it was no wonder why he was such a cowardly being who strived to survive even in harsh environments where the slightest strain could trigger one's downfall. He simply wasn't strong enough to speak freely, he wasn't strong enough to be the heroic soul that he enjoyed the idea of being.
The questions asked were centered around vampires and one's reaction to them, his power, it was a measurement of how much of a threat he was to the crown. He was but an ant in comparison to his surroundings, there was no soul to speak of that can sense ki and not believe otherwise. One has to obey the law, or be forced away by necessity or executed. The new regime was just that, new, and he was not expected to know everything, he even knew little if anything, only to be told that he knew nothing. He was not taught the new laws prior to the meeting, escorted in by necessity to measure one's worth.
The meditative focus slowly drove to frustration as his regrets and self-esteem were quickly being shown to him by himself on a silver platter and forced to swallow them in order to move on. He needed more training, he needed to expand his horizons and begin his web of connections. He needed to quit being reclusive, he was not the sage he wished he was. He was nothing like the man he used to be at home, he was not happy, he was not going to sit there wallowing in self-pity and misery pretending to be a confident epitome of intelligent idiocy. The only way to correct his wrongdoings is through action, learning, and moving on.
His anger filled his body and caused him to clench his hands around his knees, sitting in a meditative stance this was a simple reaction. He had no one to miss nor anyone that would miss him. He had no one to save nor anyone to save him. A blank slate pretending to be filled with knowledge, intelligence wasted on a feeble individual who still understands nothing and will continue understanding nothing without proper recourse.
Though despite this newfound determination, he had no idea how to start or where, or even whom. He wasn't likely to find any allies immediately, in fact with the way his reception had gone, it seemed he was more likely to make enemies. Hated rather than any other viewpoint, he didn't even deserve pity in this state. He was honestly lucky to still take a breath.
Dravocn took a moment to relax, collect himself, and return to his meditations for the next few hours, focusing on the Manipura chakra in an attempt to release the blockage causing his anger, frustration, and sense of victimization. He hoped that eventually, this chakra training would lead to something, though at the moment it was clear that he needed a lot of practice to go before any sort of progress is made with these things.
After meditation, Dravocn rose to his feet and began walking out into the new city. His place of residence would hopefully be a good place to start meeting people and make connections, especially if it, in turn, is new itself.
WC:910
