Post by Tundra on May 7, 2018 22:47:45 GMT -5
Tundra would sit calmly upon a raised plateau of frost, a fierce storm of ice and snow washing over him, snow flakes sticking on and falling off his form, he'd take a small breath, inhaling, and exhaling. Meditation was a normal exercise of his, but today it felt so, wasteful, he didn't exactly have a word to explain the sensation, perhaps a need to take action but nowhere to direct that need. Regardless, he was going to keep meditating, his mind had to be as strong as his body, and his body had to be as strong as his mind. Though the itching feeling of inactivity kept bugging him, he didn't have much a way to remedy his case, why did this have to bug him?!
Tundra would sigh, opening his eyes as he stood up, snow continuing to pelt his form, not that he really cared, frankly, some pain would be a welcome change of pace from the soreness of training, and the monotony of meditation. Though it wasn't like someone was just going to show up and fight him, even if he wished it was the case, all this strength he's acquired and no opportunities to show it off. That's wasteful.
He'd take another breath in, exhaling and blowing snowflakes away from his face. His body would shift around in the blizzard, his head turning to look around, of course, his sight was hindered by the intense winds, much to his chagrin. Tundra would cross his arms, lifting one hand to rub the bridge of his nose, his infuriation showing. He'd exhale once more, he was at the very least going to take a break from this meditation. Tundra would waste no time in focusing his energy, suddenly lifting off the raised piece of ground and flying into the air, soon shooting off into the distance, relying on his impaired sight and ki-sense due to the intense conditions.
Frankly, meditation is just a waste of time...
Stamina: 3/3
Base PL: 61,130
Techniques Used:
WC: 326
Tundra would sigh, opening his eyes as he stood up, snow continuing to pelt his form, not that he really cared, frankly, some pain would be a welcome change of pace from the soreness of training, and the monotony of meditation. Though it wasn't like someone was just going to show up and fight him, even if he wished it was the case, all this strength he's acquired and no opportunities to show it off. That's wasteful.
He'd take another breath in, exhaling and blowing snowflakes away from his face. His body would shift around in the blizzard, his head turning to look around, of course, his sight was hindered by the intense winds, much to his chagrin. Tundra would cross his arms, lifting one hand to rub the bridge of his nose, his infuriation showing. He'd exhale once more, he was at the very least going to take a break from this meditation. Tundra would waste no time in focusing his energy, suddenly lifting off the raised piece of ground and flying into the air, soon shooting off into the distance, relying on his impaired sight and ki-sense due to the intense conditions.
Frankly, meditation is just a waste of time...
Stamina: 3/3
Base PL: 61,130
Techniques Used:
WC: 326