Oct 3, 2022 0:54:37 GMT -5
Post by Maycair on Oct 3, 2022 0:54:37 GMT -5
The cold was never a comfort, some found beauty in the snow, of the ice in it's reflective grace. For May, it was a reminder of what hurt her, of her antithesis. The cool, scratched frozen sea before her was so calm, the sky mirrored perfectly. How great hills rose from icebergs and mountain teeth even more jagged with shards older than most living things. It was strange, still, even in this discomfort, the stinging hug of the wind and dryness of the air May found peace. Not true peace, but a moment to actually reflect on herself, on the actions she had taken. The last the hybrid had been on earth, she had accidentaly brutally injured a group of monks, met a blue bubble gum girl and a plant goddess.
It was strange, going to a foreign planet, the home of her father and saving the planet? She could've been quicker but she wasn't strong enough with that gift May found some ambition in saving someone, but it was still kindling. May did what was right when she though was necessary but she was in no place to be righteous. Finding courage, strength in being herself was her main priority. She still wasn't confident for anything grand. Which was a funny though, considering the thing she had to come.
Rather than dwell on these thoughts Maycair would return to looking out on the ice. Snow crept along it's edges, the snow behind her left to cave and dens of the animals around. At least it held the life of those brave enough to try and live in this cold. This wasn't just a retreat for May though, she was looking to find strength in the cold. Finding strength in her weakness, power in what she normally couldn't stand was her goal. Her techniques were to make up for her flaws, her fears. She would take those things and make them her own. That was the goal of her exercise. As she focused her ki, around her body the ice began to draw in. She thought of the magic she was taught and how that used intent to make shape.
The environment, that isolation she felt was her weapon. She would harness that biggest fear within, that emptiness. There was nothing worse, than the void. Fear, pain, anxiety were all better than no chance of hope. That dark thought, that end of her and the passion that was beginning to kindle was what she thought of. She was going to make it her weapon, to use it against those that wished to make her feel the same, that wished to end the life's of innocents. Or so that was the idea, she thought of that bringer of death, as a small sickle began to form in her hands.
She would be the reaper, fair, for the darkness, the cold came for all. Only the strong, the persistent and changing would be able to take the cutting edge of death. She was aiming to do that for herself.
WC: 506
Training Quiet Harvest
[C1OT1] Quiet Harvest- A physical attack in which Maycair uses her control of demon magic to condnese air, and energy into the shape of scythe that is freezing to the touch. This attack can then be used to slice a target with the cut effect applying in the form of any icy cold cut.
Wearing: Super Heavy Weights PL: 146,309 (With Weights it's 36,577)
It was strange, going to a foreign planet, the home of her father and saving the planet? She could've been quicker but she wasn't strong enough with that gift May found some ambition in saving someone, but it was still kindling. May did what was right when she though was necessary but she was in no place to be righteous. Finding courage, strength in being herself was her main priority. She still wasn't confident for anything grand. Which was a funny though, considering the thing she had to come.
Rather than dwell on these thoughts Maycair would return to looking out on the ice. Snow crept along it's edges, the snow behind her left to cave and dens of the animals around. At least it held the life of those brave enough to try and live in this cold. This wasn't just a retreat for May though, she was looking to find strength in the cold. Finding strength in her weakness, power in what she normally couldn't stand was her goal. Her techniques were to make up for her flaws, her fears. She would take those things and make them her own. That was the goal of her exercise. As she focused her ki, around her body the ice began to draw in. She thought of the magic she was taught and how that used intent to make shape.
The environment, that isolation she felt was her weapon. She would harness that biggest fear within, that emptiness. There was nothing worse, than the void. Fear, pain, anxiety were all better than no chance of hope. That dark thought, that end of her and the passion that was beginning to kindle was what she thought of. She was going to make it her weapon, to use it against those that wished to make her feel the same, that wished to end the life's of innocents. Or so that was the idea, she thought of that bringer of death, as a small sickle began to form in her hands.
She would be the reaper, fair, for the darkness, the cold came for all. Only the strong, the persistent and changing would be able to take the cutting edge of death. She was aiming to do that for herself.
WC: 506
Training Quiet Harvest
[C1OT1] Quiet Harvest- A physical attack in which Maycair uses her control of demon magic to condnese air, and energy into the shape of scythe that is freezing to the touch. This attack can then be used to slice a target with the cut effect applying in the form of any icy cold cut.
Wearing: Super Heavy Weights PL: 146,309 (With Weights it's 36,577)
