Exovaryn Haruke: Festering I

With that, there was the matter of honing his practice as he stated earlier, to tend to...
Though, he could go for another bite to eat, priorities were set. The ache could be tended to later...
"Hm." He hummed.

He tossed the pit aside, glazing his ebony eyes about the scenery--
"...Now... You said you practiced magic, yes?" He asked, moreoff referring to the staff on his back, taking such as implication of magus capabilities. "What magic to you practice... Or better yet... What are you trying to practice?" He leaned up against a tree, sliding down to cross his legs in the endeavor, resting himself in a pretzel stance.
(Exovaryn "Voss" Haruke)
A hand extended, conflagruation achieved; a small blaze manifests, crimson fires formed out of nothing. Ryujin's blessing to his people, the Drakan looks to Exovaryn, a curl of his lips, a smile. "Fire." He puts it simply, no better way to explain it.. His expertise in the element was impressive, having become quite adept at a young age, he now utilizes the simplest of abilities.

Although, he is intriuged by the youth's other question, his interest in the arcane leading him to some outlandish idea-- Time spent studying tomes as a infant, the information then now coming into play. He sought tutelage in a odd school.. One that involved the bending of time itself, bending it to the will of those who could fathom the inhibiting of such power over it.

"Why the interest?" Asking a question in return, curious he ponders the idea of Exovaryn seeking to learn of magicks as well. Not a guess that would be too far, the interest with his staff early may have held deeper meaning then first suspected.
(Tertius Kyros)
Conversation?
He didn't recall that of formalities such as simple conversating-- Simply requesting that of methods of training, and preferences of such. He took hold of his meditational practices, attempting to grow intuned to the internal reserve that was his circuit-- It was the stereotypical means to unlocking 'The Power Within', albeit, not one Exovaryn felt no shame in attempting...

"...I've been honing on my practice... Refining my art, but- I've been coming to some trouble... Perfecting it." He exacted his wording to the best of his ability. Though, although he spoke of this difficulty, the stygian sensation reverberated throughout the scene in silent song, chilling flesh with a deep grasp that stung at the vessel of the living, yet failed to siphon those into a state of feeble stature.

The air refracted from one's posture, imitating ripples throughout the atmosphere, albeit not heated molecules of water- This was no induced temperature flair that shrouded the Harukean, but a conjuration far more familiar to that of the common Alterosi. One that was far too recognizeable amongst those of stereotypical ilk dubbed of 'Edginess'. This was the byproduct of one's distaste- One's hatred- One's resolve through the mortal disgust that was the symbollic manifestation of the contorted emotions that corrupted at the boy's mind.

He was far from the Darkness' master... And thus, allowed it to warp at him, allowed it to capture and ensnare him, but only to take the opportunity to experience the taste of the Occult, even if miniscule enough to lack opacity in its swathing form- It was an achievement nonetheless.

"I don't believe in wasting my time with conversation." He confirmed.
(Exovaryn "Voss" Haruke)