Shaping the Will

easiest thing for her to accomplish but she managed to pull it off one way or another. As of now, she had it down. .or at least she thought she did. Being able to maintain the form was the difficult part. However, she would focus on her duties with her students. She couldn't lack and fall behind on such, it was something she felt would be a day to day basis. Bevolt will become her best student and occult killing machine.

All the way from Wychwood is where she came, now making away toward The Golden Voluminous. Once passed through the Sarab and praires and moving past Nostvale, there was the Giant building that she knew well. And just outside of it would be the youngling pureblood Bevolt. Her student. Approaching, she would gesture for Bevolt to follow her, making it obvious that it was for training. Now. .Sitria had promised her mother that Bevolt wouldn't go anywhere else other than Nostvale and H.Q. However, she was going to bring the young one to Wychwood. Near the home of Krosious Hayes.

Sitria assumed that this was Bevolt's first time coming to these woods, or at least this specific part of it. A sigh came from her, as she now spoke. "Bevolt, whatever you do don't tell your mother. That is the last thing we need. .her being mad. That, and you need the taste of adventure in your life. Never be afraid of the unknown and don't be nervous to explore at all. Anyways. .Bevolt. . .it's time.

Time for what you may ask? Time for Giant Form Training. A smirk would form over her expression as she now continued. "These, will be the first steps into becoming a giant. I don't expect you to master this technique until the age of fifteen or later. Now, as I've spoke to you before. .you're aware of what Giant Form is and how it's done. Immense mana sent throughout body and mana circuitry. .yada yada. .I've explained it to you before. However, this is where we will build the stepping stones to mastery.

A few steps were taken in between herself and Bevolt as she prepared for training and a meditation session. Sitria was placed on top of the ground as she began focusing her mana. Speaking. "This is where you will be taught how to control and be able to handle the massive amounts of mana. First step is meditation. Its always proved to be highly effective to me and It's how I got to where I am today in strength. You know how one would go to cast magic correct? Such as Fire or Water elements? Instead of outputting it in that manner, you want the mana in its most purest and raw form. Instead of it being output, you input it . .you're a smart girl. .you know where to input it. Start out with large percentages of your mana and keep it at a steady pace as if you were overwhelming your body with mana. Push until you've found yourself at exhaustion. .Begin. ."
(Sitria)
She didn't understand the exat reason why they appeared so far in the west, she simply followed her mentor without second question asked, keeping her gear with herself, humming quietly to herself during their journey, though her questions came with an unexpected answer as soon as Sitira decided to respond to her, explaining the reasoning behind their travel before finally leading her towards words she waited to hear for so long.

 "It's time."

These words hit her like wall, forcing her to blink just as wild excitement appeared on her face. She waited for that moment for so long, practicing like crazy with her body and mind, not daring to waste time for rest as for over a year she spent most of her time meditating and practicing with close combat, taking all of the beating from Sitira. Now finally she was going to learn about the technique she been observing for so long.

Her heart beated like crazy while she honed the instructions given to her by her mentor, listening full of curiosity and desire to become stronger, more powerful than ever, feeding the wild desire to became a tool of her own against the vampires and anyone who would dare to stand on her way. Her mind filled with thoughts just as she slowly sat down with her legs crossing, her head lowering and eyes closing in a manner she usually did whenever she decided to meditate.

Inhaling loudly she went through what her mentor explained her to do as part of her first practice and step towards the giant form, taking in consideration each hint the red headed behemoth gave her. Young drakanite began to forecefully attempt to acumulate huge quanitties of mana within her body, trying as instructed keep it all gathered within her own body instead of sending it to either her mouth or limbs to cast a spell. Due to lack of any relative experience in the matter, the moment the young pureblood made her ever first attempt to perform the practice resulted with her suddenly opening her eyes in wide manner, with her mouth shooting open just as she struggled to catch the air, panting and gasping loudly.

It became clear once more what she was dealing with it and how serious the topic, with each step being its own threat to the novice's health and perhaps even life.With her vision remaining blurred due to exhustion, Bevolt looked towards her mentor, just before deciding to respond.  "T-This...is...h-harder than I expected S-Sitira...h-how o-often am I to p-perform this practice?" she asked.

(Bevolt)

The drakanite would focus her eyes upon Bevolt, trying to focus and seek out every little bit of error. In all honesty, there was nothing to rectify Bevolt upon. As far as the meditation went, she knew what she was doing. That much was good, that only meant progressing toward the Technique at a much more rapid pace. Perhaps much more sooner than anticipated.

It was noticed, that the immense amount of mana was accumulated and the massive quantities she was supposed to. Like the first time with Sitria, it had exhausted her within a matter of seconds. Much, much training awaited Bevolt and she will soon realize it. As a matter of fact, she already has come to recongnize that already. The drakan chuckled in response now moving beside her, standing over top before speaking.

"Bevolt, remember when I said this training wasn't going to be easy? Well guess what. .this is only the beginning of it. As you get older, become more stronger. .I will be much more harder on you. .think of it this way. Giant Form gives benefits to your body as well. You can last much longer in a fight other than fighting one round of a battle and be near exhausted. It's a bonus. However its not the same with Giant Form when used. No matter what afterward, you're gonna be tired. .no thats not even the correct word to describe it as. .exhausted would be it. No not that either. .you'll get what I mean eventually. ."

"For now, I want you to try it again...


(Sitria)
It was hard for the young pureblood to catch her breath, eventually understanding the severnity of the practice she was given by her mentor, the lone sensation of choking and sudden exhustion was overwhelming but the fact that she was to resume terrified her a little. She hesitated for a moment with a hint of terror growing on the girls face, which she soon dismissed with newfound determination replacing the old expression.

With each deep breath the pureblood began to calm her body to regain as much of her energy as he could, following her mentors instruction as she would soon be meditating with her eyes closed, focusing on the said task. Determinated and eager to face the possibly same outcome Bevolt began to gather and acumulate the inhuman quantites of her mana, fighting the similar, rapidly approaching sensation of sudden lack of strength before finally ending up gasping with world spinning around her.

Second failure, though what else was there to expect, especially after an nine years old drakantie who barelly began to work over the technique her mentor worked over for years. The outcome was little of matter due to how low the propabality of success at the moment appeared to be, with Bevolt not losing her determination and simply using the time she had to recover herself and prepare for another approach.
(Bevolt)

Sitria would be circling Bevolt, trying to observe her posture and technique as she had done so. A smile formed over her visage, seeing her gather up the ginormous amounts of mana coming out in heaping proportions. A smile formed over her visage as she now stood in front of Bevolt allowing her to close her eyes and focus without interruption.

Upon the mark of the second failure, Bevolt had a sudden lack of strength and her gasping loudly. It appeared as if she was going to pass out, the similar training she had went through to obtain this technique and use it in battle. A smirk formed over her visage as she now began to speak. So this was how it felt to be in Krosious's position? Neat.

"Alright, go ahead and take a break now. You've exerted yourself quite a bit. Keep in mind that is how the training will always be from here on out. As I said before, not easy. I'll give you more tips and different ways to help you out when we get further down the road. .Understood? Any questions?"
(Sitria)
It was mroe than she could possibly handle at the current moment, resulting with her heart beating in painful manner in her chest as well as with her lungs deperatly attempting to hone as much air as it was possible while she sweated as if from longest run she ever had in her life. The sensation and desire to pass out and rest was nearly irresistable, resulting with the young pureblood eyes to nearly close as she wobbled from side to side, her body trembling and appearing to be preparing to fall at any moment.

Sitiras words sounded oddly distant, muffled as if from behind a wall of cotton or anything of similar properties, her head starting to ring from exhustion before finally the world dissapeared with her vision going blank, collapsing from exhustion, starting to snore once the breathing returned to normal, making it clear how far Bevolt went in her first to practices.
(Bevolt)