Fire Attunement

Vanilor blinked as he walked through the village, enjoying the light rain upon his body as he did so. His training to come into understanding of his natural energy had been one that led him to enjoying all that nature had to offer at all times. As he walked, he naturally took in the energy that existed all around him. His draconic form blossoming to it's full form. He enjoyed being unleashed, the feeling of his true nature emboding himself. In his right hand a ball of fire blossomed forth, the dragon contemplaiting it as he moved in his weighted harness. (1)

His body was adjusting, finally, to the weights he wore. The ball of fire in his grasp fluttered as he moved. The little orange ball of fire was something of an enigma to the dragon. It was as if he created a small life everytime he fought. Fire breathed and shifted. It grew stronger with more oxaygen and it could consume all as if inflicted with a ravonus hunger if not treated with respect. (2)

His mind lingered on the aspect of fire as he made his way into the training field. His mind was preoccupied with the thought of what the fire he used everyday meant to him. He had always thought of himself the pinical of fire, but since he'd fought Raven, His new mentor, he'd come ro realize, he was not the aplha he pictured himself to be. His body shifted into a ready postion at the field's center, the weights upon his body shifting with him. (3)

Weighed down as he was, and eager to once again feel the burst of flames upon his body, he didn't do anything to avoid the incoming blast of fire. It washed over him like a mothers embrace, giveing him another moment of silent contemplation. He had to think on what fire meant to him and to the others around him. Fire could protect life, could take life. IT was life. (4)

The fire washed off his weighted form and passed harmlessly, which made sense. Raven wasn't unleashed at the moment. She was warming up and Vanilor understood that. However, he'd promised Raven he'd show her his newly mastered technique. The little ball of fire would erupt to life upon both his hands, and he'd rush forward. His weighted form holding him back only slightly. This was his method of fighting afterall! (5)

He'd send two punches forward, aiming to throw a pair of savage bows for Raven's chest.  More spacificly, he'd aim to hit her right and left shoulder blades. He wasn't aiming to kill her, but he didn't think to hold back terribly much for this opening attack. He wanted Raven to be impressed by his growth! His weights held him back, but the bells upon his body rang out, allowing the blow he would usually try to land from right infront of his opoonent, to suprisingly come from a few feet away, as his body shifted to allow for the unorthadox strike! (6)

Vanilor watched as nature energy once more took hold of the women before him. Blue fire erupted forward around the female as she ascended to whom she truely was as a fellow mythic lycanus. A grin fell upon his weighted form as he watched. Her fire mesmerized him, and set him ablze anew. She was his goal in life latley, and with the loss of Taiyang, likely one of his few reamining female lycan friends. He wasn't sure what Lily was, friend or aquaintince. (7)

Fire was the name of this training session, and because of this he welcomed the incoming attacks like they we're old friends. He could tell from the way her fire burned, he'd not have the same issue as the last time he took this blow. Fire enwrapped him from the first blow and He sought to understand it. The feeling that came from being enwrapped by fire. His weighted body shifted from the blow as he contemplated the feeling of fire burning his body. (8)

Then came the second blow from the blue covered women and a grin formed upon his face. He loved fighting Raven when she was in the mood to fight, but he could tell she wasn't really into it right at this moment. Her fire didn't flicker with the same intensity of her in full battle mode. He let it wash over him, his weighted body shifting once more, as he thought on the flames she weilded agasint him. (9)

"I think, perhaps, you should go rest, Lady Raven. I feel as though you are more tired then you perhaps let on, and I'd rather be able to fight you when you are at your best, and we can both grow as mythic lycauns together!"

He admited, dismissing his own fire with a finale thought on what it meant to him as an ally as well as a weapon. He would allow his unleashed form to fade, before shifting his weighted body to move forward once more. This had been a fruitfull, if not short, training session! (10)

Vanilor slumped back agasint the well. The look upon his face was one of utter loss and depression. His body was weighed down by the massive weighted harness he wore. His every motion was a moment of training and effort. He would shake his head softly. A ball of fire would alight within his palms, created of converted Nature energy. He contemplaited the weight of this ball of fire within his grasp as he looked out past the plants of this place. The fire was his most recent source of training, ontop of his weights. (11)

"I don't know, Ban. It just seems like. . I can't ever catch up. Long. . Tao. . Both we're younger then me, but better in almost every way. I feel like. . I just. . I just don't amount to much as a warrior. Like I have some hump I can't cross."

Vanilor blinked as he listened to Ban speak and watched the man's movements. The ball of fire within his left hand dimmed, as he thought of giving up. He'd thought about it for just a moment. Simply retireing from public face and hideing in some cave. The life of a lonley hermit, devoid of honor or attachment. Vanilor shifted his whole body, doing a pesudo crunch with the weights upon his body. He could feel the weights doing their job with his body. The flame started to pick up as Ban continued his speech. Vanilor could feel it, feeding of his emotion, and his natural energy. (12)

Fire surged forward around both his hands now as his General's words rang into his ears. He looked upon Ban with a new Sense of devotion to the man as he would slowly begin to raise. He could feel his passion a lighting once more as Ban compared the two of them together. The feeling of warmth crossed his body. The fire as alive as he felt in this moment. His weighted body groaning with the effort to rise. (13)

"Your right. . I am not a coward Ban. . I can't just walk away from my home. . My friends. . My duty. I am Vanilor. . One of Chugoku's Dragons!"

Vanilor blinked and watched Ban use the move he'd used while in Chugoku. His blood had become a clone of his origanle body. He wasn't sure what to take of this, but he'd never held back while fighting agasint Ban before. Ban had always been a step ahead of him for the sake of combat's sake. Vanilor's body would undergo the shift that identifyed his transformation into that of his unleashed state. Fire would gather within his body as he focused on his intetions for his training. (14)

His chest would expand to large cartoonish levels as he focused upon the clone of Ban. Then feeling of his fire growing within his body was one he was becoming more intamently with. He wanted to attune to his inner fire, to become even greater as a Dragon. He would then unleash the fire from within, in a torrent heading towards the clone! (15)

"Fire Dragons ROAR!"

Vanilor took no damage from the kick delievered by the speedster general. It did however knock him flying backwards. The dragon did what he could to mitgate the backwards motion, but because he was stupid and forgot he had wings for a second, he could not. The fire within his body still yerned to be free, and so free it was. A beam of fire erupting outward into the air. The feeling of the fire, eager to escape, helped him further with his fire training. (16)

The spear point cut into his cheek in rapid fashion. His movement in reaction to the sudden pain and blossom of blood as it dripped down his cheek was sudden. His body spun, red flames erupting around his hands as he fuled his rage into his blows. Both hands would aim to slam into the clone's chest, as his focus fell upon it.  (17)

Vanilor watched as the speedster that was ban's clone dodged each and every attack the dragon threw at him. Another blow came upon his body, blood blossoming from his arm as the spear cut through the armor he wore. The dragon had to improvise now, but he was ready for this. He would choose to summon up more fire into his hands. Acting as though he was going to repeat his earlier failed attack. (18)

His body shifted carefully into a stance that Ban would know very well. The Bell Palm Fist was the stance he was now in. The dragon would rush forward aiming to throw a punch towards Ban's doppleganger. Of course, this was a faint to empoly an attack ban more then likely had never even seen the dragon employ before. He'd release the fire within his hands, letting it explode outwards in a wave of fire and destruction aimed to encompese the whole area! (19)

Vanilor watched as Xiang took her postion upon the center point of the training field. The wind shifting softly as he watched her. He had to watch as the steam erupted suddenly out of her body. The act blossoming outward in a cucussive wave. The fire technique was one that merited further study and understanding. This would be an amazing additon to his repitorie and would help him further his attunement to Fire. (20)

He took a moment to take in nature energy from his surroundings and within himself. This was the first step in a lycanus recreateing the Kyall techniques. Few lycan could do so, but those that could had to take this step, to ensure they'd be able to use techniques that usually require Essence. Fire was something that the Dragon could tap into at will, it was his birthright and something he greatly enjoyed. (21 )

Vanilor took this oppertunity to contemplaite the deeper meaning of fire once more as his nature energy began to coat his every pore. The sensation of life and death held within his body. The raw desire to grow and eat, to expand out of control. This was the nature of fire as the Dragon understood it. (22)

The nature energy would continue to grow within his body and was almost all over his body at this point. Any who could sense the dragon's nature energy would be able to tell that he was focuseing on making sure each and every pore was properly coated. Fire was not something that should be left unchecked. It was unlike most other elements, with an almost sentient will of its own, to grow. (23)

Vanilor finally smiled and let loose the gathered Nature energy all at once. The feeling of Fire blossoming across his body and being expelled all at once. Steam exploded outwards from the Dragon, the feeling being memorized and it's application noted. Fire was so much more then raw power. It could be utilized for so many great things! (24)

Vanilor sat cross legged upon the ground, his legs crossed over one another. He'd slowly close his eyes as he called upon his natural energy from within. Slowly an ember would grow within his hands. It lingered there, for a time, before blossoming into full blown fire. (25)

He watched the fire burn within his hands as he once more contemplated the deeper meaning of fire. The feeling of the heat upon his scales as he held the fire within his hands. He was working on attuneing himself to the element that made up the core of his being, and it was not a quick process. (26)

Vanilor watched as Tsubame went through all of her preperations steps to enter into combat with the dragon lycanus. He really wasn't trying to insult her with his lack of his unleashed status, he was working on his own training. He didn't want to keep focusing on his unleashed as his primairy state of attacking. Fire would begin to gather within his left and right hands. The warmth once more blossoming upon his hands, as he sought to further his understanding of the element.  (27)

He didn't plan to try and harm the girl, but he also didn't plan to hold back and insult the effort she was showing him either. The strike lands upon his body, barely scratching the surface of his sclaes. The dragon didn't even look phased at the force behind the strike, though it was worth noting he held a certain gaze of respect after feeling the blow upon his scales. The fire remained upon his hands, smoldering with the power there. (28)

He'd then aim to move forward, sending his left hand forward with the fire it contained. The move he was useing wasn't one that was known to be dangerous, and he'd make sure not to do anything more then minor damage to the girl, should his fire manage to hit her and break her spiritual barrier. Not that that was a gaurntee, with the dragon's sub-par speeds of attack. (29)

Vanilor was parried aburbtly by the little girl, and smiled softly at her second failed attempt to hit her. The fire upon his hand didn't expode outwards, the dragon had more control over his flames then one would think, and aside from that, he had to release the fire for it to explode. He hadn't planned on doing that unless he'd landed a hit afterall. (30)

The girls essence enhanced blade managed to push into his scales. The sheer force of the blow managed to deal a minor sense of damage, maybe ever drawing a single drop of blood from the fire weilding dragon lycan. He was coming to understand that the girl he fought was a bit more then he would normally expect. (31)

The dragon would shift his body slightly and aim to go in for another attack upon the girl. His body adjusting to the way the girl fougt little by little. He started to push a little harder. His body shifting, to once more send a flaming fist towards tje girls chest. This blow would come faster then before, with the same intensity. (32)

Vanilor watched the girl call him slow as she dodged out of the way of his flaming fist once more. It wasn't wrong, but he still felt a little personal shame at being unable to even graze a child several years his minor. Then again, His real power came from covering the area around him in the intensity of fire. He'd already told himself that wasn't his goal here. (33)

The Dragon dropped low, into a crouching postion and brough his arms into an X formation, aiming to both mitigate the incoming damage, just in the knick of time to avoid another actual cut upon his scales. The blade leaveing a healthy gash upon the durable body, but not quite making it through the fire Dragons scales. The Dragon reluctatly had also dropped the fire from his grasp. Though it was the source of his training, he was going to try something else. (34)

Fire gathered within his body as each blow rained down upon his body, each strike seeming to match with his heart beat. He wasn't going to do anything that might hurt Tsubame, even if she had decided not to emply restraint in this battle. Had she been older, and head a little more strength behind her attacks? Vanilor might have found himself severaly injured from this show of skill.  (35)

As the final blow came upon his body he reacted and let the fire that had been gathering within his body explode outwards. Though this fire was not the same as his usual destructive force, it was a new technique, recently aquired and something he had chosen to employ to test it's strength. The sensation of nature energy surged. (36)

It was not raw fire, but instead jets of steam that exploded forth from every pore upon his body. It was an advanced fire technique, created though the mimicing of how essence worked with his own natural energy. IT was a new, and unqiuie feeling, one that he let wash over him like a wave, while the wave of steam aimed to push the Yatogari back! (37)

Vanilor blinked as his oppoenet seems to have wandered off mid battle. Oh well, this was fine as well. He would just continue his training session. He coud feel his natural energy relaxing after his heated used of the defense technique to push the Yatogari back. It was an intertesting feeling, and brought him a step closer to his end goal. (38)

Fire once more erupted in both of his hands as he returned to a balanced and steady stance. The feeling of how warm and powerful the fire made him feel, the man would bring both hands together, before throwing the ball of fire stight up into the air. The sensation of fire flying forth into the sky.  (39)

This was followed by a last bit of training, understanding blossoming within his mind as fire gathered within his chest. The force of it forceing his chest to expand to cartoonish levels, before he suddenly expelled the fire forward, aiming to engulf the ball of fire with another jet of flame, causeing both to clash and explode into a light show.  He had done it, he had come to understand fire on a more primal level. (40)