Passive Meditation I

Travels to and from Alteros for medical attention due to the constant scuffles he got himself into within the caverns left him to finally rest in the midst of the prarries. Here, he didn't have to constantly persist for a doctor nor did he have to worry about needing one.

He recieved his fair share of training in his recent battles, and has endured many scars to tell the tale. In peace, the Malpercian meditated near a herd of Boars, taking their noses to the soil for truffles. Before him, was one of said creatures, slain, and cut open to some degree.
Twigs, sticks and wooden build up shown signs of an attempted fireplace, that obviously failed to see creation.

With steady breathing, his aura seemed to come to life, settling into the peace as well with every expanding inhale, and deflating exhalation. It died down, as did his potency, but the raw resevoir he worked upon would only bulken, leaving him with more power at his disposal, at the cost of his strength.
Physically, he went near-limp, unable to even move himself for the moment.

He felt physically fatigued, unwilling to twitch a finger- However, defended by a constant flow of his bulkened mana resevoir, crafting a thin sheilding around his meditating form.

His right arm was still heavily bandaged, but no longer littered with stains of mud, burns nor blood. However, it remained extremely swollen, almost twice the size of his left when compared directly. As for his left arm, only the shoulder remained bandaged for the moment...
Violet hair shrouded his closed eyes, leaving him approachable to all whom deemed it fit.
(Vriskol Malpercius)

Heading off east, a somewhat nude male traversed through the expansive praire's. Home towarsd many boars, upon getting a good distance towards the cave up ahead. A memory managed to conjure, this was a familiar spot. A spot where me met a friend.
A snort tickled at the boy's right hear, taking a quick glance over in the direction there was a small herd of boars.

However, something else was neaby, somone else. A violet haired individual, curious of whatever he was doing, the boy took a few steps closer. Taking a good sniff, his scent was a bit familiar perhaps he had come across this male at some point in time.

"Hey . . . Um, are you okay?"
(Jin Xipher)

The new arrival turned Vriskol's attention, recieving a half-batted eye towards the apparant nude exhibitionist. The Ookami, almost wandering in the complete nude earned not a word at first. He did get a long stare, but it would finally come to cease with an annoyed, "I don't see why I wouldn't." He turned some-more to reveal more of his shrouded face.

"Although, same could not be said for someone like you- Asking random strangers questions like that, in your travels could earn you with some irritation." He stated in reference to his interupted meditation.
"...So, if you don't need anything, I'd recommend you turn around and keep walking."
(Vriskol Malpercius)

Gregor Schmidt whispers: Boo.
At some point the Ookami must've left, Vriskol couldn't tell when in the midst of his intense meditation. In fact, he's even managed to mute out the world around him, finding himself tuned in to his inner darkness. It was as though he was tapping into his circuit and forcing himself to conserve and compact.

It had the calming side-effect, and it seemed that with only a matter of hours, he was already getting the hang of it. Mana Control was getting, just alittle easier.
Of course, nothing could've prepared him for yet another whom somehow managed to sneak up on him- Like the last Ookami whom ran through earlier.

He cringed up, eyes opening, only to loosen down with a slow, annoyed turn.
"You're beginning to get on my nerves, kid. Beat it!"
He turned some, to-... Not see anything. Infact, he rose a brow to some extent, turning further and breaking his meditative stance to observe the source of the disturbance closer.

This time, both eyes were open, attempting to see through to what this really was....
(Vriskol Malpercius)

(Unrelated or irrelevant RP was omitted from this log)