Titan Practice 1

Titan. Bevolt Nagano-Draconis wanted to master Titan Form Technique. This was a very dangerous art without a doubt. Walking away from Koru, she planned to leave Cinderfall and go somewhere that she knew for a fact that neither Bevolt or Sitrianna would be distrubed by anyone. Walking into the Trystle, she headed far south until made it to an exit leading the duo out into the praire.

For quite a while the both of them went on a stroll, all the while Sitrianna guiding her daughter until having located themselves behind a mountain away from prying eyes. Only kept hidden unless one of them go Giant, or for Sitrianna; Titan. .

A. .pretty big gap was put in between the both of them. Where was Sitrianna going to start? Only for a moment her lips parted as she tried to immediately conjure some response to her daughter. As of right now The Behemoth didn't want to be doing this. .what if she was the cause of her daught to. .die from this? Facing such a . .dangerous challenge like this. .it was a test to see one's patience and how well they worked whilst under-pressure. It was obvious that The Behemoth was already nervous. .no. .Sitrianna was a fool the first time she even bothered practicing. .before she could continue with teaching. .these words. .they felt like they needed to be spoken.

"D-Darlin'. .doin' this scares me. Ah. .dun' wanna lose ya'. You n' the boys are. .everythin' ta' meh. All ah realleh have left. .why ya' want this? How badly do ya' want this?" Her head tilted as she awaited for her daughter to speak, tears were held back as of now. They weren't needed here. .not yet. Hopefully. .
(Sitrianna the Behemoth)
Bevolt followed her mother in silence, walking through Trystle Caverns towards the plains they once lived around, walking towards more conceled area with the purebloods eyes narrowing as she stared at the much older drakanite and her parent.

Once they stopped the awkward silence filled the area as both stared at one another with Sitira clearly appearing nervous and possibly afraid, being afraid of something with all becoming clear when she finally spoke, forcing Bevolt to narrow her eyes as she lsitened to her words, frowning a little before rubbing her arms and soon looking away with ashamed expression.

"I feel weak...unatractive...I..fear that no one will consider me strong...naither I do feel strong at all...especiall with how fast and strong Raja is growing....I fear that he will soon suprass me and I got nothing special...I am just another pureblood alive...who cannot even turn into a dragon...I...want to show that I can achieve something....that I am more than just a smith...that I can fight!" the drakantie nearly exclaimed, with her claws nearly compeletly tightening as she spoke, nervous and hesitating.
(Bevolt Nagano-Draconis)
Was Bevolt ashamed of herself? Was she not capable of swinging a blade efficently? Even after all those years of training that The Behemoth had given her. She wasn't going to allow her children to be weak, yet she didn't want them to die either. This was troubling for Sitrianna to come down to a final answer. Aziza. .she was right about everything. Everything falling apart at once. .the advice about the children too. .she was nearly spot on accurate.

"Ah'm. .erm. ." Her lips moved yet she was speaking no more words. She would allow this and go with her gut feeling and prey that her child wouldn't end up getting herself killed if her exact words were taken heed to and understood well.

"Titan is. .is not normal dear. Far from et. This is prolly one o' da' more dangerous techniques darlin'. .et's jus' like yer' castin' Giant Form but uh. .a lot more hard. ." Pausing for a few moments, Sitrianna began to pace herself toward Bevolt so she could hear better. Continuing. "Nearly double da' mana is used ta' transform. Yet usin' dis much is hard. Et's dangerous n' life threatnin'.So ah'm gonna have ya' practice et before we go down da' hard road. ."

Practice with titanic mana manipulation? Yeah. .most likely. "Rememba da' trainin' from Giant Form? Da' same tactics are applied 'ere, ya' jus' have ta use a LOOOT o' mana. Most pass out 'fore even gatherin' dis' much but. .me n' ya' have had some practice yet 'dere is always da' chance. Ah'm not sure if ya' knew dis but if ya' use all yer' mana. . Her voice trilled down until nothing could be heard coming from The Behemoth.

". .Yer' dead. ."

Such was simply put, making the statement obvious if not obeyed properly. Clearing her throat, she continued to speak trying to make sure her daughter got everything first and was informed of the important bits. "Ya' direct as much o' et' dat' ya' can 'til yer' gonna pass out. .if possible. .more. ." She knew that Bevolt was going to pass out. The moment Sitrianna allowed as much of it as she could into one spot and allowing it to explode the way she did. .yeah no thats how you rip yourself apart. . .or lose all your mana. .
(Sitrianna the Behemoth)
Once more the pureblood listened to her mentor and mother, slowly crossing her arms as the words that left her mothers lips sent a chill down her spine with her eyes narrowing as she looked down at the ground, trying to consider all possible choices she had, including the way to withdraw, though visibly hesitating. Her pride hit her hard, forcing her to grind her teeth as she appeared to be fighting her own reason and survival instict with will desire to become something more.

Despite knowing all of the odds she growled loudly and snorted before finally looking into her mothers eyes with stern expression, addressing her with voice she rarelly spoke with these days, filled with cold, some people would even call it insane determination.

"I have to try, I won't achieve anything if I will stand still, if not to be better than someone else...then at least for myself to prove to myself that I can keep going, I can do more...that I -want- to do more...be and achieve  as much as it is possible, because...I fear of falling behind...I was weakest of my siblings back when all Larencias were alive....I was the weakest...I still cannot use the fullshift...while my siblings...used them before they were even ten..." the drakantie looked at her claws before binging them together in front of her chest.

"I want to give it a go..." she added after a moment.
(Bevolt Nagano-Draconis)

Bevolt Nagano-Draconis: (Should I try?)
Bevolt Nagano-Draconis: (in your honest opinion, should I try)
Sitrianna the Behemoth: 3-4) Loss of Limb 3 leg 4 arm; then you will do a roll again  1-3 is right 4-6 is left
Sitrianna the Behemoth: (i meann. ..
Sitrianna the Behemoth: (if you wanna do how i did it sure
Sitrianna the Behemoth: (yo ucan try right now
Bevolt Nagano-Draconis rolled a dice and it landed on: 6

Eyes narrowed toward her daughter. Was it time to. .finally let go? Simply. .free herself from these talons which constricted her for so long? To send her children to fight for themselves? That same distant and stoic demeanor took shape upon her facial extremities. She wanted to try it after hearing her speak. The Green Behemoth was right in saying this. She was a pureblood and was unable to attain the Full-shift ability.

Taking a few steps backward, The Behemoth would simply stare at her daughter all the while creating a massive gap between the two of them praying that her daughter took heed and payed attention while she spoke. Reminders would be given. "Darlin', listen ta' mah words. .rememba. .focus n' lots o' force. Direct ALL of it inta' one spot n' let it explode. .jus' like usin' Giant but. .with moe mana!"

All she could do now was just..hope for the best and that she at the least doesn't die or something.
(Sitrianna the Behemoth)
Looking at her mentor and mother with same determined look Bevolt observed as Sitirannas expression changed, becoming clearly terrified, not surprising the young woman as she was well aware of what she slowly pushed herself into, each step could've meant her death if she were to either to prove being too weak or hesitate in wrong moment.

With all that the emerald hues locked once more on their mentors lips for the last time, listening to their words and honing the reminder they wished to share so badly, hoping that it would be enough for Bevolt to survive. Smiling the green haired berserker took a deep breath before deciding to close her eyes, as usually deciding to begin gathering her mana in one spot of her body, imagining a rapidly growing flame within her inner self, burning wildly and yet remaining locked in one place by her own sheer will.

Doing her best to make the task as easy as possible Bevolt focused directly on acumulating insane quanttity of mana in one spot, pushing her own body beyond what it was used for even during her fight in giant form, determined to go far beyond all of it. Only to feel as if suddenly she began to sufficate, with extense of her power being drained to point where she nearly hesitated, in last second returning her focus until she felt she couldn't go any fruther.

Only then with her own skin turning pale with her veins emerging on her skin she decided to release it all as instructed, imagining the flame uddenly exploding all over her body, pushing it outwards with inhuman combustion blinding her even in her own imagination just as the world dissapeared, leaving darkness with her own body heaving forth, limply falling onto the ground.

For a second it appeared as if Bevolt had failed her first attempt due to her own body appearing limp and pale at first, only once touched and checked for pulse one would feel a faint heart beats, indicating that blood was still flowing, pumping the lifegiving fluid across entire body and within the drakanites inner self the very same spark that once barelly kindled, sparked once more with much brigter flame.
(Bevolt Nagano-Draconis)

Eyes never left her daughter. Focusing deeply into her eyes, cheeks, nose, lips. .everything that was about her. The Behemoth didn't want to think of her daughter dying here. .no. The simple thought was tearing her to pieces. She wanted to remember her face in case this indeed was going to be the very last time she saw Bevolt. The beauty and privelage of being her mother was nonetheless. .filling. There were no words to describe the bond that she had with Bevolt. She was her world. .her and all of her kids.

Now came the very moment, that only left Bevolt be the one who picks and chooses life or death. Quietly the Behemoth was staring awaiting for Bevolt to gather all and or as much mana as possible. So far Bevolt was doing good, the strain was noticed on her body as assumingly mana was being conjured and lots of it. The strain only intensified the more that mana was drawn. Several moments had passed doing so, as finally the maximum capacity was reached nwo all of it exploding throughout her body. Skin turning a dead white pale in doing so.

The force was strong enough it heaved her frame forward flopping onto the ground falling slack. Laying atop of the grass limp, appearing. .dead. D-Did she just die from . .mana depletion? Immediately Sitrianna sprinted over sliding across the grass to land herself beside Bevolt now hovering over her. Two fingers adjusted directly below her wrist to feel for a pulse and thankfully one was there yet. .it was weak.

O-Oh mah gosh . .she's alive! Those were the only words spoken as Sitrianna immediately lifted her up and carried her with ease to Cinderfall to get some rest there all the while assuring that nothing bad went wrong. That paranoia of Bevolt passing or whatever as she was brought to saftey.
(Sitrianna the Behemoth)