Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 8, 2009 9:04:18 GMT -5
A serenely quiet evening was what Phugsius encountered as he arrived at the center of the dueling field. The crescent moon was shadowed by clouds, the night air slid against his skin comfortably as he began to take a seat in the grass, crossing his legs to sit evenly with his pelvis. His hands were brought from their resting place on his knees to about his stomach. His eyes closed and behind them a wave of concentration began. He attempted to feel the pulse of the earth below him, the streams of air around him, the water which was brought to nature, and the fire which consumed all that there was of these things. He began quietly focusing letting his inner flame take over him. A calming warmth surrounded his body as his hands began to light up as if by candles.
The flame slowly began to grow, and with each breath he took the flames grew stronger. This was not brought through with emotion, it was brought with peace. The world around him suddenly seemed to become alive with energy. Every blade of grass became a lightly wavering flame. Every waving tree, a towering inferno. The air itself seemed to come alive with fire as he sat in the field seeing not with his eyes, but with his natural element. He saw the hunger of his flame growing, not for revenge now, but passion. His passion flowed freely with him, instead of in sparratic bursts. He let it weave throughout his body controlling every movement he made and every thing that he did.
Phugsius slowly stood up, his eyes still closed and began to let his energy loose in warm flowing waves, creating an aura around him of warmth. His eyes slowly began to open and within them the raging inferno that had been contained slowly faded away. The warming sensation he had let out moments before slowly faded inward toward it's source. With steady movement of his arm, raising his hand in the air, a flame sprouted from his hand. With a silent whim, he sent a fireball hurtling into the air.
With a contained movement he drew his wand and held it up next to his hand.
"Incendio" the boy said tranquilly letting the flame fly from his wand like a stream to the palm of his hand. He brought the flame down to examine and as he thought of Niobe the flame slowly turned a more passionate maroon.
Phugsius let out a sigh and the flame rose into the air as smoke.
He stood on the dueling field in wonderment at what he had just been able to do.
The flame slowly began to grow, and with each breath he took the flames grew stronger. This was not brought through with emotion, it was brought with peace. The world around him suddenly seemed to become alive with energy. Every blade of grass became a lightly wavering flame. Every waving tree, a towering inferno. The air itself seemed to come alive with fire as he sat in the field seeing not with his eyes, but with his natural element. He saw the hunger of his flame growing, not for revenge now, but passion. His passion flowed freely with him, instead of in sparratic bursts. He let it weave throughout his body controlling every movement he made and every thing that he did.
Phugsius slowly stood up, his eyes still closed and began to let his energy loose in warm flowing waves, creating an aura around him of warmth. His eyes slowly began to open and within them the raging inferno that had been contained slowly faded away. The warming sensation he had let out moments before slowly faded inward toward it's source. With steady movement of his arm, raising his hand in the air, a flame sprouted from his hand. With a silent whim, he sent a fireball hurtling into the air.
With a contained movement he drew his wand and held it up next to his hand.
"Incendio" the boy said tranquilly letting the flame fly from his wand like a stream to the palm of his hand. He brought the flame down to examine and as he thought of Niobe the flame slowly turned a more passionate maroon.
Phugsius let out a sigh and the flame rose into the air as smoke.
He stood on the dueling field in wonderment at what he had just been able to do.