karthanian
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Feb 16, 2009
Sitting on the ground, his legs crossed, eyes closed, brow frowning slightly in frustration, Alex was concentrating on the pile of wood in front of him. As the wind blew his short jet black hair he breathed deeply, slowly letting out his breath, a small like of flame appeared in the centre of the wood pile before him, slowly spreading to engulf the wood and burn on its own. A grin began to appear on the male's face as he opened his eyes, the light reflecting in his his pupil, surrounded by the grey iris giving him a rather chilling look.
Pulling the cloak closer to himself as he huddled to the warmth of the flame, Alex sighed. He had been travelling for days now before he finally reached this woodland. Days of travel surviving off his own instincts and talents. Well talents was a very light word to be used to be talking about what Alex could do.
Magic wasn't as well known as most people were lead to believe, and someone who could fully use these powers were rarer still. Sure you found things such as hedge-witches and petty acts of 'magic' to impress the folks in the cities, but half the times these people were charlatans, trying to make money with whatever trickery they could. Real magic was more primal, more real then a few sleight-of-hand tricks.
Shivering slightly, Alex placed the meat from the rabbits he had caught, killed and skinned into the flames, hoping the meager meal would sustain him until he managed to get to where he had been trying to reach.
Pulling the cloak closer to himself as he huddled to the warmth of the flame, Alex sighed. He had been travelling for days now before he finally reached this woodland. Days of travel surviving off his own instincts and talents. Well talents was a very light word to be used to be talking about what Alex could do.
Magic wasn't as well known as most people were lead to believe, and someone who could fully use these powers were rarer still. Sure you found things such as hedge-witches and petty acts of 'magic' to impress the folks in the cities, but half the times these people were charlatans, trying to make money with whatever trickery they could. Real magic was more primal, more real then a few sleight-of-hand tricks.
Shivering slightly, Alex placed the meat from the rabbits he had caught, killed and skinned into the flames, hoping the meager meal would sustain him until he managed to get to where he had been trying to reach.