Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2015 14:19:31 GMT
It was a beautifully sunny day on Mount Paozu, made all the more bright by the layer of fresh snow from a prior blizzard reflecting the sunlight. At this level of elevation there were few animals around, leaving the world silent in a wintry beauty. Then a sound broke through the silence. It was the sound of a engine.
A solitary human was riding a motorcycle up the mountain's narrow road, stronger than many but not by much with an apparent powerlevel of 100. His long ponytail streamed out of a dark green bikers helmet, whipping in the wind with a ferocity only matched by the two long coattails of the man's shin-length striped leather jacket. To combat the cold the man had buttoned up the jacket some time ago, covering the bare flesh of his torso with the durable coat.
Several days has passed since Trace began his journey away from the city he spent his life in and he has spent most of the time riding from town to town in search of these strong beings he was told about from Izma. The lycan hasn't seen anyone of interest yet. Perhaps it is because he is unlucky, or perhaps its because he is looking in the wrong places. If there were beings like him, possessing powers inaccessible to the common human, would they more likely be in towns flaunting their power or would they be in the isolated extremes of the world secretly honing their powers? With that thought in mind he decided to explore this mountain. Even if he didn't find anyone he reasoned that it would be the perfect opportunity to learn how to use the psychic power that was unlocked in his wolf form. Over the past few days Trace has tested it minutely, enough to realize that he could only use the power in his wolf form.
"This should be far enough." Trace muttered to himself. He had driven very high up the mountain and he was starting to run out of road, if he were to continue higher he would have to do so on foot. The lycan killed the engine of his motorcycle before stepping off of it. As soon as his feet touched the cold snow-covered ground he shivered. His feet may be wrapped in cloth but it is poor protection against the ground, still it would prevent him from getting hypothermia or anything equally dangerous. Turning around to face the motorcycle he pressed a button on the machine's dashboard and the bike poofed into a small capsule which Trace grabbed and pocketed before turning to regard the mountain. He still had quite the climb before him.
Thankfully the ground wasn't too steep; allowing Trace to jog directly forward at a decent clip. It wasn't too much longer that, gasping for much needed air, he reached the summit. Ok, so why did I feel the need to get here before I did anything else? The lycan questioned himself before looking around. What he saw was beyond any beauty he's ever seen! The world seemed to open up to him, allowing him to see all the beauty for an comprehensible distance no matter where he looked. Feeling well rewarded for his accomplishment Trace soaked in the vista for several minutes before looking down the mountain. Perhaps now that he was somewhere isolated he'd have a higher chance of finding what he seeks.
A solitary human was riding a motorcycle up the mountain's narrow road, stronger than many but not by much with an apparent powerlevel of 100. His long ponytail streamed out of a dark green bikers helmet, whipping in the wind with a ferocity only matched by the two long coattails of the man's shin-length striped leather jacket. To combat the cold the man had buttoned up the jacket some time ago, covering the bare flesh of his torso with the durable coat.
Several days has passed since Trace began his journey away from the city he spent his life in and he has spent most of the time riding from town to town in search of these strong beings he was told about from Izma. The lycan hasn't seen anyone of interest yet. Perhaps it is because he is unlucky, or perhaps its because he is looking in the wrong places. If there were beings like him, possessing powers inaccessible to the common human, would they more likely be in towns flaunting their power or would they be in the isolated extremes of the world secretly honing their powers? With that thought in mind he decided to explore this mountain. Even if he didn't find anyone he reasoned that it would be the perfect opportunity to learn how to use the psychic power that was unlocked in his wolf form. Over the past few days Trace has tested it minutely, enough to realize that he could only use the power in his wolf form.
"This should be far enough." Trace muttered to himself. He had driven very high up the mountain and he was starting to run out of road, if he were to continue higher he would have to do so on foot. The lycan killed the engine of his motorcycle before stepping off of it. As soon as his feet touched the cold snow-covered ground he shivered. His feet may be wrapped in cloth but it is poor protection against the ground, still it would prevent him from getting hypothermia or anything equally dangerous. Turning around to face the motorcycle he pressed a button on the machine's dashboard and the bike poofed into a small capsule which Trace grabbed and pocketed before turning to regard the mountain. He still had quite the climb before him.
Thankfully the ground wasn't too steep; allowing Trace to jog directly forward at a decent clip. It wasn't too much longer that, gasping for much needed air, he reached the summit. Ok, so why did I feel the need to get here before I did anything else? The lycan questioned himself before looking around. What he saw was beyond any beauty he's ever seen! The world seemed to open up to him, allowing him to see all the beauty for an comprehensible distance no matter where he looked. Feeling well rewarded for his accomplishment Trace soaked in the vista for several minutes before looking down the mountain. Perhaps now that he was somewhere isolated he'd have a higher chance of finding what he seeks.