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Post by Jagaimo on Nov 18, 2023 6:41:00 GMT -5
Jagaimo sighed for the hundredth time and opened her eyes, gazing out over the emptiness of the Saiba Wastes. To call them or think of them as empty was a mistake usually only made once by newcomers, if they survived their first encounter with a Saiba creature the mistake was never repeated. If they didn’t survive…well it didn’t matter at that point. The Wastes themselves were actually teeming with all sorts of hardy lifeforms and rugged plant life, adapted to the harsh somewhat acidic climate and the violent storms that swept across the area. Everything from strange bug-like creatures to the aggressive and territorial Saiba Rex stalked these lands and were more than happy to prey on anyone not strong enough to defend themselves or run away fast enough.
The young Saiyan warrior had been here before, not so much that she was familiar with every creature and environment you could encounter, she was certainly no expert…but she’d been here enough to know what to look out for when traveling around so as to not draw attention to herself. Her innate ability to hide her own power from pretty much any source of tracking came in handy but today the creatures of the wastes stayed away for a different reason.
For the first time in a long time the young woman wasn’t hiding her full strength. At least not all the time. She was letting it pulse out into the surrounding area from atop the rock pillar she was sitting on, her legs folded underneath her. While not the strongest creature on Plant, even she was more than a match for most things save the oldest of the Saiba beasts that roamed these Badlands.
As far as she could tell she’d from the position of the sun she’d already been here for hours and still hadn’t achieved anything like the state she’d been described in her short time on Namek. She understood the concept of mediation, how she could reach a state of calm and control through breathing and visualization…Hell's she could create entire battlegrounds in her head that were more dangerous than most death worlds she’d ever encountered or heard about…but finding a ‘center’ as it were to keep her focused was far more difficult than she’d expected it to be.
Surely sitting calmly and quietly shouldn’t be this damn difficult?!
The young Saiyan breathed out, shook her head to let her hair settle again and slowly closed her eyes once more, hands resting on her knees, legs folded under her awkwardly, pulling her back straight as she concentrated on breathing in and out. She let her power fall away, naturally suppressing it until it would barely register in the single digits, holding it there for a few heartbeats and then slowly increasing it little by little, every change accompanied by a series of deep rhythmic breaths. Jagaimo focused on herself, not letting her senses creep out as they usually would in moments of quiet, but rather keeping her ability to sense what was going on centered on herself, trying to feel her own control.
The loose sand and pebbles around her began to vibrate and lift slowly from the ground as she focused, releasing more and more of her power into the air around her, stoking it like a fire and letting it build from a smouldering ember into a roaring conflagration, pouring herself into it without becoming lost. Every time it threatened to run from her grasp she pulled it back, just enough to stop it running wild but not so much as to suppress herself again.
The beast howled in the darkness as its chains stayed tight, her grip on its leash since her last fight with Vocado was far stronger than it had ever been. The urge was still there on the edges of her consciousness when she found herself exhausted and her temper began to fray but so far it hadn’t reared its ugly head. She smiled and blew a kiss in its direction, barely able to make out the vast shape of it in the blackness but she knew it was there always waiting for her to slip up. She was grateful it had always been there but now…she didn’t need it so often…she was stronger…
The wind whipped around her, the aura around her flaring a dark purple, spreading out from her slender frame, fingers digging into her knees as she fought to keep focused, to not lose the strange calm she’d felt when fighting under the palace. Something had changed then and she was keen for things to continue down that path.
Jagaimo breathed deep and let loose…blasting the pebbles and sand outwards from the top of the pillar, hearing the stone crack and protest at the force she was exerting on it…
The young Saiyan warrior had been here before, not so much that she was familiar with every creature and environment you could encounter, she was certainly no expert…but she’d been here enough to know what to look out for when traveling around so as to not draw attention to herself. Her innate ability to hide her own power from pretty much any source of tracking came in handy but today the creatures of the wastes stayed away for a different reason.
For the first time in a long time the young woman wasn’t hiding her full strength. At least not all the time. She was letting it pulse out into the surrounding area from atop the rock pillar she was sitting on, her legs folded underneath her. While not the strongest creature on Plant, even she was more than a match for most things save the oldest of the Saiba beasts that roamed these Badlands.
As far as she could tell she’d from the position of the sun she’d already been here for hours and still hadn’t achieved anything like the state she’d been described in her short time on Namek. She understood the concept of mediation, how she could reach a state of calm and control through breathing and visualization…Hell's she could create entire battlegrounds in her head that were more dangerous than most death worlds she’d ever encountered or heard about…but finding a ‘center’ as it were to keep her focused was far more difficult than she’d expected it to be.
Surely sitting calmly and quietly shouldn’t be this damn difficult?!
The young Saiyan breathed out, shook her head to let her hair settle again and slowly closed her eyes once more, hands resting on her knees, legs folded under her awkwardly, pulling her back straight as she concentrated on breathing in and out. She let her power fall away, naturally suppressing it until it would barely register in the single digits, holding it there for a few heartbeats and then slowly increasing it little by little, every change accompanied by a series of deep rhythmic breaths. Jagaimo focused on herself, not letting her senses creep out as they usually would in moments of quiet, but rather keeping her ability to sense what was going on centered on herself, trying to feel her own control.
The loose sand and pebbles around her began to vibrate and lift slowly from the ground as she focused, releasing more and more of her power into the air around her, stoking it like a fire and letting it build from a smouldering ember into a roaring conflagration, pouring herself into it without becoming lost. Every time it threatened to run from her grasp she pulled it back, just enough to stop it running wild but not so much as to suppress herself again.
The beast howled in the darkness as its chains stayed tight, her grip on its leash since her last fight with Vocado was far stronger than it had ever been. The urge was still there on the edges of her consciousness when she found herself exhausted and her temper began to fray but so far it hadn’t reared its ugly head. She smiled and blew a kiss in its direction, barely able to make out the vast shape of it in the blackness but she knew it was there always waiting for her to slip up. She was grateful it had always been there but now…she didn’t need it so often…she was stronger…
The wind whipped around her, the aura around her flaring a dark purple, spreading out from her slender frame, fingers digging into her knees as she fought to keep focused, to not lose the strange calm she’d felt when fighting under the palace. Something had changed then and she was keen for things to continue down that path.
Jagaimo breathed deep and let loose…blasting the pebbles and sand outwards from the top of the pillar, hearing the stone crack and protest at the force she was exerting on it…
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