Flashback Learning the art of Pyken

[Sinoa]

Sinoa 1st day of Autumn 513 av After a few seasons of creeping about the streets and jumping at the slightest sound, Sinoa decided it was time he learned to defend himself. He wasn't aware of any facilities in the city that would help him achieve this goal and finding things was always a chore in Alvadas. The young Pycon wished he had payed more attention back at his Pyve in Syliras when one of the elders was teaching Pyken to the other newly sentient ones. He was very naive back then and saw no use for such a skill, especially when his life had been so peaceful at that point in time. Entertaining seemed more important because it made people happy but when the horrors of the world are about to eat you or those you care about playing a happy tune won't save you. The Pycon would have to teach himself how to fight if he were to ever feel safe preforming on the streets again. While it would make more sense to practice in his pycon house, Sinoa's house was starting to feel more like a prison cell even if it was safer. He scurried between different hiding places until he found an abandoned alleyway. The rather ominous location seemed like the worst place for him to be but no one was around and there was an abandoned box that was just his size if something threatening were to show up. Once He was sure he was alone, Sinoa crossed the four muscular arms he used as legs in an attempt to recreate the typical sitting position one uses to meditate. After situating himself, Sinoa went inside himself and tried to think back to what the elder was saying during his lessons. It wasn't surprising that Sinoa couldn't remember much, but he did remember the elder telling his pupils to think of themselves as if they were made of Water. “Water is in a constant state of change, as a pycon should strive to be” Sinoa recalled the Elder repeating this phrase constantly, probably as a way of drilling this mantra into his students heads. Sinoa sat in the cold dank alleyway imagining himself as a creature comprised of water instead of clay. The determined Pycon did so for what felt like an eternity for him but was probably only three chimes. He was ready to start trying the more practical application despite having little to no idea where to begin. Sinoa figured a good way to start was to throw some punches and see if he could extend his arms in the process. He started with the arms on his more delicate and feminine upper half but soon came to the conclusion that his thick lower half was his best bet. Getting himself out of his meditative position Sinoa balanced himself on his back legs. Balancing wasn't too difficult in this position and he was stating to get the hang of throwing punches even if they were lacking proper form. Every punch he made Sinoa tried to focus on extending it, to get it farther than the last one.

[Sinoa]

Sinoa Sinoa got into sort of a rhythm and his visual senses focused almost entirely on the fists and how long they were getting. It was almost a hypnotized trance the pycon was in as each fist was let out. He didn't care about form or strength he merely punched like a possessed automaton. However after only about 30 punches the legs he was using to support himself started to give and he had to give them a rest. He wasn't really sure if he had actually accomplished anything but was willing to try it again tomorrow. For now he needed to head back to home before trouble came his way.

[Tapestry]

Your Reward is in the Weave

Sinoa:

XP Award:

• +1 Meditation
• +1 Pyken

Lore:

• Pyken: Be like Water

Comments :

Hey Sinoa! Sorry I couldn't give you any more experience...you should consider lengthening your solos a bit if you want better lore and skill points. Perhaps consider fighting a wild dog, or an over-curious person? I'd be interested to see Sinoa in a situation like that.

TAPESTRY