What a strange predicament Xalet had found himself in. Without the proper tools to keep his strength up he had to resort to all sorts of unnatural positions in order to allow his strength to grow. Typical push-ups weren't creating muscular failure anymore, they simply increased his muscular endurance. In order for him to allow his muscles to gain the appropriate stress they needed to grow he actually had to kick his feet up against a tree trunk and push his hefty inverted body up from the ground, his tussled locks touching the dirt each time he lowered his weight downward before pushing back up. Much better he thought to himself, this was creating the resistance he needed in order to see an improvement in his overall applied strength.
The entire routine came about due to him so recently retaking control of the body he and Xuphim shared. It had felt like he had been lazy for an entire season, even if the dark half was well within his means to push their body on a daily basis, and push he did. The lacerations and bruises had mostly faded now, slowly but surely they were reclaiming the Spires so that it could be restored to it's former rustic glory. It didn't help Xalet from being overwhelmingly restless. To think that Xuphim had just given the primary control over to Xalet so easily, perhaps they were beginning to understand each other's importance more than ever. Just maybe that meant they were one step closer to this elusive state of Akalak existence that he had only heard about from his mother titled 'Perfection' in the Akalak tongue of Tukant. It had been said that the most 'dangerous' of Akalak were the Cerulean, but the most 'powerful' were those that had reached Perfection. Total symbiosis between the two halves, allowing both to manifest simultaneously. Such a thing sounded more like a fairy tale than any reality Xalet could comprehend.
After his upper body sets Xalet pushed his feet off from the tree and rolled down onto his back, taking a moment to slow his breath and feel the acids moving into his muscles. Lifting up from the ground he brushed the bits of dust, dirt, and debris from his back and shoulders and moved toward the lake he knew was nearby. It was an excellent opportunity to get a good wash in, and remove the specks of grass and foliage that did their best to annoyingly cling to the sweat that had built up across his broad torso.
He wore the draw-string trousers of his uniform, though his shirt was absent so as not to taint it to horribly with the sweat and musk of his work-out. Upon his approach he heard the sounds of another, and despite the darkness across the sky her radiance had shown quite clearly to his Akalak eyes. Xalet simply stood silent, contemplating leaving the woman be for the moment, that was until she called out to him, and suddenly he recognized her as the original Konti that had met Xuphim when all this began back in Syliras. "I did not mean to linger." he spoke shortly, as he often did compared to Xuphim's verbal clutter.
Xalphiru, the name of the man that had been absent nearly his entire life. His mother did well to build him up though, often taking the opportunity to inform her son of just how amazing an Akalak Xalphiru was. Beyond his own mother however, he couldn't remember the last time he had heard the name spoken by anyone, until today. "You know the name of my father." he commented, moreso making an observation than questioning how or why. "Retaking primary control after so many days is...difficult. I can now properly envy Xuphim's patience."
There was no way to deny Syo'Nea was magnificently gorgeous. Most Konti had an ethereal beauty to them, but Syo'Nea had the internal brilliance that Xalet favored as well. Those sorts of things were most important to him, but Xuphim could have done well enough with her simply losing the one piece of clothing she kept in the meantime. He did not flinch or withdraw as she grasped his hand, thought it was possible she might feel how warm it was from his recent workout, the blood still moving swiftly to gather oxygen. His massive stride was so much slower than her gait, perhaps one step for every two of hers. Once they found a place and sat he found himself looking at her from the corner of his eyes, trying to take care not to stare. Watching her turn toward the lake, Xalet's neck spun slowly, his vision switching to a more typical method of sight so he could see the bouncing flickers of light against the water. "Why is it you cry? If it is for the state of the Spires, please do not cry. Just as Xuphim did I will continue to work in the reclamation." he finally broke the silence, his soft voice was at the same time so deep in its tone. He wished to reassure the woman, though he knew not against what, he could only assume.
by Cinna on September 11th, 2012, 11:41 pm 
