Solo [IHL] From Animal to Animal

[Sevris]

1st Day of Fall 513 A.V This was certainly a leap for the young Lazarin. After seeing the young Kalina change right before his very eyes from a ocelot to a human was amazing. If he could implement such magic on the battlefield he would be a sight to behold. A sight to fear. So he was very aware of Luvet and his teachings, as his Uncle Thaedus was a teacher at the Institute of Learning as well. So he picked out a class for private study with the young minded but old Luvet. Before Luvet had Sevris meditate for several hours each day until the beginning of fall. Sitting in class Luvet began to tell him the difficulties of Morphing. "To morph, is to lose ones self image. They must believe they what they believe they are. " He paced back and forward. They were in a nicely lit dungeon accommodated to his uses. "You are still a novice to the world of magic, having not taken a discipline before. But that does not mean you cannot gain the mental prowess to overcome these barriers. Now take the model we studied together and will your Djed to become the wolfs. Simply concentrate on the claws for now." Sevris did not have many models he could attribute to the session except a Dire wolf that he had slain himself. He preserved the head and the body was brought back for whatever experiments they wrought. The image of the great wolf and its spawn lay heavily on his mind. He did as he was told. Saying not a word, but trying to access his Djed for the first time. It was a surreal feeling when finally began feel it, excited but not deterred. He felt the magic began to manifest itself around his hands. Sevris did not open his eyes for all his concentration was needed. He heard stop after several minutes went by. "Look at your hands." Sevris took a look at both of his hands, and to his amazement his nails were curved and slightly longer, turning into the claws he imagined from the Dire wolf. "Its a start. Try again. I want a hand slightly morphed by the time you leave."

[Sevris]

Despite Luvets constant prodding. He faired no better the first time then the next several. It was a hit or miss with the morphing ability. He found it at times he could mold the Djed to his whim but then it would slip his grasp yet again. Frustrating as it was, his anger did not help with the process. Something Luvet astutely pointed out, "That is the reason for the consistent meditation. The fasting. These should already tell you that with time, you will achieve what you sought." He poised himself in front of the Lazarin. "If enlightenment is what you want. Then it shall come, through tribulation and meditation. Such is the same for power, which is what you seek." Power. It was the driving force behind most of his motives. His goals. Being the resilient soldier he was, a form of happiness for him was destroying his enemies. He was not born for the peaceful world. He needed chaos. He needed Rhysol. And Rhysol saved him. Now he needed to do more. Sevris had much to prove for this honor. Again he pounded on his mental resolution. Concentrated on his Djed as instructed, and began to form his hands into the claws and paw. An entire minute went by before he looked without instruction. To his slight enjoyment, his right hand had morphed slightly. Instead of trying to get both of his hands to morph he concentrated on just his right hand. There he was starting to see his hand had changed. The claws and paw he had pictured was not what he created. But he managed to pull dark fur over his hands, and the claws were small extensions. Improvement.

[Sevris]

2nd Day of Spring Today marked the second day of his training. The thought was just as foreign when he started yesterday. However the thing he happened to get used to was the breathing and meditation techniques. He was able to finally use magic after being so thoroughly shamed by his Uncle Thaedus for not being able to use magic. It was common within the family that to be prominent and dominant. You had to learn all arts that would be a weakness. This was due especially to magic. The greatest of warriors could fall victim to a crazed mage. Perimeters must be met so that magic could not only be an enemy...but an ally as well. This the diring thought that Luvet tried to instill in his mind as they tried over and over again to change the shape of his hands. He believed he was making progress, when evidently there weren't to many surprises. He was still able to change the form of his nails and occasionally alter it so it slightly resembles an open paw. However Luvet was more concerned on how long he could maintain the morph. Which was usually for maybe a half a minute or less. Sevris stood in front of Luvet who had been quiet except to bark an order out on what he should be doings attempting to mold the Djed around his hands yet again, and the feeling of touching his magic reserve was better. No...it felt better, the thought made him want to try more. He was finally able to turn his right hand into a full paw with deadly looking claws modeled after the Dire wolf. But he was only able to keep it up for only a few seconds before it dissipated and he was left panting. Luvet thought this was a good note to stop on and scheduled him to come back the sametime tomorrow. In which the Lazarin agreed to, repetition was key.

[Abstract]

Hello Sevris! I found a big problem in this thread that simply can not be overlooked. Morphing is hard to start. It's stated in the lore that to start, you need to meditate enough to separate mind and body. Only then can you seriously start morphing. I saw none of this in the thread, and instead Sevris simply 'started'. It need a lot more detail and description of how Sevris is morphing, and the whole meditation part is missing.

Also, the memory of a model, especially for the first time, is very uncertain... and kind of a bad way to start, considering you probably don't remember very much.. but that's not the big part.

Please edit this, and fix the changes, and I can lift the intervention and grade this.

Thanks!

~ Abstract