43rd Day of Winter 514 A.V
The winds were just as cold and vile as they were horrid. They were putrid, and so cold that one would lose the feeling in their hands from being out and about too long. The subtle crunching of boots impacting the ground could be heard. In his own ears, the winds blew about and whistled; Snow flakes descended from the heavens above. The absolutely bone chilling cold rushed about and caused the hair upon the back of the males neck to stand up. He'd continued to look about for an appropriate spot. Before he spotted a single area with a condensed amount of Bush. In that singular area it was much more warm; Due to the fact that the winds didn't blow quite as harshly in that particular area. He'd chosen to stride over as he walked about and into the vicinity of the thickened Bush. Before a seat would be taken and he could feel the cold snow against his rump. He'd decided upon becoming comfortable, because he would be here for a while. In an attempt to focus, and make sure that he would no longer lose his concentration during the day. It was such an annoying trait to have; To lose your attention span rapidly throughout the course of the day is absolutely horrid. Imagine not even recalling what you had done less then two minutes ago. Waking up next to a tree that your visage just impacted, and not even realizing it. How idiotic would you feel in that scenario, and I can practically guarantee that you wouldn't want that happening to you, Either.
Oh well he thought to himself, as he proceeded to get comfortable. Allowing his legs to cross over one another. The ankles of his beneath the boots impacted the ground as he sat "Criss cross." Upon the ground and placed his palms upon his knees. This day he wore his simplistic attire, with a pair of teethed gauntlets upon his hands. A wolf hide, coarse thick wool pants and an undershirt which was layered beneath a studded leather piece of Torso armor. He was kept quite warm upon this fine day. It mattered not that he would fail for the first multiple attempts at doing this. A long series of breaths begun to be drawn, and with each inhalation he could feel the cold air enter his lungs before rapidly heating up. The cold air felt like a rather odd tingly sensation and felt pleasurable. Before he would slowly exhale, and he felt his heart rate slowing down. He wondered did he just calm himself down by breathing in slowly and allowing a breath to roll off his tongue slowly? Perhaps that could come in use during a battle!
Now it was time, and he thought incredibly hard about clearing his mind. He concentrated, solely on Nothing. He was attempting to keep his mind on a concept that he didn't understand. Nothing, Nothing at all, Nothingness.. He has to simply think about nothing at all in order to clear his mind. Already he was beginning to feel uncomfortable being that he was out in the wilderness like this. His eyes closed simultaneously, and he begun to continue inhaling and exhaling ever so slowly. Calming himself further and further, the males muscles relax themselves. His embodiment reclines and he becomes incredibly comfortable in his current position. He is beginning to feel more and more comfortable with his surroundings. Now he would take the time to listen to the way that the wind sang to his ears. The way that he heard the very plants dance about as the winds blew around. The rustling, and even the silence that followed the ceasing of the winds motions. He couldn't believe how much he'd been missing out in the wild, and it was practically astonishing. He'd continue to attempt clearing his mind time and time again. Trial after trail would need to be undergone before he could ever grasp the concept of clearing his mind. Nothing is better then this in the least bit, and he was only grazing the surface of doing this.
He'd begun to hum to himself silently, and he could feel the very vibration produced inside his mouth. He was just now beginning to even somewhat understand things not only about himself but about nature itself. His mind was beginning to become cleared, but he couldn't help but get a strange feeling about his surroundings. He'd practically begun to fall in love with the odd sensation which coursed through his veins. The sensation was much like that of floating upon a cloud which tickles the senses. He continued to hum and with each and every vibration the sensation only grew stronger. He begun to only further attempt concentrating on nothing. "The more I think of absolutely nothing, the more that I will probably come to know about myself.. Moments like this are just what I need!"
The winds were just as cold and vile as they were horrid. They were putrid, and so cold that one would lose the feeling in their hands from being out and about too long. The subtle crunching of boots impacting the ground could be heard. In his own ears, the winds blew about and whistled; Snow flakes descended from the heavens above. The absolutely bone chilling cold rushed about and caused the hair upon the back of the males neck to stand up. He'd continued to look about for an appropriate spot. Before he spotted a single area with a condensed amount of Bush. In that singular area it was much more warm; Due to the fact that the winds didn't blow quite as harshly in that particular area. He'd chosen to stride over as he walked about and into the vicinity of the thickened Bush. Before a seat would be taken and he could feel the cold snow against his rump. He'd decided upon becoming comfortable, because he would be here for a while. In an attempt to focus, and make sure that he would no longer lose his concentration during the day. It was such an annoying trait to have; To lose your attention span rapidly throughout the course of the day is absolutely horrid. Imagine not even recalling what you had done less then two minutes ago. Waking up next to a tree that your visage just impacted, and not even realizing it. How idiotic would you feel in that scenario, and I can practically guarantee that you wouldn't want that happening to you, Either.
Oh well he thought to himself, as he proceeded to get comfortable. Allowing his legs to cross over one another. The ankles of his beneath the boots impacted the ground as he sat "Criss cross." Upon the ground and placed his palms upon his knees. This day he wore his simplistic attire, with a pair of teethed gauntlets upon his hands. A wolf hide, coarse thick wool pants and an undershirt which was layered beneath a studded leather piece of Torso armor. He was kept quite warm upon this fine day. It mattered not that he would fail for the first multiple attempts at doing this. A long series of breaths begun to be drawn, and with each inhalation he could feel the cold air enter his lungs before rapidly heating up. The cold air felt like a rather odd tingly sensation and felt pleasurable. Before he would slowly exhale, and he felt his heart rate slowing down. He wondered did he just calm himself down by breathing in slowly and allowing a breath to roll off his tongue slowly? Perhaps that could come in use during a battle!
Now it was time, and he thought incredibly hard about clearing his mind. He concentrated, solely on Nothing. He was attempting to keep his mind on a concept that he didn't understand. Nothing, Nothing at all, Nothingness.. He has to simply think about nothing at all in order to clear his mind. Already he was beginning to feel uncomfortable being that he was out in the wilderness like this. His eyes closed simultaneously, and he begun to continue inhaling and exhaling ever so slowly. Calming himself further and further, the males muscles relax themselves. His embodiment reclines and he becomes incredibly comfortable in his current position. He is beginning to feel more and more comfortable with his surroundings. Now he would take the time to listen to the way that the wind sang to his ears. The way that he heard the very plants dance about as the winds blew around. The rustling, and even the silence that followed the ceasing of the winds motions. He couldn't believe how much he'd been missing out in the wild, and it was practically astonishing. He'd continue to attempt clearing his mind time and time again. Trial after trail would need to be undergone before he could ever grasp the concept of clearing his mind. Nothing is better then this in the least bit, and he was only grazing the surface of doing this.
He'd begun to hum to himself silently, and he could feel the very vibration produced inside his mouth. He was just now beginning to even somewhat understand things not only about himself but about nature itself. His mind was beginning to become cleared, but he couldn't help but get a strange feeling about his surroundings. He'd practically begun to fall in love with the odd sensation which coursed through his veins. The sensation was much like that of floating upon a cloud which tickles the senses. He continued to hum and with each and every vibration the sensation only grew stronger. He begun to only further attempt concentrating on nothing. "The more I think of absolutely nothing, the more that I will probably come to know about myself.. Moments like this are just what I need!"
