Round and Round We Go

[Nox]

[[ ooc: gotta bit before Connor and Ayden get to a point where the plot can progress so we can do some channeling stuff ]]

Nox feverishly ate his food. He wasn't starving but there were things in motion that fueled the horde and right now, this was the only outlet he had. He almost ordered a second steak but instead opted to go the more traditional route and opened the cleared some space in their shared space. Lily slept in the middle of the bed while Nox preformed what he could in the space he had.

It wasn't a dance, it was neither coerographed or intentional, totally improvised movements as he imagined fighting someone in slow motion. It was a kata of sorts, but totally random as he moved each muscle slowly and carefully as he warmed up. His body was scarred and the scar tissue made even the simplest movements stiff and broken. He hated it. But it was also why he was doing it slowly, back to the basics, total control of his body, every muscle, every breath controlled.

And once he was moving he reached into the grime of the source and pulled out the power. It raged inside and the horde coward back behind it. He smirked at their eternal reaction to his power, his control. They wanted it, yet they feared it. But there their song was diminished so far from home, but he felt their caged presence still, their numbers were growing again. He'd have to stop it once he got home.

Sage sat on the couch and watched, or he looked like he was watching, Nox was certain he was hacking something or following some infomation. But it didn't matter.

Nox started a normal weave, wove the aurora borealis around him, with each move it flowed and twisted with him, it was a magical sight if you watched, but Nox saw it as practice, and not showing off. Nothing he did was showing off. It was all intentional.

While holding the weave of lights, he began to work a weave that no one, not even himself could see. He'd practiced the shielding weave thousands of times, forwards and backwards until he could do it by memory, because once it was inverted you couldn't see it, he could feel it, but the threads were invisible to even his eye. It was complicated. And to do it while he moved in with percision made it all that more difficult. It was how it grew stronger, how he got faster. Practice had been his life since the moment he could walk. He was nothing more than a weapon -- first for his father, and now for whoever held the reigns. Nox didn't chaffe too much under his current so-called masters. The Atharim let him choose his targets, and the Ascendancy only seemed to send him on things he knew he'd take. The CCD seemed to use him more and more lately and Nox wondered if that was a good show on his part, or if he might be on the losing end of the battle. Only time would tell.

Sweat dripped from Nox's brow as he moved methodically through the shadowed fight in his mind. It wasn't physical exertion, it was the power draining him. His heart pounded in his chest, his breathe caught in his lungs, it may not be physical, but it still tired the body.