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[Wulf Skjaldr]: *arches his brow* Meditation?
[de Morte]: No... this is obtained by near death...
[Wulf Skjaldr]: *arches his eyebrow* Near death? Why not just go all the way? *he remarks dryly*
[de Morte]: When you are near death you are far more aware of your soul. The book picked one that was strong, in body and in soul, but if you are to afraid...
[Wulf Skjaldr]: *sighs* Oh alright then, what do I have to do?
[de Morte]: We must train first...
[Tainted_blood]: [gah i hate it when you guys do that... you dont say anything for like 3 weeks and i cant think of nething then i leave for like a week and BOOM lots to read.. grr on you ... grr... on ... you]
[de Morte]: (sorry!!!... you should be on more! ;)...)
[Wulf Skjaldr]: Then you want to kill me now?
[de Morte]: No, not yet... things must be learned before you get to that point. Preparations must be made...
[Wulf Skjaldr]: Well? *he grinds his boot heel into the dirt* Lets make them!
[de Morte]: It will take me some time to finish preparations, til then train your body and fix all of your weaknesses.
[Wulf Skjaldr]: *rolls his eyes and stalks off into the woods*
[de Morte]: *smirks and turns into a tunnel looking for the seeds of the soul plant*
[Wulf Skjaldr]: *crushes a stone with his sword, and then focuses on the one thing he knows, the art of war*
[de Morte]: *walks into a tunnel that gently slopes down into a place that no light can touch and no eyes can see...*
[Wulf Skjaldr]: *sweeps his blade in intricate patterns, seeking to eliminate any lack of defense, while realizing this is impossible* I am the fire, the fire passes through me, it becomes me, I am the fire *he recites as he trains, trancelike*
[de Morte]: *counting out my paces, I take as many turns as needed* (if one did not know the paces, an untold amount of pain and death could happen upon oneself...)
[Wulf Skjaldr]: *has still not stopped his meditation*
[de Morte]: Once is twice, twice is none...
*sits down after spinning once*
[~morbid~abyss~]: *stalks in as she observes from the shadows, her eyes flashing as she glances about with a smile playing at the corner of her lips*
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