Post by Lieutenant Robin Star on Nov 1, 2013 14:10:48 GMT -8
(A little mood music, www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3GQVE7qKKQ)
Robin stood in complete wonder after carefully approaching the spot he had been hiking to, not just for the whole sunny morning but much of yesterday evening as well. He had made a conscious decision to start out some distance away from his desired location as to give himself an excuse to camp through the night. He needed to be away from technology, being within space and instead to see the stars from the view he had seen years ago as a young lad, not to mention the feeling of resting under the eye of the moon, illuminating and softening the harsh shadows and everything else around him.
He needed it, the peace, the serenity, the warmth, the simplicity and the innocence. Away from the chaotic webs of betrayal, the splinters of doubt, the askew winding turns of danger around every corner, the flashing storms of harm, the typhoons of misery and grief and the eye of evil that dared to stare, taunt and target all he knew, all he cared for and everything he loved. No matter how much he tried to positively shine, the shadows just got longer and darker, closing in around him but whether they would reach him was the ultimate question.
For now he focused on pushing his thoughts of a negative nature away, as far away as he could, especially the ambush, Emmarie’s loss, Hunter’s pained face, Hudson’s beautiful eyes full of fear...
His own brilliant blue eyes reflected the spectacular view in front of him, the glittering blue hued, almost violet-like in some sense, lake below and reaching yonder deep within the canyon of massive rolling mountains patched with deep lush and green moss, bush and grass that lived in perfect harmony with the rocky faces surrounding him.
He raised his arms away from his body, stretching them to feel as much as the warm air as he could. Despite the glowing sun, he could not help but feel a shiver run within his spine from top to bottom and back up again as he stared at the sight. It was magical, breathtaking and even then, such words felt inappropriate to describe what he saw, even what he felt against his skin, the light breeze softly blowing against him, the air, as fresh as a newborn flowing through his lungs, revitalising him with every breath.
He breathed deep, there was no need to close his eyes for that would be the distraction and this here, this place itself relaxed him, easing his muscles of mind, body and spirit. There was no impending traps, he hoped, no dark glare, no deep rooted secret ready to lash and strike at a moment’s notice (despite the peculiar invitation). It was him and the infinite sky, the grand landscape, the calm waters and the outcropped rock he stood upon that resembled an aged arrowhead.
It was large enough as to not be described as a precarious place to stand except for the edge, of which he stood but also small enough to require a vigilant awareness of his movements that could potentially send him toppling over and slamming back into a rock face, or even hitting the lake as if it were durasteel. The Talon would most definitely need a new chief of flight ops then, unless they somehow managed to salvage his brain and transfer it to some cyborg like machine, maybe even a shuttle.
He pushed aside the ridiculous thought with relative ease which was somewhat surprising. He concluded that it was thanks to the natural air and beauty of the paradise before him, aiding in his calm and peaceful demeanour.
Lowering his arms he shook his limbs lightly, he wore a simple fitting white vest and light blue shorts, the rest of his attire was thrown over his bag at the foot of the rock-edge. Tearing his eyes away from the land he focused on positioning himself into a traditional martial arts stance, soft knees, on his toes, spine straight, right arm at a certain angle, left hand fisted and with a deep breath, his body flowed into action. His movements were controlled, not too fast but not too slow either as his fists pressed into the breezy air, occasionally switching to an open palm, a step there, a step back, a turn, a high kick, twist, kick again, knees bending, turn, strike, punch, step… whilst he was a highly practised fighter, it had been a while since he had felt this graceful in his techniques, it was as if he was free of a great weight, nothing holding him back, no chains, no ghosts rising to scream a silent echo throughout his head, he was at peace.
Robin smiled happily, his movements slowing to a near halt until the sides of his feet met. He bowed to the land, eyes closed briefly before his body danced once more in time to the breathing not of his own beating heart, but that of the wind and the pulse of life etched within the rock.
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ooc: A picture for reference, oi40.tinypic.com/296p6cg.jpg - Trolltunga in Norway if anyone is interested, looks awesome, uh, I mean on Peleb, not at all an Earth location
Robin stood in complete wonder after carefully approaching the spot he had been hiking to, not just for the whole sunny morning but much of yesterday evening as well. He had made a conscious decision to start out some distance away from his desired location as to give himself an excuse to camp through the night. He needed to be away from technology, being within space and instead to see the stars from the view he had seen years ago as a young lad, not to mention the feeling of resting under the eye of the moon, illuminating and softening the harsh shadows and everything else around him.
He needed it, the peace, the serenity, the warmth, the simplicity and the innocence. Away from the chaotic webs of betrayal, the splinters of doubt, the askew winding turns of danger around every corner, the flashing storms of harm, the typhoons of misery and grief and the eye of evil that dared to stare, taunt and target all he knew, all he cared for and everything he loved. No matter how much he tried to positively shine, the shadows just got longer and darker, closing in around him but whether they would reach him was the ultimate question.
For now he focused on pushing his thoughts of a negative nature away, as far away as he could, especially the ambush, Emmarie’s loss, Hunter’s pained face, Hudson’s beautiful eyes full of fear...
His own brilliant blue eyes reflected the spectacular view in front of him, the glittering blue hued, almost violet-like in some sense, lake below and reaching yonder deep within the canyon of massive rolling mountains patched with deep lush and green moss, bush and grass that lived in perfect harmony with the rocky faces surrounding him.
He raised his arms away from his body, stretching them to feel as much as the warm air as he could. Despite the glowing sun, he could not help but feel a shiver run within his spine from top to bottom and back up again as he stared at the sight. It was magical, breathtaking and even then, such words felt inappropriate to describe what he saw, even what he felt against his skin, the light breeze softly blowing against him, the air, as fresh as a newborn flowing through his lungs, revitalising him with every breath.
He breathed deep, there was no need to close his eyes for that would be the distraction and this here, this place itself relaxed him, easing his muscles of mind, body and spirit. There was no impending traps, he hoped, no dark glare, no deep rooted secret ready to lash and strike at a moment’s notice (despite the peculiar invitation). It was him and the infinite sky, the grand landscape, the calm waters and the outcropped rock he stood upon that resembled an aged arrowhead.
It was large enough as to not be described as a precarious place to stand except for the edge, of which he stood but also small enough to require a vigilant awareness of his movements that could potentially send him toppling over and slamming back into a rock face, or even hitting the lake as if it were durasteel. The Talon would most definitely need a new chief of flight ops then, unless they somehow managed to salvage his brain and transfer it to some cyborg like machine, maybe even a shuttle.
He pushed aside the ridiculous thought with relative ease which was somewhat surprising. He concluded that it was thanks to the natural air and beauty of the paradise before him, aiding in his calm and peaceful demeanour.
Lowering his arms he shook his limbs lightly, he wore a simple fitting white vest and light blue shorts, the rest of his attire was thrown over his bag at the foot of the rock-edge. Tearing his eyes away from the land he focused on positioning himself into a traditional martial arts stance, soft knees, on his toes, spine straight, right arm at a certain angle, left hand fisted and with a deep breath, his body flowed into action. His movements were controlled, not too fast but not too slow either as his fists pressed into the breezy air, occasionally switching to an open palm, a step there, a step back, a turn, a high kick, twist, kick again, knees bending, turn, strike, punch, step… whilst he was a highly practised fighter, it had been a while since he had felt this graceful in his techniques, it was as if he was free of a great weight, nothing holding him back, no chains, no ghosts rising to scream a silent echo throughout his head, he was at peace.
Robin smiled happily, his movements slowing to a near halt until the sides of his feet met. He bowed to the land, eyes closed briefly before his body danced once more in time to the breathing not of his own beating heart, but that of the wind and the pulse of life etched within the rock.
Tag: Any!
ooc: A picture for reference, oi40.tinypic.com/296p6cg.jpg - Trolltunga in Norway if anyone is interested, looks awesome, uh, I mean on Peleb, not at all an Earth location