<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Chrisevans.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: M. Vaas (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who: Jen Miles</strong><br/><strong>Where: Somewhere on the trail...</strong><br/><strong>When: Early Morning Exercise</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: A White Tai Chi Uniform, simple black shoes </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Oxygen was Life.<br/><br/>slowly at first, his breath and fire moved him... Sparking into existance at every inhalation of pure... Green.<br/><br/>Mason's lungs filled with precious air and he felt his whole body, fluid, relax. He was deeply crouched in a balanced position within a small grove of trees just off the trail. His azure blue eyes were closed on self-contemplation. Inner Quietude. Haven. His sculpted physique was capable of such grace, that he did so and time seemed to stop... When the moment came, the beast within him awoke. He struck outward in a two-fisted stretch, rising with a breath and shifting his balance... A languid sequence of movements followed, eyes never opening... Mason's chest, working in time to every conscious thought.<br/><br/>The dance continued, timeless within the sanctuary of the trees. At times, his pace would quicken and flow in an aggressive pattern, but would always return to a peaceful, swan-like dexterity. Deep within his core, a fire raged... Fueled by an Eternal Flame of Vitality. His ferocity was palpable.<br/><br/>His careful shift of measure & flow carry him on the winds... A breeze which touches his skin is his only song.<br/><br/>His fingers become knives... Lashing out in a wild fury as he drives forward, advancing on an unseen foe... Perfectly balanced, his left leg rises into a high kick before swinging downward into a deep stance. Solid, balanced, in complete control. His senses drink from the world around him as his consciousness expands. He does not have to see to<em>Feel</em>.<br/><br/>He had chosen this spot for it's lush evirons and solitude... But not so solitary that a morning runner might not happen by. The trees possessed a natural opening which would frame him from one side of the trail, and from the opposite direction he would be further off, but more could be seen of his controlled rush of breath-fueled exercise.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>