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A moment of serenity took over the enclaves largest training room. The Grey hue cast from the lack of lighting created a atmosphere that one would get when the sun started to fall; knowing rest would come thereafter. Everything was motionless, the mats, staffs, swords and lack of fresh current - except for his own bodies. Breathing in, his chest expanded until he couldn't go further. Letting a long overdue gust of air out from his nostrils in reaction. He had not left the enclave for over thirty days, equally as much avoidance was put into not stopping by his brother Arcane's garden. Despite the few requests he had earlier been pestered with. There where many things that had anchored down Wraiths feet in the days before. Burdens of orders matters, no doubt a small bit of animosity had been growing in the back of his mind. A long deserved break was in need and this was the picture perfect time to make it into a reality.
Being head of a family wasn't always about giving motivating speeches and pretending to be overly self-confidant, sometimes it required a hard hand meant only to be giving with bitterness. Times demanded many sides of Wraith which he had over the many years of his life time develop in sort of a diplomatic way; using his personalty aspects as tools. Sometimes, it seemed he would loose himself in his own scattered about and labeled tools of his own person. That was the times he had to recall himself and see that everything was started only for his and his brothers thirsts, not for him to play the half-baked role of a politician.
Shifting his left arm on it's elbows pivot, it turned from palm facing down till upwards. Gaging the time between his face and the palm itself, he let his chin fall as his palm would go up. When his fingertips met with his shaded mask, they curved enough that the bottom of his palm would rest with them atop of his masks left cheek. To keep his left hand from becoming to stressed in it's positioning, his right hand moved to aid it. From it's resting place of Wraiths hips, it lifted up with the sudden stress of his shoulders strength, moving inward, palm faced the left side, sweeping under wards to cup the bottom of his left arms elbow. Successfully putting him into a position of contemplation.
Being head of a family wasn't always about giving motivating speeches and pretending to be overly self-confidant, sometimes it required a hard hand meant only to be giving with bitterness. Times demanded many sides of Wraith which he had over the many years of his life time develop in sort of a diplomatic way; using his personalty aspects as tools. Sometimes, it seemed he would loose himself in his own scattered about and labeled tools of his own person. That was the times he had to recall himself and see that everything was started only for his and his brothers thirsts, not for him to play the half-baked role of a politician.
Shifting his left arm on it's elbows pivot, it turned from palm facing down till upwards. Gaging the time between his face and the palm itself, he let his chin fall as his palm would go up. When his fingertips met with his shaded mask, they curved enough that the bottom of his palm would rest with them atop of his masks left cheek. To keep his left hand from becoming to stressed in it's positioning, his right hand moved to aid it. From it's resting place of Wraiths hips, it lifted up with the sudden stress of his shoulders strength, moving inward, palm faced the left side, sweeping under wards to cup the bottom of his left arms elbow. Successfully putting him into a position of contemplation.
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