Ryan
OOC Account
Location: Voss
Time: Early in the morning
Voss was nothing of Khong’s home world of Korda Six. This planet was far richer with life and the forests were far vaster then the clumps that patched the harsh world that the Kordons had called home. The large sentient ape sat below a large tree, his massive back resting against the trunk as he sat cross legged and dignified with his mighty arms resting on his thighs.
Khong was nothing more than an initiate to the Order, he had found his own way in search of proper training and enlightenment. And here he was, a gentle giant masked with in a monstrous physique, practicing the art of meditation.
Closing his eyes he would shut himself from the plethora of stimuli to focus on the task at hand. The wind bristled his fur and added to his rhythmic breathing as he centered his soul. He would move his back off the truck so he could sit tall and straight, exposing the silver saddle of fur that covered his waist and back. A sign of male power amongst the Kordan, would have signified his rights to rule over a group.
Picking a spot above his naval to focus upon with just his mind, he would continue the breathing, focusing fully on the rising and fall of his abdomen on inhale and exhale. This was to achieve inner peace, harmony and serenity.
Time: Early in the morning
Voss was nothing of Khong’s home world of Korda Six. This planet was far richer with life and the forests were far vaster then the clumps that patched the harsh world that the Kordons had called home. The large sentient ape sat below a large tree, his massive back resting against the trunk as he sat cross legged and dignified with his mighty arms resting on his thighs.
Khong was nothing more than an initiate to the Order, he had found his own way in search of proper training and enlightenment. And here he was, a gentle giant masked with in a monstrous physique, practicing the art of meditation.
Closing his eyes he would shut himself from the plethora of stimuli to focus on the task at hand. The wind bristled his fur and added to his rhythmic breathing as he centered his soul. He would move his back off the truck so he could sit tall and straight, exposing the silver saddle of fur that covered his waist and back. A sign of male power amongst the Kordan, would have signified his rights to rule over a group.
Picking a spot above his naval to focus upon with just his mind, he would continue the breathing, focusing fully on the rising and fall of his abdomen on inhale and exhale. This was to achieve inner peace, harmony and serenity.