The Hunt Velocidrake

Grabbing at his chest with both hands Gage almost looks like he is digging his fingers into his chest, prying his own ribcage open. Energy exploding from the wound surges out and coats his body like an aura before a gust of wind blows it away. What is left behind is just him, or what one would imagine that he looks like if he turned into a demonic version of himself. His face is dark grey, a Bone white 'X' shaped mask covering the bridge of his nose with the tips going out to his temples and the corners of his jaw. His arms turn a bright blood red, vibrant and fresh, the tips of his fingers growing black claws.

Falling into a sprint Gage charges up the mountain side, directly into the falling boulders, ducking underneath the first one that rolls tumbling over his right shoulder. Digging his clawed hands into the ground and finding purchase with his feet he launches himself forward with enough force that he knocks a large boulder loose with his feet. Coming to a jerking halt thirty feet up the mountain a four foot rock slams home into the ground right in front of him, Gage leaping to the side on all fours before rushing his way farther up the mountain at what looks like speeds that a mountain lion would be too slow to keep up with.

Looking around he comes to a rather unnerving discovery, his little event, the falling rocks and all have compleatly wiped away all traces of the path that he was taking to the top having been washed away leaving nothing but the bare mountainside to follow all the way to the top. Gage shrugs his shoulders, starting the slow tredge up the mountain side. Perhaps from now on he won't stop to pull small 'experiments' when he is currently doing something that is on a time constraint.

A couple of hours pass, Gages thighs burning from the exertion of the constant climbing pace that he is holding. Even regular hikers would question the pace he was traveling at, it almost being at a good jog straight up the mountain face. Several times Gage had to pop his ears, equalizing the pressure so that his head would stop aching. Under the straps on his shoulders sweat bands began to form, the pressure points underneath them causing his shoulders to start chaffing. By the time that he reaches the top he has a full body sweat built up, his body drenched.

Laying his palm against the ground Gage grabs the stone, its hard smooth surface crushing under his hand as if it were made of a single large sheet of cloth. Sitting up he lifts the stone, it remolding to his will, pulling up like a curtain from the ground and holding its shape after he lets go. "bout time to get ready for the night." Gage has not done a lot of traveling in his time but he did know that at this altitude that the temperature will drop drastically overnight and that in itself is enough to kill an unprepared hiker. He however was never really unprepared, his Soul Communication basically able to make any and all situation bend in his favor.

Pulling layer after layer of stone wall up Gage makes a man sized teepee shaped stone tent, a small opening in the top, capable of holding Gage with enough room to stretch out without hitting either side of his overnight shelter. Digging a small hole in the corner of the tent he tosses a small pile of stones into the hole, filling it to the top and stacking them into a small pyramid. Pleased with his small stack of rocks he starts pulling some from around the edges to open up air vents through the center. With a snap of his Finger Gage fills the air with a small surge of his Reiatsu, amplifying the heat generated by his fingertips, so much so that a small flame sparks at his finger tip. Taking the flame at his index finger Gage sets it to the base of the stone, flaring his Reiatsu so much so that the flame leaps into the center of the rocks like a torch slowly turning the pile into a small heat source to keep him warm at night.

Taking his time he sets himself up for the night, laying a hand gently on the ground and leaning on to almost kiss the dirt. Breathing out softly he lets out a little Reiatsu with his Soul Communication, a bright green mist seeping out of his mouth and into the stone soaking in quickly. This Reiatsu spreads out, effecting all the stone on the inside of the makeshift tent softening all the stone so that it feels as if it is all made of one thick memory foam mattress. Being a Fullbringer, while yes you were 'cursed' with being hollow in origin, did happen to come with its own perks. The biggest of which being that you can mold, warp, shift, burn, melt and rebuild anything with just a little energy.

Crawling into a nice spot for the night he 'Pulls' the stone up into a small pile as a pillow, his exhaustion being more than evident as the light of day quickly fades. The chill of the night starts to set in, the warmth of his small red hot rock pile staving off the cold, Gage closing the opening behind himself so that there is only a small opening at the top of the shelter for a little air circulation.