Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25249965-20140815041213/@comment-25249965-20140823072123

Amethyst sat against a far wall, closing his eyes and focusing only on his breathing. As the case was with meditation, he blocked every noise out of his system, and lost himself into the far reaches of his conscious and sub-conscious. Part of him was still aware, on a physical--no, primal--level of incoming danger, of a person walking near or towards him. That instinct was a part that he couldn't seem to get a hold of, though it had saved him many times in the past. It didn't scare him...though...he didn't know if it should put him on edge or not.