Osric
Chapter one: Concentration
He felt everything. In the room, out of the room, the house, the small group of teenagers walking down street three blocks down; the ants traveling down the sidewalk and into their mound off near the neighbors fence, the same married couple that were at this very moment having a feud over who was going to cook dinner. Felt might not be the right word. It was more like an impossibly deep and complex connection to the very matter around him, and in that way he was more or less aware of everything in the area of his inner site as it were. The radius of that site was close to four blocks, depending of course on his level of concentration at any given time, and His ability to multitask, which was something that he worked on continually. Late last night he had field tested his power against his more than just one possible threat when he and the other group of supernatural's that had deployed to retrieve one man.
Sitting cross legged on his bed Osric stretched his arms wide arching his back as his mouth opened wide with a long yawn. Folding his hands back into his lap where he sat cross legged on his bed. Then slowly he unfolded his long black feathered wings that slowly spread open to bridge the long gap between the two opposing walls of the small guest bedroom. At the age of 23 he stood at six foot five, and with a wing span that was just over fourteen feet long. It felt good to stretch them out, in fact it felt just as good as stretching his legs after for sitting for long periods of time, just like any limb. Folding them back in against his body he closed his eyes to focus on the man in the basement.
At first his inner site wavered unsteadily, then with the ease for flipping a mental switch the living and moving world around him came flooding into his awareness. Focusing his mind farther allowed him to see into this world more clearly. It was a world of endless energy.
He focused on the bright white glowing forms of activity in the basement of the house, where Debi was now strapping there guest into leg and arm restraints for the long and intense day to come. A hail storm of frantic and chaotic thoughts wreaked havoc in her head, she was worried and uncertain, fear was washing out pushing the thoughts out in tidal force waves causing a transmission like effect that he found distracting at the least. He had encountered this kind of thing many times in his meditation. The first time he was in close proximity to a woman that had recently lost a child to death. The woman's soul wrenching sorrow and grief were like a whirlpool, so powerful that it'd nearly pulled him into the woman's mind, and like a man caught swimming against it, he was pulled into her very being, where in the most intimate and disturbing way he shared the woman's torment. Though it had only been for an instant, it'd almost pulled him from his body and into a place of darkness, of his own oblivion. With time and practice, he learned to create a life line to his body. It acted like a rope that anchored his mind to his body and he could follow it back if he were ever near that kind of sorrow ever again. Thankfully the low level chaos that radiated from Jessica was nothing to worry about, if anything it was helping to push him away. Which in turn helped, after all he was only looking in as it were, and to observe as the council had asked of him. The witch upstairs was finishing some kind of concoction then heading down to help in whatever way it was that she thought she could.