Post by Tyler Klaus on Aug 8, 2013 17:41:32 GMT
The future. Some witches blessed with the gift of Precognition would be so lucky to get a glimpse of what was to come for them sometimes if so lucky, and those bad-ass witches that use their powers comfortably for personal gain would be able to make the future however they chose. Course, Tyler could always use a handy spell-cast, but that would call for tapping into his ancient line, which was sometimes problematic for him in particular - whether the result could leave him particularly drained, or his ancestors did not like to help him so much for running away from his past. Either way, he would live with being in the present, and learning from the past. However, he would have loved to know what was awaiting him in the future. His goals were not straightforward, or in place. He was a defined Warlock with a neutral purpose. It was very conflicting at times. What did he want out of life at this point?.. What did he need?
A hard grunt topped with the noise of metal being impacted sounded out sharply for a split second. Tyler Klaus' fist was in a nearby tanker with his head looking downwards. He was so frustrated with his latest set of thoughts, he just had to let it go somehow. He never showed emotion so raw in years, but the conflict of his life purpose was sometimes just too much. Right there, he knew that he wanted more of life, but he didn't know what it was. The long-term was still so damn faded, but he just decided right there to shake it off. Right now, he should be only thinking of why he was in the Harbor that night. It was a familiar meeting place for some witches and their Whitelighters. Whether it was for intel, or the possible chance of taking a handy power for himself, he had a need to satisfy: whether he was Neutral or not, he was still a Warlock. His resolve was that if he was to fight with a Witch, he might as well end it one time and gain something for the trouble. He just wouldn't be the one to necessarily "start it". He kept hidden behind the tanker awaiting to see what or who would be there.