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Post by Dorian on Mar 19, 2017 17:29:24 GMT
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YOU FEEL THE PAIN COME, THE PAIN COME Plitzerback Wetland, what Dorian originally known as Gallas Lake Road. His birthplace. It's been awhile since he's been back here; it made him feel rather sentimental. The area was so different than what he remembered. He remembered what a vivid place Loegres was, and what was now Pendrago. It made him feel old, and he most certainly was old. Being six hundred and twenty seven was no small feat. He’s seen so much in his lifetime. The land had changed so much during his lifetime, he remembered when Loegres wasn't too far away, and now in order to get there you had to go all the way across a desert, a large bridge, then finally a field. And it even wasn't even called Loegres anymore. He remembered the memories he shared with his first and last lover in Loegres. It made him happy, yet sorrowful. Oh, how bittersweet a memory could be. It hurt. He just had to fall for a human despite knowing how long they live, didn't he? But he didn't regret it. Ailin was so special to him, how could he regret it? For all he knew, maybe they were reborn as a malak. Not that that would matter. They'd be an entirely different person. His eyes felt a bit watery, thus he simply removed one of his gloves and wiped his bare hand across his eyes in attempt to dry them. Bittersweet indeed. Sliding his glove back on, he started walking forward a bit. This place was a bit heart wrenching. He liked that. The mixed emotions it gave him felt oddly good. You’d think he’d be more apathetic about his history by now, but with how sentimental he is, that'd be a bit difficult. He was apathetic about the here and now however. He didn't care per se about the daemon breakout. Sure, he was a sub lord but he was in it mostly for the power, a little for the glory. If he truly believed in it, he wouldn't be here in the first place. His shepherd and prime lord are back in Lohgrin. His prime lord had stopped him to ask where he was going, and he growled I’ll be back in the morning. Now, it was still in the middle of the night. If he had to say, it was about 4AM. Not that he could say for certain—it’s not like he wore a watch nor was there a clock anywhere nearby. He looked around some—and luckily for him, the only daemons in sight were far off in the distance, away from him. He let out a sigh of relief. If he would've been caught off guard, that would be bad. Especially if he would've been outnumbered. Sighing, but this time a sigh of melancholy, he decided to sit down. His legs stretched out in an orderly fashion, one of his legs out forthright, and the other bent, with his knee pointed upwards. He looked up at the night sky, observing the stars. Beautiful, they were. He let a glint of sadness overcome his eyes as he watched the stars. He was always a sucker for clear, cool nights like this. They felt homely. And he was in his birthplace, so it felt doubly so. He wasn't too at home however—he knew he couldn't get too comfortable otherwise he might be caught off guard. But he could enjoy the time he was reveling in. After getting lost in the moment, he looked around again. He had hoped he would stay alone, but he did feel a presence nearby. Stupid! he thought to himself. He should've known better than to get distracted, especially with daemons lurking about. He jumped to his feet, face hardened and stern as he looked around yet again. Hopefully, it’d be nothing that led to a fight. He wasn't in the mood for one. YOU'RE NOT ALONE, LOVE @open — 645 words — he's so expressive it's fun to write |
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Post by Ryuusei Fuushino on Mar 19, 2017 21:56:27 GMT
For an instant, the dark sky was illuminated as a white sphere appeared a few feet above the ground. The orb dropped a figure onto the somewhat soft ground, followed by something else; something metal given the 'clang', nearby before disappearing.
He laid there, prone on his belly; a young, green-haired man that, judging by his height looked around 13 or 14 years old but was actually 17. The boy was practically naked as his clothing was tattered, with some burn marks here and there. Showing the world a pale, small yet very well-toned frame. What clothing was present, were the remains of a red t-shirt with the letter 'R' next to part of a 'Y'; both above the number '7'. A pair of dark-green and brown camouflage shorts? Pants? It'd be hard for anyone to tell as the right-leg had many holes and the left-leg was practically non-existent. A pair of sneakers that have seen better days And around his waist was a Mithril Silver Chain.
Across his body were numerous injuries were present. And aside from the few tiny bandages on areas of his left arm and neck, they were quite visible; cuts, bruises and burn marks...in particular his right arm. The skin looked much lighter than the rest of his body and spiraling around it was a red , chain-link pattern from his shoulder to around his knuckles...which to a casual observer could seem like a 'real boss tattoo'!
Slowly his bright-green eyes opened, everything was a blur...not helped by the fact it was nearing 4AM and still very dark. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, Darilshade rained continuously and was pretty dark 24/7. However, things haven't exactly been normal for him lately...or currently as he was touching what he DIDN'T expect to. (Gr...GRASS?!) This was a bit jarring, frantically he began to feel about with his left hand. he wasn't feeling a cold metal floor but (Yeah...that's definitely grass.) He felt around a bit more. And that's dirt.) He continued to feel around, his hand knocking some pebbles around. (...And now rocks...) He took a few deep breaths before, "What the h...no this calls for a 'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE'?!" He was now...back...outside? What about those creatures and the facility he was taken to?
...Perhaps they let him go?
Whatever was going on, the teen wasn't just gonna sit...or lay...there. Using his left arm he picked himself off of the ground and moved forward and with everything so blurry at the moment, he failed to notice a rock sticking out of the ground and tripped over it. "SHIII..." He fell forward and reflexively used BOTH arms to push himself back up. "Wait, it works...but now I 'can't see'...WONDERFUL trade-off!" He slowly took a step forward, and then another and another with his arms extended. He very slowly walked away from his landing sight, leaving a bloody sword behind that was still surging with opposing energies...
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Post by Dorian on Mar 20, 2017 12:36:40 GMT
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YOU FEEL THE PAIN COME, THE PAIN COME Dorian stood in a defensive position, ready for any attack a stranger might bring to the table. After he saw what appeared to be a boy walking about as if he couldn't see, or at least barely could see, he left the position he was in and crossed his arms, giving him a questionable look. He was barely clothed and he had injuries all over his body. He raised an eyebrow, unsure if he should interfere with the boy’s little adventure. The only thing he wondered is if he knew he was surrounded by pools of water. This is a wetland after all, there was more water than there was land. If he fell in, it wasn't his problem. He just better hope he can swim, especially while blinded. Dorian sat back down, both his knees pointed upwards, his arms wrapped around them and head resting on them. He watched him stumble around for a while before deciding to do anything. He got up, slowly and steadily, and walked cautiously towards the other. When he was close enough, he gave him a gentle push by the shoulder before he said anything. His way of making sure he wouldn't be surprised when he started speaking. Although, touching him could startle him just as easily. Dorian just didn't care. He’d rather he didn't freak out at the sound of his voice. “What’s a kid like you doing wandering about?” He spoke harshly, his brows furrowed. Oh, he knew. The boy was a malak. Even if he had a strange vibe about him other malakhim didn't have, he was certainly a malak. He seemed otherworldly, but still he was a malak. He was all by himself at this age as well. Only difference was he never got beaten to a bloody pulp like this guy. But in this day and age, most malakhim chose to at least stick by the cities if not in them, what with all the daemons lurking about. He thought it was strange that a malak his age would just be lurking about. He wandered if he had gotten into some sort of fight with a daemon. As far as he could tell, there weren't any other malakhim walking about, and there definitely weren't any humans. Only daemons. If he did get attacked by a daemon, that would be bad. That would mean there's one nearby. Without his shepherd or prime lord around, he had no way to purify it. He thought about just grabbing the boy by his wrist and dragging him all the way back to Lohgrin, but really this wasn't his affair. Better to just let him decide for himself. YOU'RE NOT ALONE, LOVE |
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Post by Ryuusei Fuushino on Mar 21, 2017 1:44:13 GMT
As the boy continued to stumble about, he thought he'd heard something...footsteps perhaps? He stopped and listened; yeah there were footsteps, someone or SOMETHING else was out here as well. (Great, I'm sure I look like an easy meal right now.) Given that he WAS outdoors, some nocturnal animal and it's pack were on the prowl. However he only heard one set approach, and judging from their consistency, it was something bipedal. (Someone else is here...) Soon he felt a hand placed on his shoulder, he wasn't grabbed it was just placed there. That was quickly followed by a man's rather stern voice. Not startled by this person he replied. "Ya know, I've been asking myself that for the last 10 minutes, why would anyone be roaming a field in the middle of the night?" He had no idea who this man was, perhaps he was part of whoever abducted him. Or he could be a complete stranger who probably wouldn't believe the story.
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Post by Dorian on Mar 25, 2017 17:31:59 GMT
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YOU FEEL THE PAIN COME, THE PAIN COME ”Well, you're doing it, I'm doing it. But a malak like you ought to be careful. You're still young. By the way, this is a marsh, not a field. Watch where you step unless you want to take a swim.” He corrected the young man. He sounded almost angry he called the marshland a field. He had assumed the boy was wandering about because he was a malak. Malakhim never used houses after all. They just took shelter in whatever areas they could. They lived like naturalists. They had the capability to do so. But he spoke like it wasn't natural. He gave him a questioning gaze before asking his next question. "Want me to take you to Lohgrin?" He didn't care whether he said yes or no. He was nihilistic to his core—almost nihilistic to his core. His high empathy prevented that from being true. He sometimes found himself wishing he wasn't so empathetic. He was apathetic about world problems, but he always found himself caring for others' personal problems. He wondered if he should ask him for a name. But frankly. he didn't care to get a name. It's not like they'd see each other ever again after this, right? The world was big and meetings like this held little meaning. Even some of the most important meetings of your life will hold little meaning in the end. When you can live this long, there wasn't a lot of meaning in many things. It annoyed him to be frank. The possibility of having to take this runt back to Lohgrin annoyed him as well. He was young, but he was old enough to take care of himself. Not like this however. Not when he couldn't see. He seemed to be a little disorientated as well so he could use the help. He wondered if he even knew where he was at. YOU'RE NOT ALONE, LOVE |
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Post by Ryuusei Fuushino on Mar 25, 2017 20:57:49 GMT
"Eh, fair enough." No snappy retort as he was given an idea on where he was...in a marsh? The boy knew his continental geography pretty well; nowhere in Seinegald were there wetlands...unless you counted Darilshade, it didn't get much wetter than that. There shouldn't be one in the southern Kingdom of Phandaria, unless they were secluded amidst the frigid lands. This meant he was now somewhere else, further evidenced by the man mentioning a place called 'Lohgrin'. A city perhaps? That'd be preferable to a small town as he could hide more easily if whoever abducted him, came back looking, or from any bounty hunters over that damned fire.
"That'd be much appreciated." He was also curious about the strange word the man spoke, the boy was called a 'Malak'? Perhaps it was new slang he wasn't aware of. (Gee, I thought cuck still had some life left...) or something regional, as he sure hadn't hurt it back home. "Had a bit of an accident so things are a li'l fuzzy, like what a Malak is." He shuddered inwardly at how 'bad' that attempt was to get information, but it was true he wasn't at his best right now.
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