possible TW: some self-harm
Fight Type: Battle
Prize: Exp
Contact Made: yus
Character #1: @Eik
Bonded: no
Magic: nope
Armor: naw
Weapons: never (and would never use one on sera!!)
Character #2: @Seraphina
Bonded: No
Magic: No
Armor: No
Weapons: No
Prize: Exp
Contact Made: yus
Character #1: @
Bonded: no
Magic: nope
Armor: naw
Weapons: never (and would never use one on sera!!)
Character #2: @
Bonded: No
Magic: No
Armor: No
Weapons: No
In his year in Novus, Eik had let himself become weak, let the desert whittle away at him. He had let his curiosity turn him soft- It had felt so freeing to be naive, to feel a child once more, learning about this new world and the way it worked. He had begun to think that he did not have to fight here, in this place fat with peace. In this place grotesque with vanity, dripping in gold and steel.
How abruptly that had changed.
The Davke attack was something like an awakening. As though all his life before that moment was spent at the edge of a dream. This life, All Those Years, passed with eyes half-closed. He is awake now, and there is a clarity to the world that was lacking just a few weeks ago.
He had let Hope take root in him,
and it had been devoured once more.
This damn wheel keeps turning.
In the weeks that followed the attack, in the countless hours spent moving the dead and sending them to their god (he helped to prepare but never watched the ceremonies; the smell of burning flesh still has the power to unravel him, even after all these years), throughout it all,
the
spiraling
slowly
started again.
[!!! TW !!!]
The healers did not understand how the knife wound on his left shoulder was not healing as fast as the others- he did not tell them, possibly did not even realize, that he kept prodding at it with his newfound telepathy. He kept moving an invisible finger back and forth across the sliced skin, slowly exploring the length and depth of it. He was not so violent as to tear it further, but it never quite closed. It did not help that he never accepted the healing herbs and tonics the medics kept pressing on him. Healing supplies were in short supply, best save them for those on death's doorstep.
[end TW]
But we return from our wandering thoughts to here and now. Eik clears his scattered mind as he enters the arena of sand. He cannot remember (an odd thing for him, to not remember- he wishes he could do it more) whose idea this was. Perhaps it was one of those things that happens without words. It does not matter. He silently awaits his queen's first move, breath calm and collected, attention in razor sharp focus.
His self retreats until there is no joy, no sadness... and then, not even anger.
He becomes a weapon.
How abruptly that had changed.
The Davke attack was something like an awakening. As though all his life before that moment was spent at the edge of a dream. This life, All Those Years, passed with eyes half-closed. He is awake now, and there is a clarity to the world that was lacking just a few weeks ago.
He had let Hope take root in him,
and it had been devoured once more.
This damn wheel keeps turning.
In the weeks that followed the attack, in the countless hours spent moving the dead and sending them to their god (he helped to prepare but never watched the ceremonies; the smell of burning flesh still has the power to unravel him, even after all these years), throughout it all,
the
spiraling
slowly
started again.
[!!! TW !!!]
The healers did not understand how the knife wound on his left shoulder was not healing as fast as the others- he did not tell them, possibly did not even realize, that he kept prodding at it with his newfound telepathy. He kept moving an invisible finger back and forth across the sliced skin, slowly exploring the length and depth of it. He was not so violent as to tear it further, but it never quite closed. It did not help that he never accepted the healing herbs and tonics the medics kept pressing on him. Healing supplies were in short supply, best save them for those on death's doorstep.
[end TW]
But we return from our wandering thoughts to here and now. Eik clears his scattered mind as he enters the arena of sand. He cannot remember (an odd thing for him, to not remember- he wishes he could do it more) whose idea this was. Perhaps it was one of those things that happens without words. It does not matter. He silently awaits his queen's first move, breath calm and collected, attention in razor sharp focus.
His self retreats until there is no joy, no sadness... and then, not even anger.
He becomes a weapon.
Summary: There is some reflection on life over the past two weeks since the davke attack, then Eik enters the Day Court arena (I hope its okay that I'm using that as the setting?) and waits for sera to make her first move. I left it open as to whether she's already there or not. <3 He is mostly healed from his wounds from the Davke attack but slightly favors his left shoulder.
Attack Used: 0
Attack(s) Left: 2
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used:
Response Deadline: 4/5
Tags: @Seraphina, @kay, @Sid, @inkbone, @Lauren, @Sparrow, @Roo, @Arahvir
Attack Used: 0
Attack(s) Left: 2
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used:
Response Deadline: 4/5
Tags: @
Time makes fools of us all
