Post by Erebos on Jul 14, 2015 10:36:22 GMT -5
His breath hitched in his throat for what seemed the hundredth time, heaving the newest onset of saltwater from his lungs with heavy, uneven sputters, and yet still he pushed on with the resilience and the ferocity of a true Kairos warrior of a true, golden bloodline - a shame it wasn't true of him. He reached the shore of Vor'asa because the alternative of drowning was far from a pleasant one; though time and time again he had to wonder whether or not this pointless excursion of death was worth his effort when it didn't bring him any closer to his genuine aspirations. This place, this unfamiliar land that wasn't Ina'mos but was Kairos dominated just the same, was filled to the brim with his brothers and sisters, he knew that, but how he cared so very little to know that.
Left. Right. The same nothingness was around him just the same. It appeared that everyone he had been hoping to avoid had already moved on, progressed deeper into their unforgiving trials, and although he was thankful to be spared it left a bitter reminder in the back of his mind as to how he had allowed himself to fall behind. It wasn't the disappointment of his mother and father that bothered him, but rather the attention, the eyes that lingered and left scars - downright mutilated him for being different from those like Lilith who strove for everything that repelled him.
He would find something to eat, take the remainder of the day and then the night to rest and to regain his strength. He had set his sights on the egg of the Giant Moa, and would begin his search for a nest as soon as he felt he was ready to accomplish such a demanding task; he knew that, alone, he had a smaller chance of getting an egg free of injury, but he had chosen the bird simply due to its lesser intelligence when compared to the eagle. He would find a way to use that to his advantage, and once he did, he would succeed and return to Ina'mos a fully fledged warrior - the joy he felt was utterly surreal.
Left. Right. The same nothingness was around him just the same. It appeared that everyone he had been hoping to avoid had already moved on, progressed deeper into their unforgiving trials, and although he was thankful to be spared it left a bitter reminder in the back of his mind as to how he had allowed himself to fall behind. It wasn't the disappointment of his mother and father that bothered him, but rather the attention, the eyes that lingered and left scars - downright mutilated him for being different from those like Lilith who strove for everything that repelled him.
He would find something to eat, take the remainder of the day and then the night to rest and to regain his strength. He had set his sights on the egg of the Giant Moa, and would begin his search for a nest as soon as he felt he was ready to accomplish such a demanding task; he knew that, alone, he had a smaller chance of getting an egg free of injury, but he had chosen the bird simply due to its lesser intelligence when compared to the eagle. He would find a way to use that to his advantage, and once he did, he would succeed and return to Ina'mos a fully fledged warrior - the joy he felt was utterly surreal.
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Notes: Even though he doesn't see anybody, I'm open to somebody being nearby to have a very brief interaction with him. He won't be sticking around anybody for long periods of time.
Notes: Even though he doesn't see anybody, I'm open to somebody being nearby to have a very brief interaction with him. He won't be sticking around anybody for long periods of time.
