a tale of heroes and tragedies {FH vs. Aeths vs. Mor, Day 6}
Mar 28, 2014 3:49:00 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Mar 28, 2014 3:49:00 GMT -5
Ripred fucking almighty I'm tired.
I can hear my mother in my ear, feel the pain as she pinches the upper lobe between thumb and forefinger, haranguing me for using such language. There are lions roaring now, moaning and rolling they leap, tens of feet forward and away from here, where the wild things are. I can hear their roars upon the salted, torn earth of the land we stand on and it reminds me of the state of my ribs, broken and battered they are bruised, tired, bent out of shape. I am bent out of shape, nothing is severed but the breathe that erupts from my lips, I am the son of a sea god, never meant for land and realizing this, the very air I breathe is being taken from me.
I won't stand for it.
I was never meant to die here, upon this crusty earth, baptized in the blood of an extinct species. I was meant to grow old, to taste sea air and salt on my lips, to feel human again and only smile because I was going to meet my brother. I was not meant for regret to burrow so deeply down inside of me until I am hallow. Calypso. I shape her name with my lips as I am too slow to dodge and I feel only more pain. Calypso. Her name is my heart beat, it drives me forward, it echoes with each frenzied thump inside of my chest. Calypso. Calypso. The goddess of the sea.
What a foolish thing, a mortal man is. I never realized my mortality until I stood, tired and nearly beaten midst the wreckage of the war I'd so freely entered. I want to go home. (Calypso). I want to go home (Calypso) to her. Anger rushes through me then, I feel my muscles scream as I strike out against a foe that has never asked for my hatred, but has received it none the less.
We fight the ones that attacked me, one against four, so many long years ago in the bloodbath. I still remember my anger, my rage and fear as they all fell on me at once, battering me, breaking me. My leg hurts, it still hurts from where she, the one with the axe attempted to steal it. They are the ones that caused this pain, the ones that made me burn and I do, I hate them. The rage I feel towards them isn't a misplaced sense of the vengeance I owe Ewe, or the hatred I feel for the world in general, it's simply for them and their scheming, conniving, cowardly ways.
I hate them, I do.
So then why can't I fight them, why isn't this, in my final moment, the time that I will fall on them and take them down, piece by piece. Why do I falter. I have reason, I have want. Why aren't I strong enough? I press my thumb to my forehead, anger breaking my stride, shoving all else away. I am weaker than I once knew, but wiser too. I am not afraid to die, but I am, so much. Not even for the fact that I am leaving Calypso lost at sea without anchorage, but for the fact that I'm only seventeen years old and I am far from ready to give my life up to a notion as simple, as stupid as revenge.
So the next time I swing, it won't just be for Ewe, not even for Calypso. It will be solely for me.
I will live.
I can hear my mother in my ear, feel the pain as she pinches the upper lobe between thumb and forefinger, haranguing me for using such language. There are lions roaring now, moaning and rolling they leap, tens of feet forward and away from here, where the wild things are. I can hear their roars upon the salted, torn earth of the land we stand on and it reminds me of the state of my ribs, broken and battered they are bruised, tired, bent out of shape. I am bent out of shape, nothing is severed but the breathe that erupts from my lips, I am the son of a sea god, never meant for land and realizing this, the very air I breathe is being taken from me.
I won't stand for it.
I was never meant to die here, upon this crusty earth, baptized in the blood of an extinct species. I was meant to grow old, to taste sea air and salt on my lips, to feel human again and only smile because I was going to meet my brother. I was not meant for regret to burrow so deeply down inside of me until I am hallow. Calypso. I shape her name with my lips as I am too slow to dodge and I feel only more pain. Calypso. Her name is my heart beat, it drives me forward, it echoes with each frenzied thump inside of my chest. Calypso. Calypso. The goddess of the sea.
What a foolish thing, a mortal man is. I never realized my mortality until I stood, tired and nearly beaten midst the wreckage of the war I'd so freely entered. I want to go home. (Calypso). I want to go home (Calypso) to her. Anger rushes through me then, I feel my muscles scream as I strike out against a foe that has never asked for my hatred, but has received it none the less.
We fight the ones that attacked me, one against four, so many long years ago in the bloodbath. I still remember my anger, my rage and fear as they all fell on me at once, battering me, breaking me. My leg hurts, it still hurts from where she, the one with the axe attempted to steal it. They are the ones that caused this pain, the ones that made me burn and I do, I hate them. The rage I feel towards them isn't a misplaced sense of the vengeance I owe Ewe, or the hatred I feel for the world in general, it's simply for them and their scheming, conniving, cowardly ways.
I hate them, I do.
So then why can't I fight them, why isn't this, in my final moment, the time that I will fall on them and take them down, piece by piece. Why do I falter. I have reason, I have want. Why aren't I strong enough? I press my thumb to my forehead, anger breaking my stride, shoving all else away. I am weaker than I once knew, but wiser too. I am not afraid to die, but I am, so much. Not even for the fact that I am leaving Calypso lost at sea without anchorage, but for the fact that I'm only seventeen years old and I am far from ready to give my life up to a notion as simple, as stupid as revenge.
So the next time I swing, it won't just be for Ewe, not even for Calypso. It will be solely for me.
I will live.
[Eye attacks Savannah with katana (eyyyy rhymes)]
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1138 -- Deep Gash on Back -- 8.5 damage +1 blades
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1138 -- Deep Gash on Back -- 8.5 damage +1 blades