Post by Kyrie Blaze on Feb 28, 2013 19:23:55 GMT -8
. o O ( Territory Map; this thread is open for interaction. Or, if you're too late, IC responses if your character saw her trek through Neutral or Dragon Territory. Keep in mind she's stayed away from any strongholds or places she knows. )
The first leg of her journey had been spent in a sort of shock-induced delirium as it quickly overrode her system. It was a struggle to place one foot in front of the other, let alone stay upon her feet. The young woman shook. She passed through God Territory only half-aware of where she was going and what she was doing.
It may have been amusing to watch her. Each time she put weight on the leg Mathew had branded, it threatened collapse. A few times, it did. She had to bear the weight upon one leg before she could move again and just about went down from that alone. It was definitely too heavy to bear for more than just a second or two on either leg. Less on her injured one.
The trek was as much about physical warfare as psychological.
Doubts, denials, admittances, suspicions, questions, anger, sorrow, regrets. The sting of things that should have been pleasant now cut into her like the jagged streets cut into her feet as she moved into Neutral Territory. There was where she had to refocus, try to stave off the shock and shrug it off. Like she had to shrug off her feelings, for the most part. Enough that she wasn't half-in, half-out of reality and liable to be jumped. Self-loathing, bitter disappointment, confusion, and hopelessness were her constant companions. Her feet were torn. Bled just like the tears that had left their own damning stains upon her face.
Had she set herself up for failure since the very moment she spoke those words?
Mathew seemed to have called it.
"...they have to be wrong...they need to be w-wrong..."
Determination.
She lost count of how many she had to lose and ditch, using her qi each time to do so. It didn't lighten the load and holding tight to the shadows that even seemed to mock and resist her in such torment and pain.
Kyrie also took care to mostly avoid Dragon Territory. Or at the very least when she sought a kind of exposed shelter within its borders...she stayed far away from any landmarks in her weaving, wearied, pained journey. She ignored the stares. Blinked back the tears. Pushed on through sheer will and determination--passed the Wall that almost defeated her.
And all throughout her journey the knowledge that she did this to herself sat upon her shoulders and whispered its insidious words into her mind. She sank lower beneath the rock, limbs and entire body trembling.
When she reached the Crow Border, she was on the last vestiges of her endurance. And she was trying to ignore the gazes. Curious and some accusing while others were sympathetic--pitying. All manner that felt like they were burning their own brands into her flesh. When she finally reached Mathew, her legs nearly gave out. Kyrie strangled a sound and trudged on, slowly circling him and feeling bleak.
He hadn't said she could stop after all. Just that she would meet him.
'You are worth nothing. You deserve this.'
The first leg of her journey had been spent in a sort of shock-induced delirium as it quickly overrode her system. It was a struggle to place one foot in front of the other, let alone stay upon her feet. The young woman shook. She passed through God Territory only half-aware of where she was going and what she was doing.
It may have been amusing to watch her. Each time she put weight on the leg Mathew had branded, it threatened collapse. A few times, it did. She had to bear the weight upon one leg before she could move again and just about went down from that alone. It was definitely too heavy to bear for more than just a second or two on either leg. Less on her injured one.
The trek was as much about physical warfare as psychological.
Doubts, denials, admittances, suspicions, questions, anger, sorrow, regrets. The sting of things that should have been pleasant now cut into her like the jagged streets cut into her feet as she moved into Neutral Territory. There was where she had to refocus, try to stave off the shock and shrug it off. Like she had to shrug off her feelings, for the most part. Enough that she wasn't half-in, half-out of reality and liable to be jumped. Self-loathing, bitter disappointment, confusion, and hopelessness were her constant companions. Her feet were torn. Bled just like the tears that had left their own damning stains upon her face.
Had she set herself up for failure since the very moment she spoke those words?
Mathew seemed to have called it.
"...they have to be wrong...they need to be w-wrong..."
Determination.
She lost count of how many she had to lose and ditch, using her qi each time to do so. It didn't lighten the load and holding tight to the shadows that even seemed to mock and resist her in such torment and pain.
Kyrie also took care to mostly avoid Dragon Territory. Or at the very least when she sought a kind of exposed shelter within its borders...she stayed far away from any landmarks in her weaving, wearied, pained journey. She ignored the stares. Blinked back the tears. Pushed on through sheer will and determination--passed the Wall that almost defeated her.
And all throughout her journey the knowledge that she did this to herself sat upon her shoulders and whispered its insidious words into her mind. She sank lower beneath the rock, limbs and entire body trembling.
When she reached the Crow Border, she was on the last vestiges of her endurance. And she was trying to ignore the gazes. Curious and some accusing while others were sympathetic--pitying. All manner that felt like they were burning their own brands into her flesh. When she finally reached Mathew, her legs nearly gave out. Kyrie strangled a sound and trudged on, slowly circling him and feeling bleak.
He hadn't said she could stop after all. Just that she would meet him.
'You are worth nothing. You deserve this.'
