Post by Triton Augustus on May 31, 2019 20:18:40 GMT -8
Name: Your Event
Requirements: Approved Character
Job: An event has happened to your character alone. What happened? Write a story about some big event that just happened to your character. This event can be done once a month.
Bonus: Receive an injury that lasts 3 threads.
Payout: +3 exp, +$250
Down a path of dirt Triton wandered, approaching the shore to his true love. As rare as the crimson moon, his blue scales were covered in part by tattered fisherman's rags, gifted to him by a kind mainlander. Today was a day that the islander had set aside for the purpose of a voyage to the west of the academy he knew. It had been many cycles since he felt the true ocean's breadth and depth. The ocean fashioned by mainlanders was certainly a great feat, one that the creators may boast of for many ages to come, but the ocean of Poseidon knew no contender for its place. It had truly been far too long.
A shout sounded from the shore he neared, and a man that seemed a lover of food approached with haste. Sand was thrown to the air with each step he took along the same path Triton walked. “It-it-It's the dragon!” the man proclaimed. After a brief moment of unbelief, the crowd once around Triton began to flee and shout in terror as a roar sounded from the sands at the end of the path. A sword had left the hand of a warrior struck with the spirit of fear, and among the chaos, the clink of the sword meeting the ground reached Triton's blue ears. There was no doubt in Triton's mind the duty that now befell him. Swiftly he attained the sword and charged toward the shore.
Reaching his destination, Triton saw the beast, and it saw him, its eyes as white as the sea's sands. The islander charged it, and its response mimicked his once more, as if a wall of unseen water displayed a wry reflection. He swiped with his sword, striking its scaled hand, which had risen to strike likewise. The sword remained in its scales as the body they armored rose up and threw its other claw toward its blue opponent. Triton was thrown back, left to feel puny at the attack’s ease. The back of the islander’s rugged clothes collided with the ground as his sword fell from the hand of the lizard. The wind of Triton's lungs left him, like a gull leaving its watery resting place.
The leviathan drew near the blue body that lay before it, gazing at it with carnal intrigue. Much to the islander's perplexity, its eyes became like embers of a fire, caught ablaze like the setting sun, and sinister whispers of an unknown language fell from the white daggers within its jaw like weighted mists. Triton wished to arise to continue the battle with the dragon, but his battle with the earth’s force was met with equal success. Thus, all that arose was the claw of the red creature, who then placed it through the fibers of the tattered clothes of his victim. The black tip of the beast’s talon continued through the blue scales, which was swiftly met with a roar of pain from the grimaced visage of Triton.
It was then that, following a darkness overtaking his sight, he lifted his head to behold the dragon gazing upon the beating heart, seized from the islander's bosom. It had been pierced and torn from the vessels of blood, yet continued to beat. The blood that it once forced through its body’s veins now soaked the garb torn by the impalement. More whispers slipped from the leviathan's mouth, as its fixation was set upon the mechanism of flesh. Slowly, the jaws of the creature separated, and it held the heart above its gaping mouth. Every scale, every bone, every muscle of the heartless warrior warred against weakness, but his only victory was a raise of his hand in protest to the threat of his heart’s consumption. Truly, it was in vain; the heart fell into the beast, and disappeared. Triton’s hand surrendered, falling to the sand, and his vision began to flee. The last sight was that of the lizard taking its leave, each step shaking the sand that was now the islander’s sleeping place.
After some time, Triton’s spirit returned, and his head lifted from a padded cushion. His sight looked down to see wraps of white around his breasts. His blood-stained attire laid upon the floor far from him. It was without contest that what he had seen had taken place. He felt, incomplete, as if a shell lying about the sand serving as a home to no creature.
Oceanus crawled onto the scaled stomach of his master, with a expression not lacking worry and query.
“I am well, Oceanus. Incomplete and scarred, truly, but I live still.”
The reptilian companion seemed satisfied, and it curled into a sleep where it once stood.
Triton’s head returned to the place from where it had lifted, and he pondered deeply what had happened, and the disappearance of his heart.
Requirements: Approved Character
Job: An event has happened to your character alone. What happened? Write a story about some big event that just happened to your character. This event can be done once a month.
Bonus: Receive an injury that lasts 3 threads.
Payout: +3 exp, +$250
Down a path of dirt Triton wandered, approaching the shore to his true love. As rare as the crimson moon, his blue scales were covered in part by tattered fisherman's rags, gifted to him by a kind mainlander. Today was a day that the islander had set aside for the purpose of a voyage to the west of the academy he knew. It had been many cycles since he felt the true ocean's breadth and depth. The ocean fashioned by mainlanders was certainly a great feat, one that the creators may boast of for many ages to come, but the ocean of Poseidon knew no contender for its place. It had truly been far too long.
A shout sounded from the shore he neared, and a man that seemed a lover of food approached with haste. Sand was thrown to the air with each step he took along the same path Triton walked. “It-it-It's the dragon!” the man proclaimed. After a brief moment of unbelief, the crowd once around Triton began to flee and shout in terror as a roar sounded from the sands at the end of the path. A sword had left the hand of a warrior struck with the spirit of fear, and among the chaos, the clink of the sword meeting the ground reached Triton's blue ears. There was no doubt in Triton's mind the duty that now befell him. Swiftly he attained the sword and charged toward the shore.
Reaching his destination, Triton saw the beast, and it saw him, its eyes as white as the sea's sands. The islander charged it, and its response mimicked his once more, as if a wall of unseen water displayed a wry reflection. He swiped with his sword, striking its scaled hand, which had risen to strike likewise. The sword remained in its scales as the body they armored rose up and threw its other claw toward its blue opponent. Triton was thrown back, left to feel puny at the attack’s ease. The back of the islander’s rugged clothes collided with the ground as his sword fell from the hand of the lizard. The wind of Triton's lungs left him, like a gull leaving its watery resting place.
The leviathan drew near the blue body that lay before it, gazing at it with carnal intrigue. Much to the islander's perplexity, its eyes became like embers of a fire, caught ablaze like the setting sun, and sinister whispers of an unknown language fell from the white daggers within its jaw like weighted mists. Triton wished to arise to continue the battle with the dragon, but his battle with the earth’s force was met with equal success. Thus, all that arose was the claw of the red creature, who then placed it through the fibers of the tattered clothes of his victim. The black tip of the beast’s talon continued through the blue scales, which was swiftly met with a roar of pain from the grimaced visage of Triton.
It was then that, following a darkness overtaking his sight, he lifted his head to behold the dragon gazing upon the beating heart, seized from the islander's bosom. It had been pierced and torn from the vessels of blood, yet continued to beat. The blood that it once forced through its body’s veins now soaked the garb torn by the impalement. More whispers slipped from the leviathan's mouth, as its fixation was set upon the mechanism of flesh. Slowly, the jaws of the creature separated, and it held the heart above its gaping mouth. Every scale, every bone, every muscle of the heartless warrior warred against weakness, but his only victory was a raise of his hand in protest to the threat of his heart’s consumption. Truly, it was in vain; the heart fell into the beast, and disappeared. Triton’s hand surrendered, falling to the sand, and his vision began to flee. The last sight was that of the lizard taking its leave, each step shaking the sand that was now the islander’s sleeping place.
After some time, Triton’s spirit returned, and his head lifted from a padded cushion. His sight looked down to see wraps of white around his breasts. His blood-stained attire laid upon the floor far from him. It was without contest that what he had seen had taken place. He felt, incomplete, as if a shell lying about the sand serving as a home to no creature.
Oceanus crawled onto the scaled stomach of his master, with a expression not lacking worry and query.
“I am well, Oceanus. Incomplete and scarred, truly, but I live still.”
The reptilian companion seemed satisfied, and it curled into a sleep where it once stood.
Triton’s head returned to the place from where it had lifted, and he pondered deeply what had happened, and the disappearance of his heart.