Post by Pride on Jul 30, 2019 23:16:31 GMT -8
Pride sat in front of the river of the land they could now call home. A land where they were accepted for what they were, and how strong they were. A keep what you kill type of society. It was odd to think that he was living somewhere like that. The sense of a tight-knit community was lacking, and he couldn't help but feel like something was missing. No, that wasn't right, it was more like something was itching at him. Just in the back of his head.
His thumb traced along the edge of the mask of the fallen elder of territory 63. They were different then them, sworn enemies. But he couldn't help but feel a connection to them in some way. Despite their differences, many of the views they had, their way of life was shared. He had never thought of it before, but now that they were living among strangers, people who viewed the world in new and foreign ways. He couldn't help but find himself looking back and wondering if things were better back home, or if that is where and how he truly wanted to live.
The feeling of something itching at the back of his mind continued to grow as his eyes glazed over, his fingers moving from the edge of the mask to pattern on the mask upon his face. He felt a rumbling and a growl deep within his heart. He'd long come to terms with the beast within him. None knew why he and Joy had been chosen by the beasts. But they had grown up with them, and Pride for his part had learned to trust his. Like an old friend and faithful companion, one that was watchful for danger. Pride liked to think that was why his gave him a more defensive ability compared to the one Joy had.
The sensation spread through his whole body as the Monster within tried to take control. He wasn't expecting that, it's not something that had happened in years. His skin turned white as the shell covered his skin, but the burning itching sensation was not quelled. He felt like his flesh was on fire, the feeling centering along his face where he was touched by chaos. The black marks of his mask forming over unbidden as it's own will clashed with the monster within. His hands clutched at the mask from the elders of his sworn enemies. The only thing he had to remind him of home.
Pain, pain eclipsed all reason as he felt the two forces within battle each other, now of all times and unprompted. His jaw clenched as he forced his fingers to let go of the mask, letting it clatter to the water below. Sounds swirled in his head, like a dozen voices talking to him all at once. Each of them speaking over the other trying to be heard until it was nothing but an incomprehensible jumble of noise. Impossible to discern even a single intelligible word from it's writhing mass. All the while the Monster in his heart howled and gnashed at the voices. He felt as though he would be ripped apart.
He had no guidance. No idea of who, or what to trust. Only the vague notion of relief that he was alone, and Joy was out hunting or brooding, or whatever it was she did when she needed time alone.
Colors. Colors swirled in front of his face, their ever-shifting patterns a battery upon his senses. Almost hypnotic. He didn't even realize he had moved until he felt his hands clawing at his face. No longer sitting one hand was trying to peel the mask of Chaos from his flesh, while the other hand fought to resist it. Pulling at it in vain as his ivory skin began to crack. Streaks of beautiful crimson trickling from the cracks as his primary arm continued to work its fingers under the bit of hardened flesh that covered his face.
The stalemate felt like it would last forever, a single second frozen in time. But nothing lasted forever, and that moment would shatter like glass upon the stone. The resistance of the mask would break, and it would peel away from his face, now pouring blood to the ground. A surge of energy erupting around him. And a flicker of a moment, a brief moment where he felt it. Everything and nothing. The colors in the wind, the sound in the sun, the heartbeat in the earth. The voices continued to scream at him, louder and louder, the pitch climbing higher and higher until it was nothing but a sharp whistle threatening to tear at his mind. His own voice joining them in malicious laughter as he fell to his knees, staring up at the sun in wonderment while his shell shattered. The shards raining down upon him like the first razor snowfall of winter. The small knicks they left were nothing compared to the pure euphoria that he felt. A high unlike any other.
But it too would fade, leaving him trembling and drenched in sweat. Blood splattered on the ground around him, and upon the mask of the Elder at his feet. His hands moved back to his face, but there was nothing to find. There was no blood, no cuts, now flesh ripped off of his body leaving exposed bone or muscle tissue. Just, his face. Same as it had always been. His body shivered as a chill washed over him, and with trembling hands he would lean in to grab the mask from the ground, wiping away the warm blood with his thumb. He couldn't explain what had happened, but he felt weak, worn out. It was worse than a two day march through a bog, it felt like every scrap of his being had just been wrung out and tossed aside like dirty laundry. He couldn't explain it, and he didn't know what he should tell Joy, if anything. The only thing he knew for certain was that he needed to sleep, eat, and sleep again. In that order.
Name: Qi or Technology
Requirements: 10 Eng
Job: Inspect someone's Qi and an Item (Does not have to have an ability).
Bonus: Use an item ability and Qi ability in a 1,000 word solo post. (Elder Mask and Chaos power and Monster power used.)
Payout: +1 exp
His thumb traced along the edge of the mask of the fallen elder of territory 63. They were different then them, sworn enemies. But he couldn't help but feel a connection to them in some way. Despite their differences, many of the views they had, their way of life was shared. He had never thought of it before, but now that they were living among strangers, people who viewed the world in new and foreign ways. He couldn't help but find himself looking back and wondering if things were better back home, or if that is where and how he truly wanted to live.
The feeling of something itching at the back of his mind continued to grow as his eyes glazed over, his fingers moving from the edge of the mask to pattern on the mask upon his face. He felt a rumbling and a growl deep within his heart. He'd long come to terms with the beast within him. None knew why he and Joy had been chosen by the beasts. But they had grown up with them, and Pride for his part had learned to trust his. Like an old friend and faithful companion, one that was watchful for danger. Pride liked to think that was why his gave him a more defensive ability compared to the one Joy had.
The sensation spread through his whole body as the Monster within tried to take control. He wasn't expecting that, it's not something that had happened in years. His skin turned white as the shell covered his skin, but the burning itching sensation was not quelled. He felt like his flesh was on fire, the feeling centering along his face where he was touched by chaos. The black marks of his mask forming over unbidden as it's own will clashed with the monster within. His hands clutched at the mask from the elders of his sworn enemies. The only thing he had to remind him of home.
Pain, pain eclipsed all reason as he felt the two forces within battle each other, now of all times and unprompted. His jaw clenched as he forced his fingers to let go of the mask, letting it clatter to the water below. Sounds swirled in his head, like a dozen voices talking to him all at once. Each of them speaking over the other trying to be heard until it was nothing but an incomprehensible jumble of noise. Impossible to discern even a single intelligible word from it's writhing mass. All the while the Monster in his heart howled and gnashed at the voices. He felt as though he would be ripped apart.
He had no guidance. No idea of who, or what to trust. Only the vague notion of relief that he was alone, and Joy was out hunting or brooding, or whatever it was she did when she needed time alone.
Colors. Colors swirled in front of his face, their ever-shifting patterns a battery upon his senses. Almost hypnotic. He didn't even realize he had moved until he felt his hands clawing at his face. No longer sitting one hand was trying to peel the mask of Chaos from his flesh, while the other hand fought to resist it. Pulling at it in vain as his ivory skin began to crack. Streaks of beautiful crimson trickling from the cracks as his primary arm continued to work its fingers under the bit of hardened flesh that covered his face.
The stalemate felt like it would last forever, a single second frozen in time. But nothing lasted forever, and that moment would shatter like glass upon the stone. The resistance of the mask would break, and it would peel away from his face, now pouring blood to the ground. A surge of energy erupting around him. And a flicker of a moment, a brief moment where he felt it. Everything and nothing. The colors in the wind, the sound in the sun, the heartbeat in the earth. The voices continued to scream at him, louder and louder, the pitch climbing higher and higher until it was nothing but a sharp whistle threatening to tear at his mind. His own voice joining them in malicious laughter as he fell to his knees, staring up at the sun in wonderment while his shell shattered. The shards raining down upon him like the first razor snowfall of winter. The small knicks they left were nothing compared to the pure euphoria that he felt. A high unlike any other.
But it too would fade, leaving him trembling and drenched in sweat. Blood splattered on the ground around him, and upon the mask of the Elder at his feet. His hands moved back to his face, but there was nothing to find. There was no blood, no cuts, now flesh ripped off of his body leaving exposed bone or muscle tissue. Just, his face. Same as it had always been. His body shivered as a chill washed over him, and with trembling hands he would lean in to grab the mask from the ground, wiping away the warm blood with his thumb. He couldn't explain what had happened, but he felt weak, worn out. It was worse than a two day march through a bog, it felt like every scrap of his being had just been wrung out and tossed aside like dirty laundry. He couldn't explain it, and he didn't know what he should tell Joy, if anything. The only thing he knew for certain was that he needed to sleep, eat, and sleep again. In that order.
Name: Qi or Technology
Requirements: 10 Eng
Job: Inspect someone's Qi and an Item (Does not have to have an ability).
Bonus: Use an item ability and Qi ability in a 1,000 word solo post. (Elder Mask and Chaos power and Monster power used.)
Payout: +1 exp