one last night of terror {Oilliphests vs bagpipes} day3
Oct 24, 2015 11:13:48 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Oct 24, 2015 11:13:48 GMT -5
S A X T O N H A L E.
The night of eternal grief, I may call it. The howling night was meant with what seemed to be a never ending mixture of emotions, of grief. I had spent the night with strangers, strangers who are having to endure so much pain. Leo the boy from three doesn't even have an arm to call his own, and Jack is having to care for him all on her own. They had already lost two of their companions, and I was the devil that had taken one form them. But they could never know, for my life would come to an end if I ever spoke those words. Half the night as spent sobbing for the soul fact that Hannah was really gone, forever. And the second half may have been caused from the single fact that I laid there stealing the warmth from the very people I had taken a friend from. They had not the slightest of clues of what I had done, but I had not only murdered the little girl from eight, I had taken their kindness, friendship. I was a thief among many other things. But above all I was worthless.
The tender touch from these two souls keeping me warm had only made my crying all the more dramatic, I could hardly believe that they were capable of getting any sleep with my shaking body between their arms. I was incapable of pity, but remorse was becoming all the more real. I was committing all of the highest of sins, and all I could do was cry for myself. These good people deserved better, not to be played by a lowly girl from District Five. I was nothing o them, yet they treated me like kin. I was simply the girl covered in blood that Jack had brought home. Yet they nurtured me like royalty. Jack wrapped my wounds when it was obvious that Leo needed it so much more, but he insisted. I was given a tablet by Leo to purify my dangerous water, so that I could taste the sensation of clean water. So that I could stay strong. How had so much kindness made it into this arena? Their souls were not made for a place like this. They deserved an end of glory, not to die at to the blade of a scared child.
My head would not give me a moment of silence. Through the night I only hear its screams of hatred for me, for itself. I had wanted so badly to take the end of my pole sword and slit my own throat. I did not deserve to be living. I had murdered a little innocent girl, just because she strayed from a path. She was only being a child, and though I had thought I was putting the precious lamb to rest, I was only feasting on her for my own lioness hunger. I was made for this arena, forged in the forests of this wasteland. My end was going to come, but not until I was done fighting. I was willing to kill 23 children, so that Xavier could have a chance at life. Not a life with me, but a normal life, he had been stamped with the kiss of death since he was a tiny child, that fear must leave his body. He must become a happy man, an old soul. Creaking on his wooden rocking chair on the chipped steps of an old home, his wife holding his hand so dear. Their hair coiled into little gray ringlets. That is what he deserved, so I was going to give it to him.
"Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who have trespassed against us."
The night of eternal grief, I may call it. The howling night was meant with what seemed to be a never ending mixture of emotions, of grief. I had spent the night with strangers, strangers who are having to endure so much pain. Leo the boy from three doesn't even have an arm to call his own, and Jack is having to care for him all on her own. They had already lost two of their companions, and I was the devil that had taken one form them. But they could never know, for my life would come to an end if I ever spoke those words. Half the night as spent sobbing for the soul fact that Hannah was really gone, forever. And the second half may have been caused from the single fact that I laid there stealing the warmth from the very people I had taken a friend from. They had not the slightest of clues of what I had done, but I had not only murdered the little girl from eight, I had taken their kindness, friendship. I was a thief among many other things. But above all I was worthless.
The tender touch from these two souls keeping me warm had only made my crying all the more dramatic, I could hardly believe that they were capable of getting any sleep with my shaking body between their arms. I was incapable of pity, but remorse was becoming all the more real. I was committing all of the highest of sins, and all I could do was cry for myself. These good people deserved better, not to be played by a lowly girl from District Five. I was nothing o them, yet they treated me like kin. I was simply the girl covered in blood that Jack had brought home. Yet they nurtured me like royalty. Jack wrapped my wounds when it was obvious that Leo needed it so much more, but he insisted. I was given a tablet by Leo to purify my dangerous water, so that I could taste the sensation of clean water. So that I could stay strong. How had so much kindness made it into this arena? Their souls were not made for a place like this. They deserved an end of glory, not to die at to the blade of a scared child.
My head would not give me a moment of silence. Through the night I only hear its screams of hatred for me, for itself. I had wanted so badly to take the end of my pole sword and slit my own throat. I did not deserve to be living. I had murdered a little innocent girl, just because she strayed from a path. She was only being a child, and though I had thought I was putting the precious lamb to rest, I was only feasting on her for my own lioness hunger. I was made for this arena, forged in the forests of this wasteland. My end was going to come, but not until I was done fighting. I was willing to kill 23 children, so that Xavier could have a chance at life. Not a life with me, but a normal life, he had been stamped with the kiss of death since he was a tiny child, that fear must leave his body. He must become a happy man, an old soul. Creaking on his wooden rocking chair on the chipped steps of an old home, his wife holding his hand so dear. Their hair coiled into little gray ringlets. That is what he deserved, so I was going to give it to him.
"Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who have trespassed against us."
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{Saxton uses Aibell 0/10}
{Saxton Attacks, Rodrick Benstaloe}
Bhus5s3zglaive
{result}
13111 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Pole Sword)
Re-Roll for accuracy Day 3
glaive
{result}
13120 -- Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage
(Pole Sword)
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