when colors collide {El Martillo Maldito de Dios} Day 2
Mar 8, 2017 19:06:09 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Mar 8, 2017 19:06:09 GMT -5
i v a r h a m m e r f e l l
i know i'm a mess and i wanna be someone
someone that i like better
i can never forget
so don't remind me of it forever
i know i'm a mess and i wanna be someone
someone that i like better
i can never forget
so don't remind me of it forever
The arena was a beautiful sight. In every direction something new lurked through the distance. Fish jumped through the clouds. It was a dream. Something Ivar would think of at night when nobody else was looking, and yet his mind wouldn't comprehend what his eyes were seeing. Nothing made sense anymore. It started with the entrance, and only became worse as the sunset turned to darkness. Tributes rained down from the sky, sea creatures flew - would the flying creatures swim? It was something he wondered, something he wanted to see. But right now his only plan was to leave this game alive and prove to his family the strength living inside.
Curse was both a blessing and a curse. Living this journey with him offered a sense of hope. It gave him something to look for, and he wasn't alone. The bond between the two of them was something Ivar never wanted to break, but if he wanted the crown at the end of the games, severing the ties would happen. Not that he cared, but for the first time in his entire life, the young Hammerfell had someone he considered a friend.
The earth was blank, and the only color he could see was the red dripping from his clothes. So far Ivar was lucky, yet he knew the fights would become harder as the games came closer to the end. The tributes he watched in previous games always fought harder when the shields had died, and it was only them standing in their way of total victory. Staying low and hiding behind weaker tributes offered a chance to live longer, to kill, to prove just how strong they truly were. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Never again would it happen especially if he died.
But dying wasn't part of the plan.
A heavy sigh left his chest as he watched the axe melt before his eyes - "Well, that was a waste of a crayon." Ivar chuckled, and rolled his eyes. He had many crayons gathered from the bloodbath, and from killing. "Hey, Curse, do you think other things can be drawn?" He raised an eyebrow before removing the eggplant colored crayon from a pocket inside the robe he found the day before;
"Perhaps we can make ourselves more deadly and a force to reckon with."
Curse was both a blessing and a curse. Living this journey with him offered a sense of hope. It gave him something to look for, and he wasn't alone. The bond between the two of them was something Ivar never wanted to break, but if he wanted the crown at the end of the games, severing the ties would happen. Not that he cared, but for the first time in his entire life, the young Hammerfell had someone he considered a friend.
The earth was blank, and the only color he could see was the red dripping from his clothes. So far Ivar was lucky, yet he knew the fights would become harder as the games came closer to the end. The tributes he watched in previous games always fought harder when the shields had died, and it was only them standing in their way of total victory. Staying low and hiding behind weaker tributes offered a chance to live longer, to kill, to prove just how strong they truly were. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Never again would it happen especially if he died.
But dying wasn't part of the plan.
A heavy sigh left his chest as he watched the axe melt before his eyes - "Well, that was a waste of a crayon." Ivar chuckled, and rolled his eyes. He had many crayons gathered from the bloodbath, and from killing. "Hey, Curse, do you think other things can be drawn?" He raised an eyebrow before removing the eggplant colored crayon from a pocket inside the robe he found the day before;
"Perhaps we can make ourselves more deadly and a force to reckon with."