it's only blood [di vs mutts]
Nov 2, 2017 17:49:14 GMT -5
Post by kousei ♚ on Nov 2, 2017 17:49:14 GMT -5
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I do not hear myself scream when the child's claw draws a crimson crescent through the air from my chest. I stumble backwards, axe held tight between white knuckles and a throbbing fingers and a biting desperation for life -- ("An...Ansel?") I catch Tobias' voice, barely louder than a whisper within the gale of my partial existence.
He's not here.
I don't know who to call out for; Sirrah's blood drips heavy from his stomach, Daniela strikes at the spider with a rabid desperation moments before Alfie strikes it down in a similar manner to the way my blade struck down this beast's twin. My chest throbs, a red river weeping from this gorged canyon upon my chest yet I do not fall. No while Alfie still bleeds, Daniela still lives and Sirrah fights -- I can be a monster too, y'know.
Three cannon's fire and I do not play with the possibility that one of them could be one of ours, I do not dare to think how I would crumble if Alfie or Sirrah's backs met the ground for the first and last time. Would my heart sink to the depths of Tobias? Or would the steel I carry flash hungry for vengeance like the weapons of Alice and Mila? "It's strange, how you were willing to protect him without a second thought." I decide not to let the echo of my own voice become a catalyst for a sinking mood and rising despair.
I will not be the captain of this sinking ship. I stumble forwards, arms shaking beneath the moonlight and blood pinning fabric to my skin. "It's okay," I say, not knowing whether the sound of the cracks within my own voice are to convince me, my allies or my audiance. "We'll have this, we'll get there."
Did I ever care?
I let the paper corner brush the corner of my thumb, a reassurance to him more than myself.
Axe in hand, I swing.
[Kind of a WIP]
He's not here.
I don't know who to call out for; Sirrah's blood drips heavy from his stomach, Daniela strikes at the spider with a rabid desperation moments before Alfie strikes it down in a similar manner to the way my blade struck down this beast's twin. My chest throbs, a red river weeping from this gorged canyon upon my chest yet I do not fall. No while Alfie still bleeds, Daniela still lives and Sirrah fights -- I can be a monster too, y'know.
Three cannon's fire and I do not play with the possibility that one of them could be one of ours, I do not dare to think how I would crumble if Alfie or Sirrah's backs met the ground for the first and last time. Would my heart sink to the depths of Tobias? Or would the steel I carry flash hungry for vengeance like the weapons of Alice and Mila? "It's strange, how you were willing to protect him without a second thought." I decide not to let the echo of my own voice become a catalyst for a sinking mood and rising despair.
I will not be the captain of this sinking ship. I stumble forwards, arms shaking beneath the moonlight and blood pinning fabric to my skin. "It's okay," I say, not knowing whether the sound of the cracks within my own voice are to convince me, my allies or my audiance. "We'll have this, we'll get there."
Did I ever care?
(Did you?)
I let the paper corner brush the corner of my thumb, a reassurance to him more than myself.
Axe in hand, I swing.
[Kind of a WIP]
[ansel khiev attacks terrortot #2; axe]
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[11195 -- Deep Gash on Left Forearm -- 8.0 damage]
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