Morris
A Hunter Must Hunt
The young man was floating in an edifice of light. It was a most curious experience - all his life, he was told that luminiousness and the warmth it brings are good and welcoming things. But as far as he was concerned in this very moment, they were not. To succumb to this edifice of light, this searing, blinding, malevolent sensation, was a torture. Within this light, he heard discordant tunes, and beheld strange, vague shapes which quivered with disgust around him. Beyond these numerous sources of whiteness, dissolving into a singular eye-watering orb, existed all he renounced. He felt mocked, ridiculed, antagonized, like all he was and shall be was laid bare before some lidless celestial eye. Time itself was a washed away concept; there was only this torment, and a deepening anger born of desperation, and the indifference that damned him to this brightly lit inferno.
Suddenly, after nobody knows how long, whatever kept him afloat ceased, and whatever lay below the foundations of the edifice instituted its claim upon him; and he was plunged into the dark. Despite the horrific trauma of the first moments, he could cast a glimpse beside him, finding, at last, a comforting sight: SHE was beside him. And content in that knowledge, he let the fall continue, into the unknown abyss below...
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Raegan Scales-Seeker, Paladin of the most holy order of Dawn Heralds, awakened unpleasantly, gasping for air, breathing heavily. Good thing he took off his armor before laying to sleep, else he might very well have suffocated. It would have certainly been a most ironic end to his marvelous career. He wiped the sweat from his brow as the gentle breeze circling around the grassy field cooled him down. Ultimately, he let out a relieved sigh. - "Ye heavens, what a nightmare." - he reached for his messy shoulderlength hair, tying it up in a knot. All he took was but a short nap, yet it felt like some evil imp danced atop his lungs whilst he wasn't looking.
Ah well. He's not going to let a case of bad sleep ruin one of his few off-duty days, which were few and far between. Spring was upon the land, the fertile field he claimed as his bedspot was flowering, as was the tree he was resting under. Mayhaps it was the pollination that disturbed him? Perhaps.
Gazing about, he rubbed the sleepyness out of his eyes and shook his head free of the lingering confusion. He stood up, stretching his tired arms, looking at the nearby countryside inn where he rented a room. Some say places like this, a faraway, scarcely populated rural landscape was not a place meant for heroes, but he begged to differ. It was the only spot where one could truly relax, enjoy the peaceful things in life. Children ran about, whilst shepherds drove the cattle out to graze. Raegan smiled. This peace is what all true warriors strive for. And sometimes, magicians, too. Speaking of which...
He walked around the aged mulberry tree, to inspect a certain someone on the other side. - "Still reading your book, Lady Silthsun?" - he inquired, mildly amused. - "It must be an interesting book indeed. The sun was higher when I laid myself to rest, and here you are, hours later, still invested."
@Skryx
Suddenly, after nobody knows how long, whatever kept him afloat ceased, and whatever lay below the foundations of the edifice instituted its claim upon him; and he was plunged into the dark. Despite the horrific trauma of the first moments, he could cast a glimpse beside him, finding, at last, a comforting sight: SHE was beside him. And content in that knowledge, he let the fall continue, into the unknown abyss below...
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Raegan Scales-Seeker, Paladin of the most holy order of Dawn Heralds, awakened unpleasantly, gasping for air, breathing heavily. Good thing he took off his armor before laying to sleep, else he might very well have suffocated. It would have certainly been a most ironic end to his marvelous career. He wiped the sweat from his brow as the gentle breeze circling around the grassy field cooled him down. Ultimately, he let out a relieved sigh. - "Ye heavens, what a nightmare." - he reached for his messy shoulderlength hair, tying it up in a knot. All he took was but a short nap, yet it felt like some evil imp danced atop his lungs whilst he wasn't looking.
Ah well. He's not going to let a case of bad sleep ruin one of his few off-duty days, which were few and far between. Spring was upon the land, the fertile field he claimed as his bedspot was flowering, as was the tree he was resting under. Mayhaps it was the pollination that disturbed him? Perhaps.
Gazing about, he rubbed the sleepyness out of his eyes and shook his head free of the lingering confusion. He stood up, stretching his tired arms, looking at the nearby countryside inn where he rented a room. Some say places like this, a faraway, scarcely populated rural landscape was not a place meant for heroes, but he begged to differ. It was the only spot where one could truly relax, enjoy the peaceful things in life. Children ran about, whilst shepherds drove the cattle out to graze. Raegan smiled. This peace is what all true warriors strive for. And sometimes, magicians, too. Speaking of which...
He walked around the aged mulberry tree, to inspect a certain someone on the other side. - "Still reading your book, Lady Silthsun?" - he inquired, mildly amused. - "It must be an interesting book indeed. The sun was higher when I laid myself to rest, and here you are, hours later, still invested."
@Skryx