Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2012 2:56:09 GMT
He awoke slowly, his vision was blurred and unfocused, he had a headache that felt like a pile driver had been pounding at him while he slumbered and past the head he ached all over, in particular he had a stomach ache. Hungry. He required sustenance.
He smelled something. Something gorgeous, with his vision currently poor his nose was empowered by something so empowering that he just had to find the source.
He rolled over and landed onto the hard wooden floor with a loud and threatening thud, but that didn't matter to him. He got up and stretched, looking with his nose he saw an open window letting in a cool breeze like a kindly female fanning you on a hot summers day. Glorious, and as he stepped over the window he felt his tongue overpowered by that tantalizing scent too. So strong, potent and full of masculinity, he fantasized.
Noticing that this window had a hole in it he leant outside and followed his nose again, there was some brown mess beneath him and what looked like water with white splotches above but he couldn't rely nor care about his surroundings right now, he leaned out towards the smell and fell out of the window, falling around 2 stores.
His pained body in not great shape, he tried making a noise resembling a declaration of pain but it sounded more like a cat being strangled by a particularly psychotic bear.
Nonetheless, pain was trivial and nothing in pursuit of the origins of that smell, that taste that must satisfy this ravenous body.
rolling over and stumbling up, cracking something in his body which in all likelihood probably didn't hold vast importance, he stumbled through into another building.
Heaven. Absolute heaven.
Surrounded by him an all sides was not the brown smear of a dirty... place, thing, whatever, it was a plethora of colours. Smells and tastes of all different types, the warmth of other souls and the feeling of intense pain drifted away in the sheer awe of this area he had arrived in on awakening, either heaven had that effect or the happiness rendered irrelevant the fact that he was close to collapsing.
However, in the pure pursuit of delicious sustenance, those speculations did not matter. There it was, a sheet of pinks and whites and blacks, a whole buffet of delicacies with no one else around but the heat of the food it's self to motivate him into an orgy of gluttony.
he moved up to the white and black thing and began to nibble on it as his senses were overpowered. Oh how nice this tasted? He could almost feel the flesh coming off of this... seemingly incredibly hard and uncooked-
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
Caught in the act. What act?
Still naked, barely conscious, visibly bruised, not to mention a clearly bleeding, stranger sinking his teeth into Lily's favorite cow. He didn't move, his teeth still embedded in the thick hide, the cow apparently too stunned, dim, or lazy to move.
"Mmmph, mmm!" The boy tried to explain through the flesh however to Lily it sounded like he was explicitly like he was enjoying the current moment of attempting to devour livestock.
Bam, in an instant she had thrown a punch at his face, knocking him away from the cow and temporarily stunned, wherein the stranger who had appeared the previous night was dragged away in shame and embarrassment.
Ven was sitting down a few days later in front of the boy, who now seemed recovered fully at last. Tenacious. He was taller and looked more like something created about him, far too perfect, but despite his impressiveness it was all to clear that this boy had the obliviousness and maturity fitting that of the demeanor of a small child. It was almost as if he had been born in that light.
The boy grinned as he ate some legs. Clearly thrilled to see Ven for whatever reason.
"Talk, please. I'm not accustomed to reading gestures." Ven lied as he glared at him, all to accustomed to reading Lily before she spoke.
"Don't you find it boring here?" Asked the boy.
Ven was threw back. This was the first time he had spoken, not only that but his voice sounded like a god, booming with reason and meaning. Although not authoritative, he channeled more hero than the almightiness of a god and did not look down upon small Ven in tone.
It was this that caused Ven to take extra time processing the question.
"Boring?" He simply replied as if h had never before heard the word.
"Yeah. Those pigs were pretty cool and I love the smells-"
"All I ever smell is excrement from the livestock."
"Oh is that what it is? That makes sense. Hmm..."
Ven was bewildered. Who was this.
"Who are you, where did you come from, what is your name." Ven suddenly demanded, although he did not intend for the volley of questions to come out the way they did.
The boy held up 3 fingers. He put one down as he answered.
"Don't know, beats me, sorry no idea." He replied.
"Amnesia?" Asked Ven.
The boy had a ponderous look as he stared of into space for a second, he bobbed his head from side to side, weighing up the possibilities.
"I guess. Although I don't think I actually had something to forget. I simply am." He replied.
"Thats a stupid answer." Stated Ven, voice wry with cynicism.
"Thats your problem. So, what do you do for fun?" Asked the boy.
Ven was about to respond 'work' in a tone tired of providing responses when Lily burst in through the door.
"The knights have arrived. Say it's their pilgrimage." She announced glumly.
"Oh well. They're not normally too bad just a little bit of bothersome space. The neighbors or your parents when they get back could probably keep them from burning down all our crops." Ven said unconvincingly mostly to himself.
The boy on the other hand looked ecstatic.
"Knights? You mean, in shining armour and slaying dragons?" He asked excitedly.
"Pah. So many things wrong with that statement, rusted metal buckets 'slaying' rabbits and remaining constantly drunk." Ven said bluntly. Lily nodded solemnly in response.
"I should go tell them how to go about their duties." The boy said, getting up.
Ven grabbed him by his shirt, that had been given to him.
"Don't, they hate that even more than they hate those... uh... Lilly, that thing they keep talking about?" Asked Ven, trying to recall his train of thought.
"Sceith?"
"Yeah. Those dangerous things that threaten to tear the world apart. It's all just wildlife the wimps." Finished Ven.
The boy however wasn't listening, in fact the door was wide open and he was nowhere to be seen.
"Dammit." Said Ven angrily, and headed outside to search for him.
Not long later the boy was up staring down a burly man who Ven had never seen before, largely on account of him being one of the knights. He was tall and lanky, and his armour actually seemed to be much less clanky than what Ven had remembered. A complete overhaul actually, it looked nice and didn't remind him of a grape in a steel ball rattling about, instead mostly leather with some spotless steel padding here and there, and a helmet with the blue symbol of his military. The knight stroked his striking goatee and had a look of incredible irritation on his long face.
"Largo, he's saying we aren't doing our job properly." Said another knight to the knight facing down the boy, known apparently as Largo.
"Yes, I was just about to say that, clearly. Now who are you to question the holy knights of Akis!" Responded Largo angrily more due to role more than genuine personal offense.
"Look, I'm just saying that you should let me join the knights so that I can help you slay dragons!" The boy said again clearly having repeated what he had just previously said.
"No, sorry." Said Largo, put off by the demeanor of a man who seemed so innocent but so manly.
"Fine, I'll fight you for it. Draw your sword." Said the boy, readying his fists. Some of the other knights tried to suppress fits of laughter, the boy looked impressive but it looked like he was about to take on their captian with his fists!"
Largo looked around.
"Well alright, if it will get the idea out of your head." He said, readying his fists.
The boy showed anger for the very first time.
"Don't insult me. You have a sword, use it. I may be at a disadvantage but I'll be dammed if I'm going to even bother fighting with someone who doesn't even see me as capable to endure his full onslaught." He responded, fire in his eyes.
Largo was actually taken aback. The knights and the other onlookers were quiet, not laughing. This idiot was serious, over something so trivial.
Largo stepped back a step and begrudgingly drew his sword, pointing it towards the boy.
Their was a tension in the air. History was about to be made.
The boy struck froward with a jab, it was fast and it was designed to be a sucker punch. He knew how to fight?
Largo deflected barely with the flat of his sword, and continued to do so has the boy punched into the sword, presumably trying to either disarm or otherwise knock Largo of guard before aiming for the body. Largo despite the boy's speech was fighting defensive, not wishing to use the sword. He held it flat, as a shield so that the boy wouldn't cut himself. However the boy was clearly the embodiment as defense being a good offense, their were no openings in his following flurries of fast jabs which soon developed into kicks. People couldn't exactly believe what they were seeing.
Suddenly, the boy back stepped and shook his fists, bruised but not yet bleeding.
"Use your sword." He said in his powerful voice. Slowly, and for once with authority. Whatever he was he could win a fight with intimidating speeches alone, theoretically.
Largo was beginning to feel a little ticked off, well aware of snickering directed at him from his soldiers and the residence of Ashwood.
He spun his sword 90 degrees in a single motion, and charged forward with a series of slashes. Clearly a sword for wide swings, the wide arcs of the sword which vastly extended beyond the boy's fists hit him at the sides, and this time he bled as the sword sliced through soft flesh with little resistance.
Soon, the boy was flat on his back. Ven at least thought no less of this boy despite the loss.
"Be careful next time you challenge a knight. I hope you've seen first hand that we're fine without an irrational hothead." Said Largo.
The boy lifted up his head and stared straight into Largo's eyes with his own eyes, so brown as to reflect nature it's self, and the whites around the edges so bright.
He got up.
"I am not a hothead. A hothead is always in way over his head, unable to face the heat of true battle. I am no hothead. I know I can win anything. Knight dude, I'm just hot. And I'm bringing the heat to YOU!" He yelled, shouting skyward.
Ven felt a ripple in the air, and his body. It felt sickening like the world was being spun around too fast.
Bracelets on the knight's uniform began to light up.
"Crap, they...!" Exclaimed Largo.
"Largo, we weren't supposed to turn these on in the pilgrimage!" Yelled a knight.
Everything calmed down And the boy was no different, but he stood there, determined. And he had definitely done something.
"Now use it." He said.
Largo looked at him, then the bracelet.
"Akis..." He thought to himself, then he tapped his bracelet and slid it over his sword, making it light up blue.
The boy brought up his fists, once again.
"Now then, you have no reason to not go all out." He said, and charged back in with the same onslaught.
Largo defended like before except the boy's hands seemed to come away from the sword with frost bite every time, as if the sword were made of it. Largo decided to strike, he found and opening and slashed the boy across the chest. Skin was torn, and blood turned blue the moment the blade made contact with the blood.
The boy had won.
He head-butted Largo and advanced forward, so they were inches away. Taking the sword by the blade, he swung forward and let the blade just touch Largo's neck where the handle and the blade met.
"I am going. To become. A knight of your precious Akis. And so are they." He said, pointing towards Ven and Lilly whose jaws were dropping open.
The boy dropped the sword and broke eye contact, he now clutched his chest with his sword hand, blue and liable to simply fall off at any moment. He stumbled clumsily up the mountain, towards the Ashwood tree.
Largo stared on stoically.
"What is his name?" He asked, looking at Ven.
"He's nameless. We found him by that Ashwood tree a few days ago." Responded Ven, looking on too.
Largo smiled wryly.
"Then perhaps he should consider himself Sir Ash of Ashwood, and I know he's going to be a great knight ok Akis." Said Largo.
"Lets head back." He said after everyone had calmed down from the stunned silence.
"Yeah. Also, that kid is going to need some serious medical attention." Said Ven angrily, Turning back and motioning towards Lilly to follow, staring at Largo as he did so, conveying two messages which Largo soon understood- 'you help him' and 'I will find out about those bracelets'. Largo nodded and they all headed back to their temporary quarters.
Lilly stood looking on at Ash, the last one to notice him sit down and stare at the setting sun.
"Yes, he is... idiot." She mumbled, biting her lip nervously. She turned round and dashed after Ven as the whole town fell into thoughtful slumber.
He smelled something. Something gorgeous, with his vision currently poor his nose was empowered by something so empowering that he just had to find the source.
He rolled over and landed onto the hard wooden floor with a loud and threatening thud, but that didn't matter to him. He got up and stretched, looking with his nose he saw an open window letting in a cool breeze like a kindly female fanning you on a hot summers day. Glorious, and as he stepped over the window he felt his tongue overpowered by that tantalizing scent too. So strong, potent and full of masculinity, he fantasized.
Noticing that this window had a hole in it he leant outside and followed his nose again, there was some brown mess beneath him and what looked like water with white splotches above but he couldn't rely nor care about his surroundings right now, he leaned out towards the smell and fell out of the window, falling around 2 stores.
His pained body in not great shape, he tried making a noise resembling a declaration of pain but it sounded more like a cat being strangled by a particularly psychotic bear.
Nonetheless, pain was trivial and nothing in pursuit of the origins of that smell, that taste that must satisfy this ravenous body.
rolling over and stumbling up, cracking something in his body which in all likelihood probably didn't hold vast importance, he stumbled through into another building.
Heaven. Absolute heaven.
Surrounded by him an all sides was not the brown smear of a dirty... place, thing, whatever, it was a plethora of colours. Smells and tastes of all different types, the warmth of other souls and the feeling of intense pain drifted away in the sheer awe of this area he had arrived in on awakening, either heaven had that effect or the happiness rendered irrelevant the fact that he was close to collapsing.
However, in the pure pursuit of delicious sustenance, those speculations did not matter. There it was, a sheet of pinks and whites and blacks, a whole buffet of delicacies with no one else around but the heat of the food it's self to motivate him into an orgy of gluttony.
he moved up to the white and black thing and began to nibble on it as his senses were overpowered. Oh how nice this tasted? He could almost feel the flesh coming off of this... seemingly incredibly hard and uncooked-
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
Caught in the act. What act?
Still naked, barely conscious, visibly bruised, not to mention a clearly bleeding, stranger sinking his teeth into Lily's favorite cow. He didn't move, his teeth still embedded in the thick hide, the cow apparently too stunned, dim, or lazy to move.
"Mmmph, mmm!" The boy tried to explain through the flesh however to Lily it sounded like he was explicitly like he was enjoying the current moment of attempting to devour livestock.
Bam, in an instant she had thrown a punch at his face, knocking him away from the cow and temporarily stunned, wherein the stranger who had appeared the previous night was dragged away in shame and embarrassment.
Ven was sitting down a few days later in front of the boy, who now seemed recovered fully at last. Tenacious. He was taller and looked more like something created about him, far too perfect, but despite his impressiveness it was all to clear that this boy had the obliviousness and maturity fitting that of the demeanor of a small child. It was almost as if he had been born in that light.
The boy grinned as he ate some legs. Clearly thrilled to see Ven for whatever reason.
"Talk, please. I'm not accustomed to reading gestures." Ven lied as he glared at him, all to accustomed to reading Lily before she spoke.
"Don't you find it boring here?" Asked the boy.
Ven was threw back. This was the first time he had spoken, not only that but his voice sounded like a god, booming with reason and meaning. Although not authoritative, he channeled more hero than the almightiness of a god and did not look down upon small Ven in tone.
It was this that caused Ven to take extra time processing the question.
"Boring?" He simply replied as if h had never before heard the word.
"Yeah. Those pigs were pretty cool and I love the smells-"
"All I ever smell is excrement from the livestock."
"Oh is that what it is? That makes sense. Hmm..."
Ven was bewildered. Who was this.
"Who are you, where did you come from, what is your name." Ven suddenly demanded, although he did not intend for the volley of questions to come out the way they did.
The boy held up 3 fingers. He put one down as he answered.
"Don't know, beats me, sorry no idea." He replied.
"Amnesia?" Asked Ven.
The boy had a ponderous look as he stared of into space for a second, he bobbed his head from side to side, weighing up the possibilities.
"I guess. Although I don't think I actually had something to forget. I simply am." He replied.
"Thats a stupid answer." Stated Ven, voice wry with cynicism.
"Thats your problem. So, what do you do for fun?" Asked the boy.
Ven was about to respond 'work' in a tone tired of providing responses when Lily burst in through the door.
"The knights have arrived. Say it's their pilgrimage." She announced glumly.
"Oh well. They're not normally too bad just a little bit of bothersome space. The neighbors or your parents when they get back could probably keep them from burning down all our crops." Ven said unconvincingly mostly to himself.
The boy on the other hand looked ecstatic.
"Knights? You mean, in shining armour and slaying dragons?" He asked excitedly.
"Pah. So many things wrong with that statement, rusted metal buckets 'slaying' rabbits and remaining constantly drunk." Ven said bluntly. Lily nodded solemnly in response.
"I should go tell them how to go about their duties." The boy said, getting up.
Ven grabbed him by his shirt, that had been given to him.
"Don't, they hate that even more than they hate those... uh... Lilly, that thing they keep talking about?" Asked Ven, trying to recall his train of thought.
"Sceith?"
"Yeah. Those dangerous things that threaten to tear the world apart. It's all just wildlife the wimps." Finished Ven.
The boy however wasn't listening, in fact the door was wide open and he was nowhere to be seen.
"Dammit." Said Ven angrily, and headed outside to search for him.
Not long later the boy was up staring down a burly man who Ven had never seen before, largely on account of him being one of the knights. He was tall and lanky, and his armour actually seemed to be much less clanky than what Ven had remembered. A complete overhaul actually, it looked nice and didn't remind him of a grape in a steel ball rattling about, instead mostly leather with some spotless steel padding here and there, and a helmet with the blue symbol of his military. The knight stroked his striking goatee and had a look of incredible irritation on his long face.
"Largo, he's saying we aren't doing our job properly." Said another knight to the knight facing down the boy, known apparently as Largo.
"Yes, I was just about to say that, clearly. Now who are you to question the holy knights of Akis!" Responded Largo angrily more due to role more than genuine personal offense.
"Look, I'm just saying that you should let me join the knights so that I can help you slay dragons!" The boy said again clearly having repeated what he had just previously said.
"No, sorry." Said Largo, put off by the demeanor of a man who seemed so innocent but so manly.
"Fine, I'll fight you for it. Draw your sword." Said the boy, readying his fists. Some of the other knights tried to suppress fits of laughter, the boy looked impressive but it looked like he was about to take on their captian with his fists!"
Largo looked around.
"Well alright, if it will get the idea out of your head." He said, readying his fists.
The boy showed anger for the very first time.
"Don't insult me. You have a sword, use it. I may be at a disadvantage but I'll be dammed if I'm going to even bother fighting with someone who doesn't even see me as capable to endure his full onslaught." He responded, fire in his eyes.
Largo was actually taken aback. The knights and the other onlookers were quiet, not laughing. This idiot was serious, over something so trivial.
Largo stepped back a step and begrudgingly drew his sword, pointing it towards the boy.
Their was a tension in the air. History was about to be made.
The boy struck froward with a jab, it was fast and it was designed to be a sucker punch. He knew how to fight?
Largo deflected barely with the flat of his sword, and continued to do so has the boy punched into the sword, presumably trying to either disarm or otherwise knock Largo of guard before aiming for the body. Largo despite the boy's speech was fighting defensive, not wishing to use the sword. He held it flat, as a shield so that the boy wouldn't cut himself. However the boy was clearly the embodiment as defense being a good offense, their were no openings in his following flurries of fast jabs which soon developed into kicks. People couldn't exactly believe what they were seeing.
Suddenly, the boy back stepped and shook his fists, bruised but not yet bleeding.
"Use your sword." He said in his powerful voice. Slowly, and for once with authority. Whatever he was he could win a fight with intimidating speeches alone, theoretically.
Largo was beginning to feel a little ticked off, well aware of snickering directed at him from his soldiers and the residence of Ashwood.
He spun his sword 90 degrees in a single motion, and charged forward with a series of slashes. Clearly a sword for wide swings, the wide arcs of the sword which vastly extended beyond the boy's fists hit him at the sides, and this time he bled as the sword sliced through soft flesh with little resistance.
Soon, the boy was flat on his back. Ven at least thought no less of this boy despite the loss.
"Be careful next time you challenge a knight. I hope you've seen first hand that we're fine without an irrational hothead." Said Largo.
The boy lifted up his head and stared straight into Largo's eyes with his own eyes, so brown as to reflect nature it's self, and the whites around the edges so bright.
He got up.
"I am not a hothead. A hothead is always in way over his head, unable to face the heat of true battle. I am no hothead. I know I can win anything. Knight dude, I'm just hot. And I'm bringing the heat to YOU!" He yelled, shouting skyward.
Ven felt a ripple in the air, and his body. It felt sickening like the world was being spun around too fast.
Bracelets on the knight's uniform began to light up.
"Crap, they...!" Exclaimed Largo.
"Largo, we weren't supposed to turn these on in the pilgrimage!" Yelled a knight.
Everything calmed down And the boy was no different, but he stood there, determined. And he had definitely done something.
"Now use it." He said.
Largo looked at him, then the bracelet.
"Akis..." He thought to himself, then he tapped his bracelet and slid it over his sword, making it light up blue.
The boy brought up his fists, once again.
"Now then, you have no reason to not go all out." He said, and charged back in with the same onslaught.
Largo defended like before except the boy's hands seemed to come away from the sword with frost bite every time, as if the sword were made of it. Largo decided to strike, he found and opening and slashed the boy across the chest. Skin was torn, and blood turned blue the moment the blade made contact with the blood.
The boy had won.
He head-butted Largo and advanced forward, so they were inches away. Taking the sword by the blade, he swung forward and let the blade just touch Largo's neck where the handle and the blade met.
"I am going. To become. A knight of your precious Akis. And so are they." He said, pointing towards Ven and Lilly whose jaws were dropping open.
The boy dropped the sword and broke eye contact, he now clutched his chest with his sword hand, blue and liable to simply fall off at any moment. He stumbled clumsily up the mountain, towards the Ashwood tree.
Largo stared on stoically.
"What is his name?" He asked, looking at Ven.
"He's nameless. We found him by that Ashwood tree a few days ago." Responded Ven, looking on too.
Largo smiled wryly.
"Then perhaps he should consider himself Sir Ash of Ashwood, and I know he's going to be a great knight ok Akis." Said Largo.
"Lets head back." He said after everyone had calmed down from the stunned silence.
"Yeah. Also, that kid is going to need some serious medical attention." Said Ven angrily, Turning back and motioning towards Lilly to follow, staring at Largo as he did so, conveying two messages which Largo soon understood- 'you help him' and 'I will find out about those bracelets'. Largo nodded and they all headed back to their temporary quarters.
Lilly stood looking on at Ash, the last one to notice him sit down and stare at the setting sun.
"Yes, he is... idiot." She mumbled, biting her lip nervously. She turned round and dashed after Ven as the whole town fell into thoughtful slumber.
