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paradisa2013-04-15 10:30 am
peacockherald) wrote in paradisa2013-04-15 10:30 am
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The Past is Catching Up [ Backdated Some + Today ]
[ Backdated to April 13-14 ]
[ Vanyel was aware it was a trick of the Castle, but at times he would find himself pausing when he caught sight of himself in mirrors, when he saw the shadow looming behind him, and his breath would quicken, his heart beat painfully. Things he had thought he'd come to accept were suddenly pulsing inside his mind, whispering wicked things, things he could not run from with them burned onto his very skin.
His lips were crusted with ice crystals, as were his hands, though the ice on his hands was tinted pink from the stains of blood. Around his throat were scrawled, in deep and jagged black ink, the words to a spell he had not heard or thought of in a long time, but how could he forget them? How could he forget them falling from Tylendel's lips, the spell that would seal the fate of the moments to come? His shadow loomed behind him, disproportionate to himself - taller, broader, a thick set man - a man who's shadow he knew well.
He went out to try tend to the animals, but they panicked at the stench emanating from his chest. Only Yfandes seemed able to stand him, and while that was comforting, it hurt that he could not work with animals he loved so. And since that was out of the question, he often found himself in the library, looking through books, anything to keep his mind off things. At least, with hands iced, he had no worry of tripping blood everywhere...]
[ Today - Water Guns Ahoy! ]
[ It felt so good to be clean! To be free of those reminders of his past and the things that had happened. He was still wet when he ran out to Yfandes, leaping onto her without waiting for saddle or bridle - both of which were more for his comfort that necessity. Grinning, he gripped her with his thighs and she dashed off, Vanyel gripping the water gun against his thigh as one hand fisted into her silken mane. He was heading for the town, though he kept an eye out for anyone on the way who had not yet been showered by an elephant or learned of the way to get their stains washed from them.
And he did so enjoy helping people. It was what he did. ]
[ooc: So Vanyel is riding around on Yfandes like a loan ranger, and he'll squirt anyone who asks for it and spread the good news, if you haven't yet run into an elephant! ]
[ Vanyel was aware it was a trick of the Castle, but at times he would find himself pausing when he caught sight of himself in mirrors, when he saw the shadow looming behind him, and his breath would quicken, his heart beat painfully. Things he had thought he'd come to accept were suddenly pulsing inside his mind, whispering wicked things, things he could not run from with them burned onto his very skin.
His lips were crusted with ice crystals, as were his hands, though the ice on his hands was tinted pink from the stains of blood. Around his throat were scrawled, in deep and jagged black ink, the words to a spell he had not heard or thought of in a long time, but how could he forget them? How could he forget them falling from Tylendel's lips, the spell that would seal the fate of the moments to come? His shadow loomed behind him, disproportionate to himself - taller, broader, a thick set man - a man who's shadow he knew well.
He went out to try tend to the animals, but they panicked at the stench emanating from his chest. Only Yfandes seemed able to stand him, and while that was comforting, it hurt that he could not work with animals he loved so. And since that was out of the question, he often found himself in the library, looking through books, anything to keep his mind off things. At least, with hands iced, he had no worry of tripping blood everywhere...]
[ Today - Water Guns Ahoy! ]
[ It felt so good to be clean! To be free of those reminders of his past and the things that had happened. He was still wet when he ran out to Yfandes, leaping onto her without waiting for saddle or bridle - both of which were more for his comfort that necessity. Grinning, he gripped her with his thighs and she dashed off, Vanyel gripping the water gun against his thigh as one hand fisted into her silken mane. He was heading for the town, though he kept an eye out for anyone on the way who had not yet been showered by an elephant or learned of the way to get their stains washed from them.
And he did so enjoy helping people. It was what he did. ]
[ooc: So Vanyel is riding around on Yfandes like a loan ranger, and he'll squirt anyone who asks for it and spread the good news, if you haven't yet run into an elephant! ]
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[ And his voice is shaking. Dammit. Duke rolls and sticks his face into the hay, hoping that would at least get some other scent into his nose. ]
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[ He moved to the ladder, and he came up into the loft, coming closer to Duke. ]
This will pass. It must.
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[ He's staying curled up where he is for now. Hay works, sort of. ]
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It will pass soon, I know it. These things never last long, as if the Castle has some sense of mercy for its cruelty.
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[ He almost reaches up to shift some of his hair out of his face, but winces and just drops his hand to the hay near his side. ]
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Scrubbing, if this doesn't go away.
[ He knows he's staining the loft a bit with the side he's laying on, its sticky and smells strongly of blood and he can't get it off. ]
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Things drawn in by this mess wouldn't be friendly.