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09-01-2014, 02:09 AM
A flower in a desert storm, that's what I am. Beautiful, pristine, but torn by raging winds just trying to stay alive, begging to survive. Bruised, battered, worn by the world I've entered, the environment that I choose to be in - but where else would I thrive? I just keep coming back for more, time and time again. Hooves and teeth, horns and wings, neverending tornado of limbs seeking to bruise, cut, tenderize, lacerate. Do you seek to break me, do you want to see me in pieces begging for mercy at your feet?
What a fucking general I am! Oxy is right to hold me in disdain if this is all I'm going to amount to. Beaten by young boys, beaten by mares. But you lost to a fine warrior, Midas. Yeah and you fuckin' lost again. Lose lose lose do you know how to do anything different? Stop, don't break me. Don't push me face first into the mud and trample me. Stop, Comrade, I'll do better! I'll work harder, just give me a chance. Don't send me away, I don't want to go. Please, oh please.
My eyes open, a sweat covering my dark - now darker - round body. Stress and anxiety leave my muscles tensed and aching, my veins bulging in my face. I try to catch my breath - did I stop breathing? I struggle to my feet, my muscles screaming in protest, and my body shudders as I force everything into action. Spar after spar has not done me any kindness - physically or mentally. It's like getting beaten by my father all over again. I remember those days... all the nightmares... the nightmares that I still sometimes have.
It's the nightmares you can't wake up from that you should really fear.
I reach down and lift my pouch, taking a sip of the drink that I like to think makes all the bad dreams go away. But in reality, all it does is knock me out and make it harder to wake up. At least this is a pleasant place to pass out. I let the pouch fall and a strange, gargled burp escapes my lips. Oof. When will the luck turn in my favor? When will I prove that I'm as tough as I look, and I can win a damn fight? I have yet to impress anyone - not my leaders, not that damned druggie, not any of the ladies (especially the ones able to kick my ass!).. When will things turn around?
Tag: @[Raeden]
It may not seem like it, but that's a lot of words for me. :P And they came out of nowhere - yay!
Rostislav
more than a drunken fool
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