Isolate and Medicate

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Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger RedGod

11-26-2014, 06:51 PM

Direct continuation of the Herd Meeting thread, HERE

Torleik the Bloodskald

Take what you can and leave me to the wolves

Gingerly, the dual-horned stallion immersed his muscular form in the steaming liquid of the hot springs, relishing the heat and the analgesic effect it offered. It was...distracting, at least.

Distracting from all his emotions.

All this bullshit.

The god who'd fucked and knocked up the woman he...wanted...had just popped in and made her lead not long after he'd brought Ophelia in. Just like that. Why the fuck was she so special to the damn gods?

Why was he not?

His heart held so much reverence for them! All of them! He would do his best to be what they commanded, do what they decreed - but no! He was shunned at every conceivable opportunity! Angrily dunking his head under the water, Torleik snapped it back up and glared sullenly at some rocks nearby.

The stallion felt his posture slumping and his eyes cast themselves down to the bubbling water. This was it, then. He was lacking. Everyone seemed to notice it but he.

Why?

What was so flawed in him that he could not find love or respect in this place?

Irelyn cautiously landed by the water, owlish eyes observing with a mixture of desire and fascination. Her bird-like nature wished to bathe with her companion and her particular feline constitution was enthralled by this liquid. With a quiet little skrree! the owl-griffin flung herself into the hot spring for only a few seconds, almost immediately scrambling back out to preen her feathers.

But she couldn't, because Torleik's emotional turmoil was making it hard for her to stay calm, and the molten fire that laced her edges spluttered up and flared every now and then. With each small explosion of fire, her bonded flinched and Irelyn felt...horrible that her very nature caused him such pain. She tried to get close but his flinching got worse and though his eyes were apologetic, the stallion moved back slightly.

'No be scared...I love...?' she said sadly, her words a confused query.

"I love you, too, Irelyn," the Bloodskald murmured, "I'm...it's the fire. Not you, love. Not you." Even his bonded could not be near him like this.

He was broken.

"talk talk talk"

@[Ophelia]

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