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Vengance Rising

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04-02-2016, 09:01 PM





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It began with jealousy. Always did it begin with jealousy. 

It fed ravenously at the heart like the raven in all childhood stories, picking away little by little until it consumed you entirely. Only then did it seep into your lungs and suffocate you. Only then did it spread through your mind and cloud your judgement. It made you irrational, it made you hateful… It made you fat with rage and hungry for more. More. More of anything and everything. It devoured the weak and the strong, and it devoured the innocent. 

What it could not touch, was vengance.

And in the heart of one deceived prince, a seed had sprouted at its core. A single bud reaching for the light, drinking patiently at the life source that sustained him.

Here is where our story begins…

Flakes of icy snow christened an upward facing head, lightly dotting his eyelids like tiny kisses from the gods. He breathed softly, almost inaudibly, for a very long moment. Fynaeon was not particularly a religious man, but he could not deny feeling strangely at ease, even as a cancer gnawed unknowingly at his insides. There was, perhaps, a sense of clarity with him now, assuring him that he was meant to be here, surrounded by ice and trees and silence. Then again, perhaps he was being too hopeful. It had only been a little over a month since his father’s murder. There may be more traveling for him yet; more snowy forests to traverse. It was this realization that helped him refocus. His eyes opened. His head dropped. And his heart hardened.

There is still more left for me to do.

Heavy legs shook the cold from their bones and began to carry him forward. He weaved aimlessly through the trees, following no particular path but south – away from home. Against the snowfall that blanketed the landscape, he likely appeared headless. From the neck up, Fynaeon donned flesh of solid white, broken only by red markings that ran like cracked marble down his face. That, and his eyes… a bright amber-gold that seemed to shine against his skin like a beacon on the horizon. The rest of him consisted of mostly charcoal that rippled over muscle as he walked. Draped over a pair of rigid alabaster horns was hair so soft and so fine that it rivaled even the most beauteous of mares, and long enough to reach the ground with his head hung low. The warrior prince, the Bull, the traitorous son… Fynaeon Vialohrn was a man of dual complexity. Partly white, partly black, and no greys inbetween. A truer sentiment than this could not be made in regards to our wayward soldier.

Tracks in the snow became heavier as he ventured further into the forest. They seemed to even collide in some areas. Fynaeon observed this with quiet reservation, but did not stop to ponder. Instead, he veered off the path and pursued a less traveled route through the trees. Here, vegetation was thicker and the snow packed-in heavier. His movements were louder, but only because he didn’t care. Fynaeon wasn’t trying to move stealthily. If someone had enough curiosity to investigate, the would find him. And he would hear them coming, too.

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ooc | No pretty table yet. buuuuuut I really want to get my rpg game on. :3


Messages In This Thread
Vengance Rising - by Fynaeon - 04-02-2016, 09:01 PM
RE: Vengance Rising - by Erebos - 04-03-2016, 10:09 AM
RE: Vengance Rising - by Fynaeon - 04-03-2016, 02:57 PM
RE: Vengance Rising - by Erebos - 04-03-2016, 03:45 PM

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