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02-25-2016, 02:30 AM
Ivezho was not particularly gifted.
At least, he didn't think he was. Son of the Ascended Wildfire, the Transcended Sohalia, he felt.. Inadequate. Insufficient. Unworthy.
It was not the first time he had felt this way - it had been a constant theme, a foundation thought, varied only by Ivezho's interactions with others, and whether those interactions proved positive or not.
Recent interactions had not been positive.
The weight of grief seemed to dim the light that permeated from his form, the shock of what had happened to his brother, his nephews causing his expression to remain vacant, empty. Ivezho was hollow, a vessel without a purpose, a ship cast to sea without an anchor. He did not venture immediately south to his home from the Grove, instead, he ventured to the next most similar thing to the fires of his home - the fiery pit of Helovia's Heart.
The lava made his own magic near-invisible, unnoticeable, unremarkable (much like the stallion behind the magic, he thought dourly). Ivezho nearly felt like flying directly into the Heart, letting the heat and the lava consume him - but he didn't, for that wouldn't achieve anything useful. There had been enough death in his life thus far - he would live, for there were enough walking zombies existing in this world as it is.
But he couldn't deny that the thoughts were there. That the feelings of hopelessness and sheer depression swallowed him up. He hoped they would pass - somewhere within, he knew they would - but right now, they were his existence.
He barely noticed the mares. Or, rather, the mare and the dragon. He was walking, determinedly ignorant to the world around him - he almost tripped over the strange thing and its canister of fire before stopping, and raising his emerald pools to consider all that around him.
"Sorry," he mumbled, nodding to the mares before back-tracking a couple of steps, finding himself amongst the (currently small, surely gathering) crowd of others, apparently drawn in by this thing's presence.
Wishlist: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=17894
Seeking:
Superheat: Fire | Ivezho can superheat his body to 300 degrees celcius without suffering burns to himself, but will burn anything he touches.
Restrictions: Can only maintain superheated temperature for 5 seconds, once per thread.
No prior refusals.
At least, he didn't think he was. Son of the Ascended Wildfire, the Transcended Sohalia, he felt.. Inadequate. Insufficient. Unworthy.
It was not the first time he had felt this way - it had been a constant theme, a foundation thought, varied only by Ivezho's interactions with others, and whether those interactions proved positive or not.
Recent interactions had not been positive.
The weight of grief seemed to dim the light that permeated from his form, the shock of what had happened to his brother, his nephews causing his expression to remain vacant, empty. Ivezho was hollow, a vessel without a purpose, a ship cast to sea without an anchor. He did not venture immediately south to his home from the Grove, instead, he ventured to the next most similar thing to the fires of his home - the fiery pit of Helovia's Heart.
The lava made his own magic near-invisible, unnoticeable, unremarkable (much like the stallion behind the magic, he thought dourly). Ivezho nearly felt like flying directly into the Heart, letting the heat and the lava consume him - but he didn't, for that wouldn't achieve anything useful. There had been enough death in his life thus far - he would live, for there were enough walking zombies existing in this world as it is.
But he couldn't deny that the thoughts were there. That the feelings of hopelessness and sheer depression swallowed him up. He hoped they would pass - somewhere within, he knew they would - but right now, they were his existence.
He barely noticed the mares. Or, rather, the mare and the dragon. He was walking, determinedly ignorant to the world around him - he almost tripped over the strange thing and its canister of fire before stopping, and raising his emerald pools to consider all that around him.
"Sorry," he mumbled, nodding to the mares before back-tracking a couple of steps, finding himself amongst the (currently small, surely gathering) crowd of others, apparently drawn in by this thing's presence.
Wishlist: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=17894
Seeking:
Superheat: Fire | Ivezho can superheat his body to 300 degrees celcius without suffering burns to himself, but will burn anything he touches.
Restrictions: Can only maintain superheated temperature for 5 seconds, once per thread.
No prior refusals.
please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts
I write what I feel at the time
and hope everyone else does the same c:
