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Hasovir
With no hesitation, the acquaintance introduced himself, stepping closer to Hasovir and speaking of his little red creature – or ‘Rakt’ as he said – taking a drink from the water and mentioning the land’s name “Helovia”. It was only a brief amount of information, though Hasovir detected he was getting rather light headed. Perhaps it was overwhelming to speak to someone, perhaps it was the heat. He anticipated a voice to tell him otherwise and opted to sip from the stream as well. Hasovir was feeling very unlike himself and could not seem to put a reasoning on why, yet as long as he was here resting he decided he may as well make use of the arbitrary company. “Ashamin, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” ‘Is it though?’ a voice asked? Hasovir continued, “And Rakt,” he looked down at the companion and nodded in acknowledgement, although he almost felt as if Rakt was a figment of both their imaginations – maybe because he had never seen such a species. Rising his serpentine once again to meet with Ashamin’s height, he introduced himself with his baritone, honeyed voice almost erupting the serene environment but instead it seemed to correspond with the setting. “I am known by Hasovir.” With this he turned his face so that Ashamin was able to see his facial scar that pierced through his eye trailing down to his nostril – as if to say “it means angry scar”.
Hasovir thought about what the painted unicorn said, about wanting a companion in these lands. He wrote it off. Hasovir had been alone long enough to know he did not need a companion… ‘You have us anyways’, another voice. How many were there? These voices dissipated as Ashamin inquired about Hasovir’s time wandering. The million dollar question. Hasovir felt a wave of vertigo flow over him and he suddenly lost balance, leaning towards the left, staggering and then catching himself with a cracked diamond against the edge of the brook. ‘You are an embarrassment!’ hissed one of the voices. He shook his skullpan trying to gain consciousness and grunted, looking over at Ashamin to apologize with his optics. He flicked his lions-tail as if to ask it for balance and found some, planting his pillars in the middle of the brook again. Hasovir found himself looking into Ashamin’s dark twin pools, noting they had a glint of benevolence that Hasovir’s own orbs did not often show. He responded, despite feeling foolish for his moment of unconsciousness. “I have been…” he trailed off, mumbling underneath his breath because the voices all spoke at once and he realized he just needed to continue talking so that they would just shut their opinions up.
Clearing his throat, the white-banded gladiator tried again, “I have been alone for many years now.” There was no emotion behind his words, only the stone-cold truth. He felt no emotion towards himself or the real fact that he was ostracized for doing what he was meant to – in spite of the lives lost. In way that made him a psychopath, but to most, just a militant monster. A voice attempted to mention something but Hasovir continued to speak to Ashamin, “What about yourself? What brings you here?” Hasovir felt his brain pounding, nice and strong, nice and slow. It seemed to join in with his heartbeat. Aside from the headache, he was at ease within his body now, seeing as Ashamin was more curious than precarious and Hasovir received neutral energy from him and his companion, Rakt. Hasovir found himself staring into the ivory colored stone that was encased around Ashamin’s unique horn; it was like this stone was emitting a tranquil energy and Hasovir felt thankful for this – although still envious over Ashamin’s overall appearance.
Hasovir’s brain was thrashing about in his skull now and to make matters worse another strong breeze entered the woods, gusting about at a high temperature. The brute carefully knelt down into the small stream and lowered his cranium so that his large, bongo horns were parallel to the water. He then dipped them down at an angle, allowing the water to wash over his poll, carefully maneuvering so that his nostrils stayed above the water’s surface. Immediately the aching dulled. With a sense of relief he then rose again, the water dripping from his now deeply darkened horns, his face felt cool and overall Hasovir could feel the headache subsiding. The voices had been hushed since Hasovir had decided to speak over them earlier and he hoped that they would stay that way. Feeling like he should have to explain his actions he simply said to Ashamin, “Headaches,” while giving a sluggish shake of his dome. A truncated bellowing from Hasovir’s stomach nudged a hunger pain, leading Hasovir to reply, “It is one thing after another, isn’t it?” He smirked and quickly looked around, catching sight of a tall bunch of yellowing grasses near the water’s edge sprouting in between rocks. He swung his velvets down towards them and ripped them out – root and all – munching on it for an informal snack.
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