Another day. Another time in this damn city. Wandering the alley ways, the man, his clothes torn up and layered with caked, dried blood, searched. For what? For whom? Nobody could tell you; this man was moving, much like a ghost, in the area of places, things and beings; that's whom he was, wandering in a sort of fashion that seemed.. extraneous. Almost implausibly shallow. His eyes were empty vessels; blank and unfeeling, it was like the very essence of what made people alive and human was gone. Many had called him a zombie in this state; they were not far off, as the breath was barely perceptible anymore. It was like this male's entire being had given on living, on being. It was empty, cold and dark in his mind.
He had no purpose, as he wandered the alleyways, uncaring of the barely sealed wounds, of the dirty, matted hair. His steps led him to a home; the woman feeding her garden directed the hose at him, spraying his body down, removing all of the dirty that had cloyed onto him. But her nagging voice, telling him to go away, insulting him as a homeless drunk, was almost irritating. And the zombie found himself moving again, not staying in one place for long. Some threw crumbs at him, which he ate; some forcefully sprayed him in water, or stole his clothes, and give him other clothing. Nobody dared to touch the knives, for he would growl then, and act much like a defensive animal; but apart from that, and the pendant he wore around his neck, he was free game.
Some took him into their homes briefly, using his body. Some did whatever they willed; for days, weeks, eons, had the male existed in such a fashion, living not even an inch. Like his entire being, light itself had been stolen out of his eyes, his very soul. And that's how Akira felt; there was nothing more to live life with. There was nothing he wanted to do, could do, or even craved to; even his dreams of finding her were thin. His mind was a heavy fog; only his name, his race and her beautifully sweet face, the face of the one he loved so dearly.
Nothing more; skills he learned in the body were still present, but he couldn't name them. He couldn't even name what town he was in. His entirety of self had been taken away. His aimless wandering brought him to an alley; and once more, he found himself alone, surrounded. And then nobody; they all left when he had no reaction to them. He began to shuffle, wandering once more; or would have, but the shuffle of feet behind him triggered an instinct. Whirling, it was already too life; the shining blade of a knife had lodged itself into him. Surprised, he stumbled backwards, the small youth staring at him in terror. And then they ran, as he held his weight on the wall, breathing heavily.
He stumbled, for the first time seeking the light; not the dark sides of the alleys, but the light of the main way. Tumbling out, he managed to make it almost; and then his body tripped. Catching and rolling, he let out a cry of pain, feeling the blade move. He hoisted his body, in plain view of the main road; but people were scattering from it, trumpets for something or the other. A convoy? Lovely. His hand leaned to grab a fist full of hair; but as it slipped, he removed his hat, which caused the long green strands to fall, almost like early spring leaves in the light. So this is how he would end uh? Not even fighting for a dream, but in some back alley of a town he didn't even know?
Post by LAUREL HYRULE on Oct 27, 2013 22:42:49 GMT
Laurel Hyrule
Laurel was not as daring as her mother. Try as she might, she did not have the confidence to behave as brazenly as Blodwen’s daughter ought to have been – she was, for the most part, lawful to a fault. Now, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but at times she did feel as if it made her…distant. That was something she had no right to be. And so, taking a page from her mother’s book, Laurel would occasionally break her normally rigid internal code and go out among her people without Einnashe, or her uncle, or anyone to accompany her.
She never strayed far. The point wasn’t to escape anything or upset anyone, just to interact with the world on a more personal level than she was used to. It could be so easy when living as luxurious a lifestyle as she lived to forget about those who lived differently. That, and she didn’t much like relying on others’ interpretations in places where she could just as easily use her own eyes. She was thorough that way. Or…paranoid. One of the two – and she liked to think the former.
The princess was out and about now looking the very opposite of princess-ish. Her long brown hair was tied up at the back of her head, but instead of her usual neat braid, there was just a messy ribbon to hold it in place. She was wearing pants for the first time in what felt like a good long while – a recent onslaught of social events had forced her into almost a week of pure fanciness –and a plain white shirt. It was true what her mother said – if no one told her what to wear, she’d leave the house dressed like a farmer’s son.
Today certainly wasn’t supposed to be exciting. It was just a walk. She wanted to see the town and then go back without incident. Laurel certainly didn’t expect to find what she found when she rounded the corner.
It was a man. Honestly, at first, she’d mistaken him for a woman. He spoke, but she couldn’t hear him over the sound of her mother’s convoy. That had to be her mother – she didn’t know of anyone else besides herself that could be passing through at this time, let alone under their banner. As much as she loved her mother, she very rarely knew what the woman was up to. Today, it seemed that the commotion had drawn attention away from this poor fellow.
The poor fellow was bleeding. He has a knife in him – he looked half dead! She had seen this before on many a battlefield, but in the streets of this place? No, she would not stand for it! Usually, whenever she ventured outside, she tried to avoid getting so close to a citizen that they would be able to recognize her face. Today, she didn’t care. They’d likely mistaken her mother’s convoy for hers anyway – they’d not expect her to be here.
“Shh. It’s alright. I’ve got you.” She said quickly, kneeling down beside the man to better inspect the wound. It wasn’t something she could heal, but she knew who could. All that mattered was that he not die on her! “I need you to stay awake. Look at me. I’ll get someone to help!”
There was nothing that could communicate the male's heart to anyone. Nothing of his last will could be sent out. All he wanted was to see Ariadne again; to be back to those days of laughing, and loving. Ruffling cute Kieru's hair; talking to Ariadne's father about his work. To hear about their third sister, to hear about the family, and the times they shared. He wanted to hear about everything; he wanted to know it all again. Those beautiful, soft peaceful days; the ones where he had been truly happy, had now faded to something like darkness. Faded to this broken, shattered instance of a dream; to something like a nightmare actually. What dream? What aspirations? There was nothing left now, nothing but pain.
Letting out a sigh, he just wanted to sleep. If he was going to die, at least he would do it peacefully; even though he was angry, even though he wanted to break things; he would go peacefully. Except, he couldn't help but hold a wish; a single, soft wish, that budded in that very moment. 'By the Great Fairy of Hyrule, I want to live. I will do anything. Anything.' he thought to himself, deep inside. He would; he would acknowledge darkness, become evil itself, and even more so, set things on a wrong path. He would do all of these things and more. The soft sounds of footsteps reached him in that haze, and he smiled to the person. That's when he felt it; soft, gentle hands.
Girlish hands. Soft, gentle hands that just.. spoke to his soul. Or something of the like. He could hear a voice; a soft voice that called to him, that almost begged him. He didn't want to promise anything, to give them hope to have it taken away. Coughing, he took in a breath; and felt the immense pain. ''Ah.. no.. don't worry about me..'' he said softly, gently. He didn't even know who this was; but their kind, gentle soul actually made him feel better. All his life, he had been left out in the cold, beaten. His mother. Ariadne. Those were the only two that cared for him; and now this stranger was the only other one that had even tried.
''Don't.. worry about me.. I'm meant to die.. alone.. so don't dirty your hands.. don't look.. just let me die..'' he said again, his voice halting; he had to explain to this person, that if she cared.. she also would.. he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about what could happen to her because of him. That would wreck him apart on the inside, as he weakly tried to push her away; to tell her no. Don't stay. But he didn't have strength; probably just a red potion and some rest would make him bright as rain again... but he was probably flat broke. After all, he was pretty sure he was robbed. He doesn't remember, in the mist of whatever that daze was.
Don't fall in with me, he wanted to say to this girl. Don't help me; let me die and then attain peace. But he couldn't find the words. He couldn't give up that soft warmth, no matter how much his instinct screamed it would end badly. It just.. hurt. Everything did. And this person was like a light; winking in the darkness that swallowed him, a star up high in the sky. He would follow it out of the dark forest; but he knew it would be blotted out, destroyed by the canopy, when he ventured too deep. And it would cry, it would hurt. He didn't want this girl to feel anything.. so he tried shoving her away.
But he needed it.. so it was only half-hearted. Because he would cling to that soft emotion, and cling to it for dear life. Because it was all that was left for him to do him as of now.
Woodfall Rises is an au legend of Zelda RP
the current skin was made by Rozie. with the exception of the miniprofile which was
created by RITZ! Codes seen and used were taken from resource sites such as slightly insane, ProBoards
support, and Socal. all images are either from Zerochan or made by original owners.
