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epidemiology2016-01-27 08:44 pm
respired) wrote in epidemiology2016-01-27 08:44 pm
the danger is i'm dangerous
CHARACTERS: Koltira et al
DATE: Jan 27 - onwards
WARNINGS: violence; blood; general gross (dead things and decaying things etc)
SUMMARY: Blood frenzy.
GENERAL PROMPT: THE OUTSKIRTS, NEAR THE WOODS;
[It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts--
It's his only sensible thought, a continuous scream in his mind that never quiets; never stops. He just wants to stop. The pain, the noise, the press of life and energy and movement that surrounds him. His own body. He'd give anything for exhaustion. For sleep. But a death knight was not designed to yield. No matter the depth of his injuries, no matter the blood smeared on his face and armor and across the long curtain of his bone-white hair, he does not fall. No matter the cracks in his armor, his split lip, his wounds. He is relentless, because he has no other choice.
Koltira staggers among the fields that border the woodlands; they are silent, and largely abandoned.
Eventually, he presses into the woods, thinking--thinking nothing, still, really. His mind is static and incoherent whispers and begging. Animals cross his path: a rabbit dances away from him, but a deer is not so quick. He lets Byfrost linger in its belly for too long, watches the corpse rapidly decay into so much meat and slime.
He leans against an oak, and plague seeps from his fingers, steals past the bark and down to the root. The wood begins to hiss and melt beneath his palm.]
[ooc: individual starters are below! the above is a general prompt for encounters in the woods or the outskirts. if you would prefer something else, or even a thread set AFTER this whole mess, let me know. you can grab me on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
runehallow.]
DATE: Jan 27 - onwards
WARNINGS: violence; blood; general gross (dead things and decaying things etc)
SUMMARY: Blood frenzy.
GENERAL PROMPT: THE OUTSKIRTS, NEAR THE WOODS;
[It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts--
It's his only sensible thought, a continuous scream in his mind that never quiets; never stops. He just wants to stop. The pain, the noise, the press of life and energy and movement that surrounds him. His own body. He'd give anything for exhaustion. For sleep. But a death knight was not designed to yield. No matter the depth of his injuries, no matter the blood smeared on his face and armor and across the long curtain of his bone-white hair, he does not fall. No matter the cracks in his armor, his split lip, his wounds. He is relentless, because he has no other choice.
Koltira staggers among the fields that border the woodlands; they are silent, and largely abandoned.
Eventually, he presses into the woods, thinking--thinking nothing, still, really. His mind is static and incoherent whispers and begging. Animals cross his path: a rabbit dances away from him, but a deer is not so quick. He lets Byfrost linger in its belly for too long, watches the corpse rapidly decay into so much meat and slime.
He leans against an oak, and plague seeps from his fingers, steals past the bark and down to the root. The wood begins to hiss and melt beneath his palm.]
[ooc: individual starters are below! the above is a general prompt for encounters in the woods or the outskirts. if you would prefer something else, or even a thread set AFTER this whole mess, let me know. you can grab me on plurk at
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After all, don't they always continue? She does nothing to stop him, finding her body too heavy to move at that point. Rational kept her from taking a swing, again, no matter how angered she was that he dared laid hands on her in such a way.
"You did not listen to me."
Just what was his problem? Why did he behave in such a way? It echoed in Alice's mind, as she wrestled with conflicting feelings as well as reminding herself her friends here wouldn't take too kindly to being hurt. And as well, her dark thoughts and desires were entertaining her madness, something that she didn't need at this point in time.
Still, she would make sure that he would leave, she wanted to see that he was a man of his word and he would leave the city and as he did, Alice could finally take some assurance that he was and continue on her way if nothing happened.
It's how she copes with any traumatizing situation. ]