DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
The rain flickered down, down, down, in soft whispers, in the cascades over scars, in the maelstrom, in the dream. The droplets cascaded over his scalp and brows, gentle and familiar, elements of another time and place, another world, in juxtapositions of peace and repose. Subtle nuances traced over his form, whispers in the dark. You cannot build a home in people, it spoke, wrapped and enveloped over his ears, and he nodded in his sleep, like he understood, turning into the subtle showers. Just like he’d always done – never looking away. They change too much. They grow. They wither. Soft and hushed, a pulse, a pull, of other things he’d lost; mere shadows and ghosts, wraiths and phantoms, figments he failed to protect and heal and persuade.
I tried he wanted to scream in the midst of the decaying reaches, on the ashes left in his wake. The rain didn’t subside, didn’t retreat, but flickered on the end of his nose and on his cheeks, faint and dulcet; I know they called back. You tried so hard. Light and feathery, wisps of nothingness pervaded his soul, and he didn’t want to awaken, knowing it wouldn’t be there – none of it. Eventually the dream eased away too, and the encroaching anguish returned, eyelids lifting to see the wall he stared upon within the Infirmary, strange and unfamiliar, save for the amount of stone, save for something in the back of his mind, a scratching of caves and refugee wares. A shudder maneuvered through him, caught in the throes of another feverish pitch, and he curled further, a contortion of warmth required, for fire and brimstone, for hell and damnation. Delirium seared, bit, infused, until he shifted to stare out at the other occupants, at the realm he found himself within – Zuriel at some point managing to sneak in, curled below the bed, perhaps suddenly driven by sedition too. The Sword felt hollow and empty, bereft and wild, and remained very still for a moment, like that of a predator waiting its favored ambush; piercing, frenetic, restless gaze sliding over every inch of the domicile. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace |
[se] when another is gone
for Noah |
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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 74 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
09-23-2020, 09:53 PM
the Forsaken
Hunter ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo Level: 10 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 49 - Endr: 53 - Luck: 49 - Int: 1 EIRA - Mythical - Griffin (Venom) VI’ADORE - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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10-03-2020, 12:44 PM
every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before Noah's days were too long. Too long and too busy. He couldn't remember the last time he had sat down for a meal, or had a conversation with Delphine. His days were spent out on the tundra and the frozen sea. He hunted and fished and trapped until he had enough food to bring back for those that were sick, and the families he provided for that seemed to be losing more and more members each turn of the season. When he wasn't doing that, he was moving about Snowcloak, listening to the residents of the frozen hellscape give their complaints or ideas or wonderings about this place. It was his job in the government, to hear the people and be a liaison for them to Morgan. The later part of that job was lacking -- he couldn't remember his last conversation with the wild-haired Warden that was more than in passing.
These things would need to change. Noah knew that. It was just the practical steps of making it happen that he struggled with.
As he moved to the Infirmary with a bagful of dried seal meat, he thought it all over. He did more than mull over what needed to happen--he wrestled with it. He wrestled more with his thoughts now than he ever did. His heart pulled in all different ways, his soul sinking its teeth into too many places. Delphine here. Hunting there. The people of Halo over there. It all tugged and tugged and tugged and Noah couldn't remember how to be good through it all. The bag came down off his shoulder as he slumped it over a table. With a long, drawn out breath he silences his warring thoughts for the time being, and divvied up rations for the patients in the infirmary. Glacier eyes looked around for Loren, but he was nowhere to be seen. The hunter spent time moving about the people--not as many as he thought were here--and gave them their dried meats. It was easy and good on the stomach, and he hoped it would help give them some strength back. When he stumbled upon a stranger, Noah hesitated a moment before sitting in a chair beside his cot. "Here," Noah almost-whispered, voice as gentle as he could muster, as he extended his hand out with a bowl of dried meat. NOAH the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 74 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
10-03-2020, 06:27 PM
the Forsaken
Hunter ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo Level: 10 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 49 - Endr: 53 - Luck: 49 - Int: 1 EIRA - Mythical - Griffin (Venom) VI’ADORE - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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10-04-2020, 02:45 PM
every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before Noah was talented at being observant. He noticed how, even through the delirium that the sickness caused this man, there was still a sense of cold, raw power about him. Even as he reached out for his companion--whom Noah was thankful to for not striking out in protection of her bonded-- there was a strength to his hand and his grip that the sickness could not kill, could not destroy. Scars littered here and there and behind his dark hair and icy eyes, Noah knew there was war. So how did he end up here, sick, in their infirmary?
When the man finally gave him some sort of recognition, even if it was a little off due to the sickness that held him, Noah settled back in his chair. "You're welcome." He nodded, resting his now-empty hands in his lap. His glacier eyes moved off of the man for a moment. He looked about the rest of the hall, across the beds. He knew Delphine to be spending her hours between this place and their home, helping in all of the ways that she could. When he didn't see the movement of her body, or the brush of her golden hair anywhere, he turned his gaze back down to the dark-haired warrior. "I'm Noah." He offered his name but no hand outwards with it. He wasn't yet sure what contracted the illness, but he laced his fingers together in his lap to protect himself from the touch of the man either way. NOAH the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 74 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
10-04-2020, 07:43 PM
the Forsaken
Hunter ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo Level: 10 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 49 - Endr: 53 - Luck: 49 - Int: 1 EIRA - Mythical - Griffin (Venom) VI’ADORE - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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10-17-2020, 02:31 PM
every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before While Noah would feel completely satisfied to sit in silence, had he known this man, he was a stranger and he chose to sit down. Surely, his body willed the action for some reason. This Deimos was not the only one Noah fed, but he was the only one who's bedside he sat at. Watching him eat, Noah leaned back in the chair some and let his hands fall into his lap. While he had not reached out his hand to shake the other man's in greeting, he did extend his hand to accept the empty bowl from the stranger should it be given. "How did you fall ill?" Noah asked, his voice a curious but gentle tone reverberating towards the warlord. Noah had lots of questions, really, but he thought it best not to overwhelm the stranger and start asking questions slowly. If he wouldn't answer, or wasn't able to answer, Noah would merely move on. There was no real need to press the stranger on if he wouldn't be willing to talk with the hunter. Although...Noah did really want to know why, or how, this man got sick, and what was causing the other people around them to fall to the same illness. NOAH the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 74 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
10-17-2020, 05:40 PM
the Forsaken
Hunter ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo Level: 10 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 49 - Endr: 53 - Luck: 49 - Int: 1 EIRA - Mythical - Griffin (Venom) VI’ADORE - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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10-17-2020, 09:16 PM
every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before Noah took the bowl from the man as he seemed to drift in and out of a haze. Noah watched with calm, though growing concerned, ice-blue eyes. It was something the two of them shared -- glacier eyes in color and composition. Solid, cold, scrutinizing. Noah couldn't help but notice it even with the sickness looming over the warlord. Deimos moved like time had slowed down around him, and the answer to his question mixed with the way he was made Noah uneasy. The hunter stood, moving to place the bowl on a high counter near Deimos' cot. The ill man's next words almost missed Noah completely, but he caught the tail end of the request.
The hunter moved about the infirmary quickly, but not frantically. He didn't really know where he could find something for the warrior to drink, but he was going to try. He fumbled in cupboards and looked at the labels of tonic and different medicines until he came upon something that the man could actually drink: liquor. It was clear and when the hunter popped the cork, it smelled strong. He bit the inside of his cheek as he thought about it for a moment, but finally decided that if it didn't do anything else helpful it might at least help the man sleep. Pouring some of it into the bowl he had given the dried luxure in before, Noah turned back towards Deimos' cot. "Oh!" He exclaimed, though quite quietly, before rushing back over to the man's side and pushing him more upright without a second thought. "Here," He said, extending the bowl with the clear liquor in it. "How else do you feel? What else do you feel?" If there was anything else the hunter could do for him, he wanted to do it. NOAH the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 74 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
10-17-2020, 10:23 PM
the Forsaken
Hunter ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo Level: 10 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 49 - Endr: 53 - Luck: 49 - Int: 1 EIRA - Mythical - Griffin (Venom) VI’ADORE - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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10-19-2020, 03:32 PM
NOAH An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything We thought came from the heart Once the warlord was steadied, as best as he could be in this state, Noah took a step back but crouched to be back to eye-level with him. He took the bowl and seemed to savor the taste of the burning liquor. Noah nodded in regards to Deimos displaying his thankfulness. Meanwhile, he rocked back on his heels some and rested his forearms on his knees. He listened well, taking everything to memory that the Sword shared. It didn't entirely make sense to the hunter, but it seemed that above all else the patients of this infirmary, overcome by this sickness, were delirious and delusional. Therefor, Noah simply nodded and listened.
He lifted his eyebrows as Deimos extended his hand, turning it over as flames lifted. He knew the look in the eyes. His brother, Zeke, often looked at him in that same way. When they were children, doing something that their parents should not know about--for, surely, they would forbid it--Zeke would lift a brow, smirk, and carry on. Noah usually kept his lips sealed, and joined in. Even now, as the Sword let the flames dance over his palm but said the Warden and the Agriculture chief told him no fire, Noah let him have his moment. Then, standing back up, Noah lifted his palm towards Deimos as if to indicate to let the fire die. The hunter had no magic to display for him, nothing to match that prowess (at least, he thought), but he could show him what he did have. His human form shifted and curled, bones moving and changing and morphing. Then, at the Sword's bedside, stood a lynx where the hunter once stood. It never did right from the start Just listen to the noises the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 74 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
10-19-2020, 09:44 PM
the Forsaken
Hunter ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo Level: 10 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 49 - Endr: 53 - Luck: 49 - Int: 1 EIRA - Mythical - Griffin (Venom) VI’ADORE - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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11-14-2020, 03:53 PM
NOAH An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything We thought came from the heart Ah, an Attuned came across the bond so clear that it made a spark of happiness start in the lynx's chest. The voice was clearer than the spoken words the Warlord had attempted before. Noah nodded, and turned his body to jump into the chair he had sat on before. Glad to have more of us around. He regarded, watching as the tiger ears sprouted from deep, thick dark locks.
The hunter's ears twitched and he turned his head as a group of young healers walked into the infirmary. They spoke amongst themselves, but were busy checking on the patients that lined the walls. You'd better rest. Good to meet you, Deimos. Noah nodded to the man, and trotted away from the infirmary. It never did right from the start Just listen to the noises | |||||
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