TW: Self harm for a god quest task
The shrine to Frey had turned out even more beautiful after the god had invested it and smoothed out the cracks in their disparate elements, but Tal had scowled and turned his back on it as he passed the altar by. His allegiance had been won by a kinder god (and he still smoldered with embarrassment over his ill-fated quest for the god of sex). Instead he had trudged down the path, muddy with Flowerbirth rain and melting snow, to an area with some benches tucked out of the way behind some soothing statuary.
Boreal was, for once, not with him. The dragon had been left at home with Alys and Sascha while Tal pursued his quest for Ludo. Alys knew what he was doing today, but he didn't want to upset his companion with the harm he was choosing to inflict on himself in his pursuit of greater strength.
"Really fuckin' hope this finishes it," he mumbled to himself as he settled gingerly onto one of the benches. He swung one leg up with him and rolled up the cuff of his pants to expose his calf, grimacing as he did so. Light brown skin, currently unblemished greeted his sight as he took his Dagger in hand and took a deep breath.
He closed his eyes until they were barely slitted open, not wanting to watch but needing to aim as he hesitated for a long tense minute before letting out a strangled shout to galvanize himself and sink the blade into his leg, managing a full inch of the steel before his arm jerked to a stop and then yanked the weapon free almost of its own volition.
Suffice to say he activated his Healing ring immediately to staunch the resulting mess, but one charge wasn't enough to repair all of the dagger's poisoned damage.
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The shrine to Frey had turned out even more beautiful after the god had invested it and smoothed out the cracks in their disparate elements, but Tal had scowled and turned his back on it as he passed the altar by. His allegiance had been won by a kinder god (and he still smoldered with embarrassment over his ill-fated quest for the god of sex). Instead he had trudged down the path, muddy with Flowerbirth rain and melting snow, to an area with some benches tucked out of the way behind some soothing statuary.
Boreal was, for once, not with him. The dragon had been left at home with Alys and Sascha while Tal pursued his quest for Ludo. Alys knew what he was doing today, but he didn't want to upset his companion with the harm he was choosing to inflict on himself in his pursuit of greater strength.
"Really fuckin' hope this finishes it," he mumbled to himself as he settled gingerly onto one of the benches. He swung one leg up with him and rolled up the cuff of his pants to expose his calf, grimacing as he did so. Light brown skin, currently unblemished greeted his sight as he took his Dagger in hand and took a deep breath.
He closed his eyes until they were barely slitted open, not wanting to watch but needing to aim as he hesitated for a long tense minute before letting out a strangled shout to galvanize himself and sink the blade into his leg, managing a full inch of the steel before his arm jerked to a stop and then yanked the weapon free almost of its own volition.
Suffice to say he activated his Healing ring immediately to staunch the resulting mess, but one charge wasn't enough to repair all of the dagger's poisoned damage.
