I need to grow, here I could be, Don't have to do this perfectly
Things hadn't gone quite to plan.
He'd ventured to the shrine in an attempt to seek strength from something bigger than he, something unique to this world, a deity, a spirit, a sign. Well, he'd received a sign alright.
Every movement hurt. Even when shifted, it was as if he could feel the cursed skin blistering, peeling and radiating heat from the magical burn he had earned with his efforts of praying at a shrine. He pushed onwards, the cool air of Halo giving way to the more temperate spring breezes of the Grounds as he made his way through the portal. Shifting once again, he took flight and headed to where he knew he was meeting Deimos today, the barracks that the then-hellhound had shown him that evening he visited before.
Landing with ginger motions, he shifted back to human and stood before the other with a small smile on his face - any bigger and agony would ensue as skin pulled taut and stung like a bitch.
"Deimos," he greeted with a small nod, breathing a slow and carefully measured breath afterwards in an attempt to dissipate the sting his entire body felt from the motion, barely succeeding. He was scorched, second-degree burns bright pink in some areas and deep maroon in others, the skin already giving way to peeling and itching where it folded and creased.
"I went to a shrine," he said with a hint of chagrin, to try and allay any further questions he knew might come from his appearance. "But I'm keen to learn from you, if you'll still have me." He added, to reassure that despite this hurdle, he was an ever-willing student to the man.
He'd ventured to the shrine in an attempt to seek strength from something bigger than he, something unique to this world, a deity, a spirit, a sign. Well, he'd received a sign alright.
Every movement hurt. Even when shifted, it was as if he could feel the cursed skin blistering, peeling and radiating heat from the magical burn he had earned with his efforts of praying at a shrine. He pushed onwards, the cool air of Halo giving way to the more temperate spring breezes of the Grounds as he made his way through the portal. Shifting once again, he took flight and headed to where he knew he was meeting Deimos today, the barracks that the then-hellhound had shown him that evening he visited before.
Landing with ginger motions, he shifted back to human and stood before the other with a small smile on his face - any bigger and agony would ensue as skin pulled taut and stung like a bitch.
"Deimos," he greeted with a small nod, breathing a slow and carefully measured breath afterwards in an attempt to dissipate the sting his entire body felt from the motion, barely succeeding. He was scorched, second-degree burns bright pink in some areas and deep maroon in others, the skin already giving way to peeling and itching where it folded and creased.
"I went to a shrine," he said with a hint of chagrin, to try and allay any further questions he knew might come from his appearance. "But I'm keen to learn from you, if you'll still have me." He added, to reassure that despite this hurdle, he was an ever-willing student to the man.
CHULANE
