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Metamorphosis (Closed)
The morning came, but Zorion did not want to move from the bed of straw, the quest was a crippling experience for him. The death of the trappers was on his hands. It was his choice to see the clearing; it was his choice that killed the men.
Skilfully navigating the woodland made him over confident, he thought himself invincible, he thought himself strong, he was not.
The life of that “future” was so harsh, and the world he was in now was not so much. That idea that the world was easier almost killed him.
His horsey neighbours sighed loudly. Tell me about it.
He was out of money, that potion did nothing but make his fund vanish, he needed to quest again and soon, he could well survive on rations and jerky, but that’s no way to live. This stable and bed of straw was also no way to live.
Hmmm? Hang on...the thought struck him as odd, he had never had any qualms about living in the stable, ration and jerky was harsh but he never thought himself in need of finer things.
Strangely there was a peculiar drive in his heart, he felt more... emotional, energetic even, like he was younger, the depression and guilt haunted him, yes, but it was not all. He wanted to cry, to scream, he also wanted to rage, to lash out! He wanted more of everything, he hungered, he thirsted, for finer things and power.
What is wrong with me?
Then he noticed it, the change. His skin and his hands was an aqueous blue.
Quickly, he got on to his feet and rushed to the well. He saw his reflection, pale blue hair and now yellow eyes. He rubbed the side of his calf and felt what was there, under his sleeves on his forearms, the same!
Fins!
Zorion realized he had become a Triton, a native of the sea.
He looked at the sky in despair, the change was like a mark, a brand for his action.
The gods will not let me forget what I did.
He wanted to laugh, to laugh bitterly at the path that led him to this point, so he did. even if its silent he laughted
“Ha.ha.ha”
But It was not silent. Sound came out of his lips. A voice... he had a voice!
The shock! He covered his mouth with both his hands, unable to believe it.
For the first time in almost twenty years, his throat made a sound.
So he cried.
Silently in the stable he cried.
[OC: Zorion and Horse |Setting: Scribel City Adventurer's guild stables]
The morning came, but Zorion did not want to move from the bed of straw, the quest was a crippling experience for him. The death of the trappers was on his hands. It was his choice to see the clearing; it was his choice that killed the men.
Skilfully navigating the woodland made him over confident, he thought himself invincible, he thought himself strong, he was not.
The life of that “future” was so harsh, and the world he was in now was not so much. That idea that the world was easier almost killed him.
His horsey neighbours sighed loudly. Tell me about it.
He was out of money, that potion did nothing but make his fund vanish, he needed to quest again and soon, he could well survive on rations and jerky, but that’s no way to live. This stable and bed of straw was also no way to live.
Hmmm? Hang on...the thought struck him as odd, he had never had any qualms about living in the stable, ration and jerky was harsh but he never thought himself in need of finer things.
Strangely there was a peculiar drive in his heart, he felt more... emotional, energetic even, like he was younger, the depression and guilt haunted him, yes, but it was not all. He wanted to cry, to scream, he also wanted to rage, to lash out! He wanted more of everything, he hungered, he thirsted, for finer things and power.
What is wrong with me?
Then he noticed it, the change. His skin and his hands was an aqueous blue.
Quickly, he got on to his feet and rushed to the well. He saw his reflection, pale blue hair and now yellow eyes. He rubbed the side of his calf and felt what was there, under his sleeves on his forearms, the same!
Fins!
Zorion realized he had become a Triton, a native of the sea.
He looked at the sky in despair, the change was like a mark, a brand for his action.
The gods will not let me forget what I did.
He wanted to laugh, to laugh bitterly at the path that led him to this point, so he did. even if its silent he laughted
“Ha.ha.ha”
But It was not silent. Sound came out of his lips. A voice... he had a voice!
The shock! He covered his mouth with both his hands, unable to believe it.
For the first time in almost twenty years, his throat made a sound.
So he cried.
Silently in the stable he cried.
[OC: Zorion and Horse |Setting: Scribel City Adventurer's guild stables]