poison & wine

Subject: poison & wine Fri Jul 31, 2015 7:52 pm



	"Pleasant experiences make life delightful. Painful experiences lead to growth. Pleasant experiences make life delightful, but they don’t lead to growth in themselves. What leads to growth is painful experiences. Suffering points up an area in you where you have not yet grown, where you need to grow and be transformed and change. If you knew how to use that suffering, oh, how you would grow." —Tony de Mello The Kingdom of Knox, Under Western Seas, The Kingdom of Knox, Under Western Seas, "Sylas you can't go up there. Those humans will kill you." "I have to get Acel back, we've waited long enough." "But you're—" "There's always another heir." Sylas gripped the bottle of the potion he'd gotten from the Sea Witch, the effects would take place the moment he consumed it. However, the more time he wasted arguing with his father, the less time he had to go up, find his brother, bring him back home. After all, it's been Acel who'd wanted to "taste" the life of mortality. But it wasn't all, he'd wanted freedom. No one could deny it everyone knew that. "Don't come after me, father, you have a kingdom to lead, I'll track him down and return him here." The King sighed, shook his head, his hold on the trident tightened until his knuckles blanched. "I trust you, it's your idiot brother I don’t trust." Sylas chuckled, bowed once more, "He will be heavily reprimanded for such indiscretion." "He's putting us all in danger, there'll be more than a mere reprimand, I might even disown the bastard." "Father, it's nearly dawn." After a long and hard stare, in deep contemplation he glanced up and met Sylas' eyes. They were dark with a reluctant acceptance. "If you don’t return within a fortnight, I will send other Mere after you. Can’t have both my sons missing.” Halfway to land. Sylas uncapped the bottle and downed the potion in one go. The liquid sweet on his tongue, almost warm and smooth. At first there was no sign of an effect. Then his stomach rumbled and squeezed. Bile surged up his throat. He couldn’t let up or the transformation would fail. He held it back. Pain tore through his head. A sudden heat coursed through his veins and his chest tightened. His pulse rioted and for a moment suspension. Then scales fell in chunks off the expanse of muscle where his tail used to be. Muscle forming and reshaping, bones cracked, and his tail jerked in an odd motion. Frankly, the sight terrified him, worse than the sheer agony. This was it, the change. The once comforting and familiar waters seemed to overwhelm him. His eyes hurt like the time when the Sting Ray punctured his side for messing with it. He'd learned his lesson the hard way. It was like his senses had heightened in some ways while others dulled. The water engulfed, suffocating. Caught by the waves he swam hard. Instead of the quick propulsion by the swift flick of his tail. Dual limbs parted, similar in movement. Although lacked the full range of motion he'd grown accustomed to. With the last vestiges of his strength, he pushed to break the surface. Minutes. Hours. How could he tell? All was silent. Still. Then the squalls of seagulls ripped through the air. Sylas woke tail-less, sprawled on the sand. Vision slightly unfocused it was enough to make out legs and feet. New joints, strange forms, muscles he'd have to retrain. "..." No sound. Oh, the Sea Witch mentioned he'd not only lose his tail, but his voice as well. Talk about strokes of misfortune. The few people he'd come across shrieked and took off, despite his efforts to communicate his misguided status. Sure he'd gotten passed the first step: obtaining a means of transport about on land, but the Sea Witch had left him entirely in the dark about human customs. Howfoolish he'd been to think just popping up onto land was ever going to be easy. She'd also said he'd need a human's life-energy if he were to walk or speak on his own. Pain throbbed his newly given legs, they collapsed every other step. Where was the strength he'd built up over the years with his majestic tail? Where was the confidence he'd worn like a robe? He'd become less than helpful in this search, more like useless. After trying and failing to get anyone to help him, he wondered near the shoreline, wood left in a pile, it smelled incredibly acrid. But felt soothing to his bare flesh. Palms out he inched closer to the source of such warmth and hunched up his shoulders. Whatever this was it felt so good. He reached out and immediately drew back his hand. Heat can warm the flesh but burn as well. He reveled in it.
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Subject: Re: poison & wine Mon Sep 21, 2015 5:22 pm

[[[ I CLAIM! I didn't see this previously. So MINE. I will post later today when I'm off work. =) ]]]

Subject: Re: poison & wine Mon Sep 21, 2015 7:11 pm

{{IS that so? I'm glad to hear it lol. Can't wait to start, and yeah take your time no rush and have fun. I look forward to it. }}

Subject: Re: poison & wine Tue Sep 22, 2015 11:47 am

[[[ What time frame do you want this set in? Present, or past/fantasy style? Just wondering how I should mold my character to fit the setting you have in mind ]]]

Subject: Re: poison & wine Sun Sep 27, 2015 4:22 pm

[[I really like the Modern era, think, modern fey series, Holly Black lol. The Supernatural hiding within plain sight if that helps lol. ]]

Subject: Re: poison & wine Tue Oct 06, 2015 12:11 pm

((Sounds good to me!))

Subject: Re: poison & wine Sun Oct 11, 2015 1:46 am

〔Awesome. Ready to roll whenever you are.〕