[MEETING] Impar Vita [Part I]
09-10-2018, 03:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-10-2018, 04:08 PM by Astraios I.)
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The purpose of the meeting unfolded not long after his arrival, and his eyes moved in obligation towards the hides that had been cured prior to the day. He supposed he should be feeling something about this point, excitement perhaps, even trepidation towards the unknown. Instead, he simply fell into line on the imperatives set by his leader. If he felt something, it was perhaps the hope that had blossomed ever since Ty had found him. Would this help him gain strength and knowledge to one day take on his nemesis? He could only hope. He held rock-steady still, holding his faithful silence, as Ty bent to tie the blindfold about his head. He had assumed, after spending so much time in his dream-quality wonderings that he would be accustomed to the sensation of not knowing where he was going. It was nothing like he had expected it would. He saw blackness, eyes opened or closed. He kept them closed for the sake of simplicity, holding his body absolutely still when he felt the desire to sway. Bile rose in his mouth as he was reminded of another black night, the worst he had ever experienced and perhaps ever will. There was no rain, no storm, no words of a maniacal murderer as he spoke in honeyed tones that dripped evil intent. No sound of his mother’s voice, crying out for him to run. He swallowed the bile away, his stillness held another moment longer. He could hear the steady sound of Ty’s breathing, and he reached out to that sound with a need he did not realise he could still possess. Ty, who had promised him safety and a home. He listened to that sound in the darkness, until he could unravel his muscles and bones and move once more without fear of falling, or failing. Attuned now to that simple sound, he nosed forward until he could feel as well. The plush sensation of a tail was there when he reached out for it, and he grasped it gently in his mouth. Blind faith, was that the test of today? If he believed in anything anymore, it was Ty and his promise. The sensation of walking without sight left him feeling like he was rolling. The world swam around him, with nothing for him to mentally, sightfully, hold onto. Stones found their way into his pads, but he was numbed to physical pain. Hunger, heat, cold and pain had only strengthened his visions of his mother. He was no stranger to many of the hardships of the world, more than any young pup should understand. The sharper stones that cut his skin, left bloody prints among his tracks. He ignored it all, concentrating only on moving one step after another, the sound of Ty’s breathing fulling his world. A whisper in, a whoosh out, his own breathing timed exactly to that of his guide. They began to descend, the change in angle making the journey more difficult. His breathing began to harsh-out and he lost his timing to Ty’s. his breath began to quicken, the panic returning, rising inside of himself. He could not freeze this time, not here and now. It would be too obvious, show his weakness, his inabilities. He kept walking, one foot in front of the other, he tripped, caught himself, his heart hurting inside his chest, rapid in its beatings. Running through a dark forest was a far cry from today. Branches lashing out against his coat, rain pelting him from above, stinging his eyes, confusing his nose. No, he couldn’t lose himself to the vision. This was different, not the same. Where was the sound of Ty’s breath? There, it was there. He latched onto it, his harsh breathing slowing to match with his guides, he wasn’t quite insync yet, the fear and memories only a beat away. He had to push through it, he was better than this, he was more than the sum of his pain. He caught the timing, breath in, breath out, he was matched to Ty’s once more. His body shook, he needed another moment to still the tremors. They were still descending, he didn’t know how much time had passed. Not much, he didn’t think his pain had stretched out for long.
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Astraios is broken, mostly mute, with a death wish