Veteran’s Plateau Altar
Bodyguard
Bloodletter
10-29-2022, 11:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-04-2023, 05:42 PM by Nyx. Edited 2 times in total.)
After his last visit to the statue of the proud warrior out amongst the ancient battlefield, Saracyn’s sleep had been blessed with vivid dreams and visions of himself standing amongst a field of corpses, enemies slain by his claws and teeth and sword. The ground was dyed crimson with the blood of the unworthy opponents felled by him, and when he gazed around at the broken bodies, a triumphant pride swelled within his heart. He awoke, knowing these prophetic visions were the doing of the entity he had offered his lifeblood to. He also knew that it meant he still had more to offer. The god had chosen him and he had to make himself worthy of the deity.
Striding across the battle-scarred wasteland, the Mendacium prince approached the statue once more, its eyes at a glance appearing blood red, but when he looked again only stone stared back at him. The cat that had praised him for his offering before bid him be careful with his offering, a sober look on its face. Sara nodded to the familiar, then looked about the statue. Many had offered weapons, some armor or clothing. One highly creative individual had even seemed to like his original offering, as a small spot of fresh blood was on the statue's base. Glancing up, he noticed the ragged end of an ear left behind.
Saracyn huffed in disappointment and shook his head. Half an ear? That was the best the others could offer? Looking up into the statue's emotionless eyes, the red prince extended the smooth-edged blade from his bracer and reclined onto his haunches to steady himself. There was no fear nor apprehension in the prince's eyes as he slid the blade between the digits of his opposite paw, feeling the sharp edge of cold steel against the flesh of his middle toe. "You deserve better than a piece of an ear," he spoke, then looked up to the entity's carved face with impassive, solemn reverence. "For blood and glory." Saracyn pressed his weight down on his paw and felt the steel cut straight through flesh and bone as it was sliced at the knuckle. Searing pain flashed through his paw, stabbing into his brain and causing his glowing marking to burst into bright light, but the prince clenched his jaw and steeled his gaze, not looking away from his god as warm blood seeped from the severed toe to pool onto the statue's base. Focusing on keeping his breathing even and measured, Sara sheathed his dagger once more and lifted his amputated digit, placing it closer to the paws of the entity.
Still holding his expression hard and neutral to prevent any signs of pain or weakness from showing, Saracyn grit his teeth and lifted his paw to inspect the fresh wound, watching blood seep down over his paw and foreleg from the stump where his toe had once been. Sharp cerulean eyes looked down to the somber tabby once more, nodding to the feline and other familiars tending to the shrine. Then he rose and stepped away from the statue, leaving a spattered trail of blood in his wake as he left to build a fire so he could cauterize his wound.
"Saracyn Mendacium"
Striding across the battle-scarred wasteland, the Mendacium prince approached the statue once more, its eyes at a glance appearing blood red, but when he looked again only stone stared back at him. The cat that had praised him for his offering before bid him be careful with his offering, a sober look on its face. Sara nodded to the familiar, then looked about the statue. Many had offered weapons, some armor or clothing. One highly creative individual had even seemed to like his original offering, as a small spot of fresh blood was on the statue's base. Glancing up, he noticed the ragged end of an ear left behind.
Saracyn huffed in disappointment and shook his head. Half an ear? That was the best the others could offer? Looking up into the statue's emotionless eyes, the red prince extended the smooth-edged blade from his bracer and reclined onto his haunches to steady himself. There was no fear nor apprehension in the prince's eyes as he slid the blade between the digits of his opposite paw, feeling the sharp edge of cold steel against the flesh of his middle toe. "You deserve better than a piece of an ear," he spoke, then looked up to the entity's carved face with impassive, solemn reverence. "For blood and glory." Saracyn pressed his weight down on his paw and felt the steel cut straight through flesh and bone as it was sliced at the knuckle. Searing pain flashed through his paw, stabbing into his brain and causing his glowing marking to burst into bright light, but the prince clenched his jaw and steeled his gaze, not looking away from his god as warm blood seeped from the severed toe to pool onto the statue's base. Focusing on keeping his breathing even and measured, Sara sheathed his dagger once more and lifted his amputated digit, placing it closer to the paws of the entity.
Still holding his expression hard and neutral to prevent any signs of pain or weakness from showing, Saracyn grit his teeth and lifted his paw to inspect the fresh wound, watching blood seep down over his paw and foreleg from the stump where his toe had once been. Sharp cerulean eyes looked down to the somber tabby once more, nodding to the feline and other familiars tending to the shrine. Then he rose and stepped away from the statue, leaving a spattered trail of blood in his wake as he left to build a fire so he could cauterize his wound.
NPC:
As you start to pull at your toe, a little rumble goes up from a few of the familiars but they are quickly told not to make decisions for anyone else. You push it from your mind as you work through the pain and eventually present your offering to the altar. The taste of your own blood still fresh on your lips. As you look up at the statue a low humming fills the air, and you watch with horror as the red glowing eyes swing down to look directly down at you.
But they are not eyes, four of the largest fireflies you’ve ever seen fly from the stone sockets and latch themselves onto your legs before you can more, one for each. Your head swivels to try and pull one of the flies off but before you can get too close you feel something… You are being lifted off the ground, each fly’s wings are working overtime and you find your paws leaving the ground, your weight swinging you upside down and you panic, tucking your head so it doesn’t hit the ground, but already you are too high above it.
You crane your neck, trying to figure out if they are taking you anywhere, or if they’re just lifting you up. But there’s a pain in your hips and shoulders, and you realize with a start the flies aren’t lifting you, just your legs. With an almost comical pop, though it’s hard to even notice it with the suddenly surge of pain, all four of your legs come free of their sockets and you fall back to the ground. You hit the stone with a sickening crunch and your instinct to flee kicks in, but you can’t run, you can only wriggle around on the hard stone.
You open your mouth to scream when you realize you are standing where you were a moment before, whole of body, excepting the toe of course. Your heart is racing and you jump when you feel the tabby brushing against your leg, it looks up at you and then down at your still bleeding paw. “Do not forget to value things while you have them, don’t be in such a rush to prove yourself to your own detriment.” It says and nods to the pouch hanging from your neck, as if to say that is payment for your pain, for your fear. You swallow hard and decide it’s better to get out of here.
You have received:
A Regular shaped marking pass
Staff: Used for Prezzies for Players 2022 - nyx
Warning: Saracyn is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
Saracyn's designated wolf to protect as a Bodyguard is Avacyn. She may enter his threads not marked as Private.
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