take off your skin
volatile, a wave of rash emotion consumed the beast. disgust, first and foremost, mingled with heinous self pity and then finally confusion. he had known at the time that it was necessary for him to leave his family for his own safety, but now here he was - alone and nothing to do. he had no purpose, but he needed a purpose. of course he knew his father would be pleased with him being out of the family business, everyone had always wanted a different path for him. it seemed like they finally won out in the end. or at least for now. left without a purpose - left him to sink eventually to violent means. and while he was for violence only when necessary, his boredom often left him no other choice. he had no enemies to eliminate, his desires had been sated for now. of course, he had urges - but he was fully in control of his. a moment was taken to pause a take note of his surroundings before he continued on. wandering aimlessly. no angel present to distract the male from his sinful wishes. " speech " |
Any other child in her predicament would've likely been overwhelmed by sadness, by loneliness, even by anger -- it was hard to not to feel hateful when one's father had been taken as a prisoner. He had left them in the midst of spring, and now winter was fully upon them, and no word had been given. But Ara would not brood for too long on her or her family's misfortunes, but instead she would delve into her chosen profession with all the diligence a girl who was still child could muster.
But the winter was frustrating for the young healer, and she found herself quickly frustrated; not by her father's disappearance, as would be expected, but at the lack of fresh herbs and her own insufficient knowledge. It seemed the meadows and fields had retained little plant life upon winter's arrival, and so she set her sights elsewhere -- to the forests, which she knew were thick with vegetation and life, at least in the spring and summer months. It seemed a reasonable guess, and so she would find the darkness of the woodlands and redirect herself toward the treeline.
As she drew near, the air grew humid and thick with fog that she had not noticed before. The humidity made the air all that much more bitter, and she found herself drawing her head closer to her chest as she walked, her stance guarded and careful. Ara had learned quickly that gathering herbs could be dangerous -- it took her to places like this. The landscape would change as the treeline grew thicker, the flat terrain changing as roots seemed to spring out of the earth all around her, lined with thick moss despite the season. The girl hardly even noticed the presence of another before it was too late to ignore it, and she would swivel around to face the man that stood no more than a few yards away. Silence would reign supreme as she stood, quite uncertain in her stance, unsure what kind of creature he might be.
He hadn't been alone for long before he was soon joined by another. Ammon was always cautious before engaging with others, he liked to know what he was getting into. Dark brows raised as he assessed the girl. His gaze was unforgiving as it swept over her bodice - it offered now apology for being crass. Where he was from women were objectified or just means of passing the bloodline on - once they gained mother status, they also gained respect but that was those in the family. Those outside family weren't privy to the same liberties.
His eyes lingered a few seconds longer before finding her face. He turned away, only showing her his marred side. It was always a thrill to gauge the reactions of shock and sometimes horror when one was to gaze upon his scarred face. He took a few moments to see if she would say anything, before he opened his mouth. It would seem he had no choice but to engage in conversation, she was already so close to him. Ammon didn't want to seem anything less than reserved and courteous. " |