08-18-2018, 11:49 AM
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jikai 'toji' horrel -- male - witchling - 21 - homosexual polyromantic - attack in [color=#FFD700]#FFD700 & tag [member=1929]jikai ![/member] - speech/thought in #151B54
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the young witchling had outdone himself in the last few days, catching the eye of a few of the san creado citizens, keeping himself calm and collected even when under the eyes of the community wondering who the hell he was. it had been a few days since he joined them, approximately ten days since he had met two of the inhabitants, rialto and alex. not that he cared about them, the town just seemed quiet. and there was a reason of course, a majority of the folk were nocturnal and trusted the day-dwellers to not attack them while they slept.
he hated the feeling of being kept like cattle, even in a rhetorical sense. expecting the nocturnal inhabitants to not chew on him while he slept was hard, and it came at several sleepless nights where he might nap in the day.
maybe the exhaustion had built upon him, and his desire to set up shop immediately had drawn his energy out. he felt sluggish and slow, but he had already made fast friends from some normal day-dwelling beings. from these friendships he had received requests and commissions, as well as others asking him for help with things like building. he had fixed up an older building he had found, starting on the outside to make it habitable.
the corner of the smaller storehouse that he had taken over was filled with wood and netting, where he had quickly made himself a small nest where he settled in nightly into a groove. some of the other inhabitants had noticed his budding creative building skills.
he had gotten a request recently to replace the siding and roof of an older building, to gut it and make it livable, even if it was old and falling apart. he had taken the challenge of course, given himself something to do other than do nothing.
and so, here he was, beginning to scale the building up to the top to work on that part of the siding. he paused, feeling the building trembling and swaying. his heart leapt into his throat as the telling rumble encased his hearing, the old gaunt building leaning and leaning before it gave out. this building was a two-story, built upon slight stilts in case of the sea reaching so far inland. the building had given in on his side, capturing him below and within it. his howl of pain cut through the rattle of settling rubble.
for him, he didn't remember much more than the pain lancing through his entirety, just the pain. everything else was lost to him, he was in so much pain. after a while of shouting himself hoarse for help and losing his awareness to panic, his mind began to slow as he felt his body fall into shock. at the edges of his senses he felt his faithful and loving pet, xiaoxiao writhing in their bed at home, the little ball python upset as she sensed her master's accident. he could feel her flee their home to either find him or find help. it felt as if he left his body at this time, seeing himself trapped under the rubble and reaching out for anything, anybody, with the mental capacity to help!
jikai 'toji' horrel -- male - witchling - 21 - homosexual polyromantic - attack in [color=#FFD700]#FFD700 & tag [member=1929]jikai ![/member] - speech/thought in #151B54
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the young witchling had outdone himself in the last few days, catching the eye of a few of the san creado citizens, keeping himself calm and collected even when under the eyes of the community wondering who the hell he was. it had been a few days since he joined them, approximately ten days since he had met two of the inhabitants, rialto and alex. not that he cared about them, the town just seemed quiet. and there was a reason of course, a majority of the folk were nocturnal and trusted the day-dwellers to not attack them while they slept.
he hated the feeling of being kept like cattle, even in a rhetorical sense. expecting the nocturnal inhabitants to not chew on him while he slept was hard, and it came at several sleepless nights where he might nap in the day.
maybe the exhaustion had built upon him, and his desire to set up shop immediately had drawn his energy out. he felt sluggish and slow, but he had already made fast friends from some normal day-dwelling beings. from these friendships he had received requests and commissions, as well as others asking him for help with things like building. he had fixed up an older building he had found, starting on the outside to make it habitable.
the corner of the smaller storehouse that he had taken over was filled with wood and netting, where he had quickly made himself a small nest where he settled in nightly into a groove. some of the other inhabitants had noticed his budding creative building skills.
he had gotten a request recently to replace the siding and roof of an older building, to gut it and make it livable, even if it was old and falling apart. he had taken the challenge of course, given himself something to do other than do nothing.
and so, here he was, beginning to scale the building up to the top to work on that part of the siding. he paused, feeling the building trembling and swaying. his heart leapt into his throat as the telling rumble encased his hearing, the old gaunt building leaning and leaning before it gave out. this building was a two-story, built upon slight stilts in case of the sea reaching so far inland. the building had given in on his side, capturing him below and within it. his howl of pain cut through the rattle of settling rubble.
for him, he didn't remember much more than the pain lancing through his entirety, just the pain. everything else was lost to him, he was in so much pain. after a while of shouting himself hoarse for help and losing his awareness to panic, his mind began to slow as he felt his body fall into shock. at the edges of his senses he felt his faithful and loving pet, xiaoxiao writhing in their bed at home, the little ball python upset as she sensed her master's accident. he could feel her flee their home to either find him or find help. it felt as if he left his body at this time, seeing himself trapped under the rubble and reaching out for anything, anybody, with the mental capacity to help!