11-03-2018, 05:29 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]It's almost funny how life seems nothing more than an endless cycle working back onto itself. Almost.
For a time he had been one of a select few counted amongst the Necro Mambas, though there was nothing secretive about them it was the work, intricate and difficult leading into the possibility of death if one made a mistake. Handling venomous creatures, poisons and antidotes that may not work, dealing with infection and the possibility of illness transferred in the contact of blood, the life of another within your hands. The stress of it had been crushing, a stone upon bony shoulders unprepared to bear it, but all too proud had he been to allow another to take it. Some aspects had become enjoyable, great had become his respect for the creatures life gave them and their natural defences, the way the body functioned less an unknown though he cared not to see some of it again.
Back open, the curve of spine split though there was nothing clean about the break, the savagery of it all given no plan though the execution was well done. Through pursed lips a breath escaped, whistling as it passed the teeth. Difficult was it to hold such memory, one of few permitted to arise as though something sought only to hurt him. Nothing before that day was present, a childhood lacking much joy but enjoy he sought to take it back, hold memory of her without that.
“Anyun that wants ta heal get yer fuckin asses over 'ere,” voice rose in a sudden call, the darkly toned bengal sitting close by the open observatory doors. Easier was it to do this in the open with the light of the afternoon sun upon him, the suffocating space of the building all too much when his mind raced already, wanted to call this all off. He had no want to do this but had seen the need for it, the clear lack of healers, at least within official capacity, likely to bring only ruin. Halfhearted had been his offer and yet Agathe had taken him up on it, though there had been no enthusiasm behind her words.
“Chief gave me the go ahead ta set this up so don' fuckin say nutin. Adults ya know da drill, hold a lesson, demonstrate, anytin, but it ain' gonna be enough ta just host a lesson, sumone is injured I wanna see your ass there 'elpin, show me ya have a level head an know what ya talkin about. Kids ya with me, I'll hold a private lesson wit ya, see what ya know an how quickly ya pick up on things, basics only a course.” Though panic touched the thoughts swirling within his head there was nothing to show such upon the rigid set of his expression, the single dark eye focused straight ahead. He remembered his own trial, scampering about the island in search of distinct herbs he had to put name and use to, a task he had done poorly at but his aunt had seen something in him. Time had proven her wrong on such, just as it had taken her from them.
For a time he had been one of a select few counted amongst the Necro Mambas, though there was nothing secretive about them it was the work, intricate and difficult leading into the possibility of death if one made a mistake. Handling venomous creatures, poisons and antidotes that may not work, dealing with infection and the possibility of illness transferred in the contact of blood, the life of another within your hands. The stress of it had been crushing, a stone upon bony shoulders unprepared to bear it, but all too proud had he been to allow another to take it. Some aspects had become enjoyable, great had become his respect for the creatures life gave them and their natural defences, the way the body functioned less an unknown though he cared not to see some of it again.
Back open, the curve of spine split though there was nothing clean about the break, the savagery of it all given no plan though the execution was well done. Through pursed lips a breath escaped, whistling as it passed the teeth. Difficult was it to hold such memory, one of few permitted to arise as though something sought only to hurt him. Nothing before that day was present, a childhood lacking much joy but enjoy he sought to take it back, hold memory of her without that.
“Anyun that wants ta heal get yer fuckin asses over 'ere,” voice rose in a sudden call, the darkly toned bengal sitting close by the open observatory doors. Easier was it to do this in the open with the light of the afternoon sun upon him, the suffocating space of the building all too much when his mind raced already, wanted to call this all off. He had no want to do this but had seen the need for it, the clear lack of healers, at least within official capacity, likely to bring only ruin. Halfhearted had been his offer and yet Agathe had taken him up on it, though there had been no enthusiasm behind her words.
“Chief gave me the go ahead ta set this up so don' fuckin say nutin. Adults ya know da drill, hold a lesson, demonstrate, anytin, but it ain' gonna be enough ta just host a lesson, sumone is injured I wanna see your ass there 'elpin, show me ya have a level head an know what ya talkin about. Kids ya with me, I'll hold a private lesson wit ya, see what ya know an how quickly ya pick up on things, basics only a course.” Though panic touched the thoughts swirling within his head there was nothing to show such upon the rigid set of his expression, the single dark eye focused straight ahead. He remembered his own trial, scampering about the island in search of distinct herbs he had to put name and use to, a task he had done poorly at but his aunt had seen something in him. Time had proven her wrong on such, just as it had taken her from them.