01-04-2020, 11:38 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]it has been almost exactly 2,396,658 seconds since he had seen the dawn of day.
In translation, it has been since almost by seconds a few years since he had seen what he could consider at the moment hazel-eyed, blonde-haired beloved, before the burning of their village, before he had to make his children flee with what little wealth he and his beloved had built for themselves. This was alone what haunted him for the rest of his life, how he had made to watch their village chief lose his life in the early winter morning, his blood seeping into the ground, and his eyes wide.
Bandits, marauders, murders, and slavers, none of which had an honorable title amongst themselves. Of which he had found himself stuck in the worst situation, he was caught and dragged far north. Far into the cold lands, away from light.
Far underground.
With the dangers of the tunnel collapse, methane pockets, and mica pits in every single corner. How many more people he had seen perish from the hellish outcome. In the worst of the outcomes, he was made to outlast, and outlast he did, with burning lungs, broken fingers, and even broken spirit at times, but he was alive. Even if he swore the deepest amount of revenge towards those who held him captive, paying forward the freedom of those who couldn’t not even last moments longer in this dark, dangerous nightmarish hell.
And then finally on day 1,303, he died.
Cause of death? Overworking himself to death, his body just gave out on itself, and down he went without a single sound, but a mere thought. Get up, get up, get up dammit!
Every single second spent counting his seconds from his next rebirth, his growing up and up to where he was back to where he started, counting his seconds back to where he should find himself back, from the polar cold north to the warm tropics.
A climate that was not kind to long-furred snow adjusted canine, but alas he here was, awaiting, and counting his seconds very slowly.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, the more I count the closer I am to Vic. That is the only chance I can see him again, gods have mercy this is madness, mustn’t lose count.
talk here
@ Vinicius ! ( wait until Vinicius posts please)
In translation, it has been since almost by seconds a few years since he had seen what he could consider at the moment hazel-eyed, blonde-haired beloved, before the burning of their village, before he had to make his children flee with what little wealth he and his beloved had built for themselves. This was alone what haunted him for the rest of his life, how he had made to watch their village chief lose his life in the early winter morning, his blood seeping into the ground, and his eyes wide.
Bandits, marauders, murders, and slavers, none of which had an honorable title amongst themselves. Of which he had found himself stuck in the worst situation, he was caught and dragged far north. Far into the cold lands, away from light.
Far underground.
With the dangers of the tunnel collapse, methane pockets, and mica pits in every single corner. How many more people he had seen perish from the hellish outcome. In the worst of the outcomes, he was made to outlast, and outlast he did, with burning lungs, broken fingers, and even broken spirit at times, but he was alive. Even if he swore the deepest amount of revenge towards those who held him captive, paying forward the freedom of those who couldn’t not even last moments longer in this dark, dangerous nightmarish hell.
And then finally on day 1,303, he died.
Cause of death? Overworking himself to death, his body just gave out on itself, and down he went without a single sound, but a mere thought. Get up, get up, get up dammit!
Every single second spent counting his seconds from his next rebirth, his growing up and up to where he was back to where he started, counting his seconds back to where he should find himself back, from the polar cold north to the warm tropics.
A climate that was not kind to long-furred snow adjusted canine, but alas he here was, awaiting, and counting his seconds very slowly.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, the more I count the closer I am to Vic. That is the only chance I can see him again, gods have mercy this is madness, mustn’t lose count.
talk here
@ Vinicius ! ( wait until Vinicius posts please)