☵ Ymiden 44th, 719 ☵
☵ Mood: Pissed
☵ Company: Dead Storm Strike
☵ Current Thought: Ouch that hurt!
☵ Current Theme: Fuhen
☵ Attire:
☵ Mood: Pissed
☵ Company: Dead Storm Strike
☵ Current Thought: Ouch that hurt!
☵ Current Theme: Fuhen
☵ Attire:
Casual Clothing
"Common Speech"
"Vahanic Speech"
〖"Black Snake"〗
【"White Snake"】
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☵ The journey from Helice to the west was not what the viper was expecting. For one he had never ridden a bird like the one the people of Kephallonia had secured for him, it wasn't what he was used to. He was used to riding on Fridgar, and the massive dragon thing he turned into. This, this was different and the viper didnt like it. Crashing in like a Wrecking Ball ☵
The trials spent flying where unbearable ones, the poor bird having to rest despite Dosan wanting to get as far from the south as possible. He didnt know where it was he was going, but he knew anywhere was better than Quacia or the Helice Isles. Too many bad memories resided there, and he rather not live with them.
He wanted to fade deep within the shadows never to be seen by mortal eyes again, and to do that he had to seclude himself from where the pain was. Hopefully where ever it was he landed would be better, no one would know him, and he could start fresh.
He left with the most important things to him. The clothes he got from the Koros tailor, his weapons, and his totems. It was the forty-fourth trial and Dosan began to see the signs that the Storm Strike he was riding was on its last leg. The area they had been flying over was full of forests and a large river that seemed to run for miles.
Coming in low Dosan guided the beast along the river's edge but in its fatigued state it veered off course heading into the thick of the forest. He could tell a full-on collision was bound to happen, so he gathered his possession and jumped, leaving the giant bird to fly on. Tucking and rolling as he hit the ground he felt the impact and hissed as he continued to roll till he hit a tree that halted him.
The pain that came from slamming into it wasn't as bad as he imagined it to be, but it still hurt. He shook his head, disoriented a little from the impact, looking around. Just where in Idolas was he?
Looking to the sky he could see the sun peeking through the trees of the forest. It was clear he was nowhere near the south anymore, but in what direction he had flown in, he had no idea.
As he pondered where he had landed the sound of a dying animal echoed in the forest. The storm strike must have hit something. Going to investigate he was correct. He found the poor bird mangled by the nest of dense trees, one wing bent in a way that shouldn't be possible. The was a thick tree branch protruding through its abdomen, and the predator that he was knew it was only a matter of time before it died.
He couldnt help but feel a tiny sliver of sadness for the creature, but what could he really do. With a broken wing and grievous stab wound, the bird was as good as dead. With a few strained squawks, the bird watched as the viper watched it die. The look on Dosan face was.........uncaring, which he didnt. Though the bird wouldn't die in vain.
Standing the viper went to recover his belongings; his swords & clothes; and returned to the bird. He took off its head and began making a totem. He didnt realize it, but a smile had formed on his face. For some reason, he liked doing this, he liked making totems. This totem would be a bracelet for his right arm. Since he had a method making totems, this was easy for him.
Letting the bracelet soak in the Storm Strikes blood, he stood and decided to look around, survey the area a bit. He could hear the sounds of running water, which meant there was a river nearby.
Running to the source he found a river that stretched for miles on both ends. He knew that where there was a river there was civilization, and it would be best to find out where exactly he had landed. Reaching down he took a sip of the water, refreshed from the taste of natural water.
It wasn't like the water back in Quacia that was for sure, it was clean, even if it was flowing with fish and the like. Where ever he had landed was ten times better than where he was coming from. Nothing about Quacia was worth remembering or holding dear to him, and the only good thing that came from Helice was the Lyrosaur Totem.
Not only that, the air here was fresh, not stale like Quacia or full of salt from the sea like Helice. His lungs were filled with it as he inhaled deeply, and at that moment he yelled. He yelled at the top of his lungs, letting out all that frustration, all of the anger and turmoil from his experiences out. He needed to let it out or else it would fester in him.
He needed to be able to release the pent up emotions he refused to let others see. His face was damp now, tears pooling and flowing from all that raw emotion being let go, the brisk air kissing his cheeks as he gathered his wits about him, or tried to at least. He fell to his knees as he couldnt help but cry.
He was upset at the fact that he was alone again, alone in a world that would never be able to understand him, who he was as a person. His tears were more so for the fact that he allowed himself to be used again. He was so wrapped up in his emotions and love for Fridgar that he didn't protect himself for an event such as this.
But he wouldn't cry anymore, no that was over with now. And the best way to remove that feeling from himself was to remove himself completely. Rolling up the pant leg on his right leg, Dosan focused his ether through it. His entire form became crystallized, and from it, burst a new form, a new face.
Dosan, the human born in Quacia was no more, and this new face was born, the man he had stopped in the brothel long ago, that was his new face now. He needed a new name as well, one that would set a tone for the trials to come, for the legend he would become in the world.
"Nosad......Nosad Otias."
he whispered. Content, he moved back to where the storm strike totem was soaking. Taking it from the bath of blood, he let it sit in the rush of the river to since it off. Once clean he placed it on his arm, gathered his things and moved along the riverbank, heading to civilization hopefully. After about what seemed like forever, and he needed to rest for a bit, and his stomach was growling and he needed to eat something. As he had been traveling he came across a large tree, one with a hollowed out opening in it. He would rest there for the time being, and make a camp of some kind. Nestling into the tree he listened to the sounds of the forest and the river in tandem.
The one thing he did appreciate from his time with Frid was the appreciation he had for nature in the raw state it was. It was relaxing to the viper and he was comfortable here, in the wild with the other animals like himself.
Once his rest was over, after admiring the peace of nature, he packed up and moved forward. It was time to get better acquainted with his new home, where no one knew him. ☵
