Re: [Contract Search] Sojourn - Cold Depths
The air was heavy, I felt it as the heat and dust slowly settled in the blaze of supernatural glory; I felt worn and the exhaustion was settling heavily in my bones, muscles and mind as not only a large accumulation of chakra and stamina I just had expended; but the event that I just partook in was devastating to the spirit.
Despite the expansion of my body and levels of power, I still felt relatively small in the vast expanse that was this chamber, the glow of the crystals had originally drained me of chakra was slowly returning the natural recovery of such- But nevertheless I was feeling empty and small. Despite this, my presence was slowly returning to me; a level of groundedness, where the world slowly shifted into perspective of a human- Both in my form as the draconic appearance had slowly receded into my body; returning me to my gritty and drained look. With what I couldn't help but feel, a new visible wound to my face. Perhaps a mark of occasion- But I digress in knowing it is a show of weakness. In the future, I will remember this- And my enemies will know my defenses aren't perfect.
In the moment, I felt as if my challenge finale had concluded. With the foe that stood in my path originally having been dealt with- Or so I thought, I would continue.
But such was not the whole case. As I took a dredged step forwards through the sopped earth and stone, I was approached- Or more so came into the presence of a shadow like figure. It had wandered nearer to me and knelt afore me, and a repetition of an inquiry presented.
For some reason or another, I felt inclined to believe that this inquiry was something of a test in of itself-- Or perhaps I was over-thinking it. Needless to say, there was a pause in my answer. My breath had slowed as I stared in silent contempt; I needed to exercise my decision, weighing in genuine thought to the matter- The question at hand.
Well then... Who am I?
Truth be told. I never gave the concept much thought; for my concern, grief, ups and downs throughout life- I simply attributed it to a state of self, a being unaligned with everyone and everything else. Which, I fare- isn't incorrect by any means. We are, in-fact all our own individuals- Segregated from the rest intrinsically. But then... I guess, the question is less how I perceive the matter of self, because in the end it doesn't matter too much- Unless it was a destructive self-engrossment. Which I figured, I wasn't apart of that crowd-- After-all, I focused too much on helping others. And not myself...
My brows furrowed at that thought, "Which is why I did this journey..." I sounded the concept to myself, openly as I stared at the shadowy figure for a moment longer. Inhaling deeply; I knew my answer, it was less of a selfish question I thought. And perhaps a mixture, what do others perceive me as? And how do I present myself to be perceived. A dual-motive, or albeit how I wished to interpret the question.
So I looked the shadowy spectre right in the eyes- Or mostly, I don't think it has eyes. It's hard to tell, but I digress. Hm... By birth and name I am Ariho, Shieo. And much to my displeasure there. But to those around me, and the means in which I present myself? Who and what do they see me as--- Ah... Perhaps. In my bout of certainty mine' eyes had sizzled from the lulled colors to a stark searing red and orange; the pupils slitting into that of a reptilians.
"I am Bahamut."
[WC 632]
[MFT]
The air was heavy, I felt it as the heat and dust slowly settled in the blaze of supernatural glory; I felt worn and the exhaustion was settling heavily in my bones, muscles and mind as not only a large accumulation of chakra and stamina I just had expended; but the event that I just partook in was devastating to the spirit.
Despite the expansion of my body and levels of power, I still felt relatively small in the vast expanse that was this chamber, the glow of the crystals had originally drained me of chakra was slowly returning the natural recovery of such- But nevertheless I was feeling empty and small. Despite this, my presence was slowly returning to me; a level of groundedness, where the world slowly shifted into perspective of a human- Both in my form as the draconic appearance had slowly receded into my body; returning me to my gritty and drained look. With what I couldn't help but feel, a new visible wound to my face. Perhaps a mark of occasion- But I digress in knowing it is a show of weakness. In the future, I will remember this- And my enemies will know my defenses aren't perfect.
In the moment, I felt as if my challenge finale had concluded. With the foe that stood in my path originally having been dealt with- Or so I thought, I would continue.
But such was not the whole case. As I took a dredged step forwards through the sopped earth and stone, I was approached- Or more so came into the presence of a shadow like figure. It had wandered nearer to me and knelt afore me, and a repetition of an inquiry presented.
For some reason or another, I felt inclined to believe that this inquiry was something of a test in of itself-- Or perhaps I was over-thinking it. Needless to say, there was a pause in my answer. My breath had slowed as I stared in silent contempt; I needed to exercise my decision, weighing in genuine thought to the matter- The question at hand.
Well then... Who am I?
Truth be told. I never gave the concept much thought; for my concern, grief, ups and downs throughout life- I simply attributed it to a state of self, a being unaligned with everyone and everything else. Which, I fare- isn't incorrect by any means. We are, in-fact all our own individuals- Segregated from the rest intrinsically. But then... I guess, the question is less how I perceive the matter of self, because in the end it doesn't matter too much- Unless it was a destructive self-engrossment. Which I figured, I wasn't apart of that crowd-- After-all, I focused too much on helping others. And not myself...
My brows furrowed at that thought, "Which is why I did this journey..." I sounded the concept to myself, openly as I stared at the shadowy figure for a moment longer. Inhaling deeply; I knew my answer, it was less of a selfish question I thought. And perhaps a mixture, what do others perceive me as? And how do I present myself to be perceived. A dual-motive, or albeit how I wished to interpret the question.
So I looked the shadowy spectre right in the eyes- Or mostly, I don't think it has eyes. It's hard to tell, but I digress. Hm... By birth and name I am Ariho, Shieo. And much to my displeasure there. But to those around me, and the means in which I present myself? Who and what do they see me as--- Ah... Perhaps. In my bout of certainty mine' eyes had sizzled from the lulled colors to a stark searing red and orange; the pupils slitting into that of a reptilians.
"I am Bahamut."
[WC 632]
[MFT]
