His body was limp yet not cold. The curse bestowed upon him wasn't nearly strong enough, nor potent enough to fell him. Moments before his collapse he wasn't sure, but he felt he heard sounds of regret and confusion in her voice. He was unsure why he did what he did, but it rather late for him to go back on his decision; the die had been cast and the future was untold. His vision began to come back to him slightly, but the aftereffect of the curse was leaving his vision hazy and incoherent; his vision was littered with sand, sand and more sand. Gently swaying back and forth, but never changing; twas the way of the wind. He let out a low but audible groan.
He remembered stories from his father about Xun. How he was a wanderer who traversed all the lands, and saw every inch of the world searching for The Wind. His name had its roots buried and engraved in the depths of Wind Country; he was one with the wind and the sky. Though the warmest of greetings were yet to be had, yet he was unsure if they would even welcome someone of his character. As his senses were beginning to come back to him slowly, he could feel a warm arm and hand wrapped around his body, carrying him. He feel the same shifting feeling from the grasp as before, but he was in no position to attempt anything. It was curious though; why hadn't she just left him there to deal with the searing agony himself, rather than bring him into the village? He had forgotten the last lapse of his consciousness he had poured the bounty of his souls from the maw of his outer path, and had them fill the old beings appetite. Maybe this was her way of showing thanks, or maybe compassion? Maybe she intended to feast on his boundless spirit for all eternity until he is just an empty husk of his former self; or until his body withers away from all of time.
Ugghh... He was hardly conscious, the groan was more of reflex than an audible response. What was going to happen to him?
[Shiori is technically already bringing me into the village, so no response needed except from her.]
He remembered stories from his father about Xun. How he was a wanderer who traversed all the lands, and saw every inch of the world searching for The Wind. His name had its roots buried and engraved in the depths of Wind Country; he was one with the wind and the sky. Though the warmest of greetings were yet to be had, yet he was unsure if they would even welcome someone of his character. As his senses were beginning to come back to him slowly, he could feel a warm arm and hand wrapped around his body, carrying him. He feel the same shifting feeling from the grasp as before, but he was in no position to attempt anything. It was curious though; why hadn't she just left him there to deal with the searing agony himself, rather than bring him into the village? He had forgotten the last lapse of his consciousness he had poured the bounty of his souls from the maw of his outer path, and had them fill the old beings appetite. Maybe this was her way of showing thanks, or maybe compassion? Maybe she intended to feast on his boundless spirit for all eternity until he is just an empty husk of his former self; or until his body withers away from all of time.
Ugghh... He was hardly conscious, the groan was more of reflex than an audible response. What was going to happen to him?
[Shiori is technically already bringing me into the village, so no response needed except from her.]
