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Silian

Posted on 11/1/2014, 10:44 by: Silian

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ANNO 18, MESE 3, GIORNO 3, POST 62, evening
"Il bacio colpisce come la folgore, l'amore passa come un temporale"

[46.855 Antkantos (darkred): n° exp (25r80x2)] [DENARO: 361 NdF DEPOSITATO: conto, ABBIGLIAMENTO: brown leather boots, coat and gloves with fur inside, woolen grey sweather and scarf, short hair] [EV: 1000, ABILITA': Dominio elettrico, ARMATURA: //, ARMI: sciabole gemelle(off), kukri(off)]

Stats PG:

Atk= 1500
Def= 1200
Vel= 300

Mosse caratteristiche-di scuola: Colonna di fuoco; Fuoco del giudizio; Scoppio; Elettrizzazione; Fulmine Globulare; Barriera Elettrostatica; Controllo del calore; Anello di fuoco; Bloccare le fiamme; Scudo di Fuoco; Propulsione; Fruste elettriche

Well, probably it was enough for his first day of awakening. The wound still hurt, but the feeling of the clean skin behind his head was pleasant. He didn't fight any more, collapsing almost instantly soon after the woman left him into a dreamless sleep.

Giorno 4, metà mattina.

A soft, greyish light filtered from a window on the bed's side, giving a shape to the furniture of the room. Well, 'furniture' was an euphemism. The bed seemed to be the main item there... a small table, a large bowl and something else that was hiding in the shadows. The man stretched carefully his arts; his memories of the evening before were confused... there was a pain (and it still was there) and a woman doing something to his head. Did she make that bandage? He touched a rough knot on his head's side. That was a funny way to tie bandages: he knew somehow that was a pretty clumsy way to fix them, but didn't exactly remember where did he see a right-tied one. But he didn't care too much about it. He realised soon that he was really starving. And he was dehydratated: his mouth was dry and sticky. He massaged his stomach (a few light roars were coming from inside his belly) and managed to raise his chest as he did the night before.

He survived. "That's a first step" he thought, rubbing his eyes. The pain behind his head was different than before: it was much more lighter, and now interested all his head -as he needed fresh air. But food came before. Now that was the legs'turn: he had to sit on the bed and try to stand up, but his arts were heavy as rocks. He snorted, helping himself with his hand in order to pull the legs out of the bed, and in the meantime he started thinking -as his brain was finally awake: why was he in that state? How did he have that wound? Did the woman bring him there? Maybe she had the answers... and some food.

Soon he realised that standing on his feet was not easy as he thought. He swore between his teeth: his knees didn't seem to collaborate, and his legs were weak and trembling (as the rest of his body). He didn't want to crawl towards the door, it was quite humiliating... so he waited for a while, hoping his strenghts were going to come back soon. The fire still crached in the fireplace, he could see it from his bed... and there was a young child in front of it, playing with some wooden blocks. He had dark hair, a light skin and two broad, golden eyes. He didn't seem to notice the man: he kept on playing on the ground, chatting to himself with a soft, high-pitched voice -as young kids often do. Was he the woman's son? In any case, he couldn't help him to walk on his feet or to carry him food. There was only one thing left to do.

"Is anybody in there?" he croacked, trying to sound polite -and finding the sound of his voice really unpleasant.

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