03-12-2021, 09:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-12-2021, 09:17 PM by Dacio. Edited 2 times in total.)
Dacio recalled the infection that ravaged him: the intensity of his headache; the thrum of a rapid heartbeat in his ears; the heat of a thousand suns that burned beneath the surface of his skin. He could easily conjure the memory of sorrow in the hearts of those who loved him as they awaited the inevitable, and remind himself how undeserving he was of their tears. His life had been a short but solemn one, void of glory and all he'd wished to accomplish.
He remembered, vividly, how it felt to die. The prospect of being dealt that fate once again was terrifying.
From the tender age of infancy, Dacio and his siblings were taught that to die on the battlefield would be their greatest achievement. He had embraced that this could be the only way to meet his end, conditioned himself to accept that he might find his fight over during a battle with his enemies in Drageda's name. Since that time had never come, and he'd merely existed in the darkness until he roused in an unknown afterlife with very little knowledge of the place he'd come from let alone what drove him from it, he felt eager to try and make himself anew.
Dacio knew he would have to, with the other half of him left behind in another world. From his perch atop a looked longingly out at the rolling waves of a vast sea that cool Spring evening, reaching for fragmented memories of a life barely worth recalling, but right at the forefront of his mind was @Opalia.
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He remembered, vividly, how it felt to die. The prospect of being dealt that fate once again was terrifying.
From the tender age of infancy, Dacio and his siblings were taught that to die on the battlefield would be their greatest achievement. He had embraced that this could be the only way to meet his end, conditioned himself to accept that he might find his fight over during a battle with his enemies in Drageda's name. Since that time had never come, and he'd merely existed in the darkness until he roused in an unknown afterlife with very little knowledge of the place he'd come from let alone what drove him from it, he felt eager to try and make himself anew.
Dacio knew he would have to, with the other half of him left behind in another world. From his perch atop a looked longingly out at the rolling waves of a vast sea that cool Spring evening, reaching for fragmented memories of a life barely worth recalling, but right at the forefront of his mind was @Opalia.
the staff team luvs u