Shaelsin
03-06-2007, 01:25 PM
Shaelsin struggled to steady his trembling fingers as he separated the sharp green leaves piled in his lap. He lay pathetically in the otherwise empty marble bathtub with his legs curled up to obstruct the view for any invisible voyeurs, breathing heavily through his gnashing teeth, which grinded the Bloodthistle into sludge, only pausing occasionally to suck down the sweet fel juices. In the back of his mind, he heard something pleading, something wiser than his instincts telling him to stop. It grew louder, no matter how he gnashed his teeth to drown it out. He grabbed handful of leaves and shoved them into his mouth, biting down and clenching his eyes shut, a sob shaking his body.
"What's wrong with me?" A quiet whisper, effectively incomprehensible through sobs and stuffed mouth, "I don't need this."
Green sludge dripped shamelessly from Shaelsin's slack jaw in the moments to come, his silent weeping filling the dark, sparesly decorated bathroom. It wasn't enough to swear off the demonic powers that plagues his people, that enslaved them in a way no different than the Orcs had been. The need was still in his blood, and each mana tapping invigorated him in a way immensely stronger than even weeks of training in the martial ways he'd restricted himself to.
RAPRAPRAP, came a knocking at the bathroom door, sending Shaelsin bolting upright, spilling the bloodthistle across the tub. He swallowed and hastily wiped his mouth.
"I- I'm in here!!"
"I have t' go, man!" Shaelsin's brother shouted in, and knocked again, to clarify his point.
Shaelsin desperately snatched up leaves, stuffing them in his pocket. "Come back later!"
"I'm coming in."
The door swung open. Shaelsin jumped from the tub and reached his hand out to close the door, but caught his foot and sprawled across the tile floor, spilling the leaves in his hand in front of him. His brother stood motionless in the doorframe.
Moments passed... and his brother smiled and closed the door. "I'll come back later."
"What's wrong with me?" A quiet whisper, effectively incomprehensible through sobs and stuffed mouth, "I don't need this."
Green sludge dripped shamelessly from Shaelsin's slack jaw in the moments to come, his silent weeping filling the dark, sparesly decorated bathroom. It wasn't enough to swear off the demonic powers that plagues his people, that enslaved them in a way no different than the Orcs had been. The need was still in his blood, and each mana tapping invigorated him in a way immensely stronger than even weeks of training in the martial ways he'd restricted himself to.
RAPRAPRAP, came a knocking at the bathroom door, sending Shaelsin bolting upright, spilling the bloodthistle across the tub. He swallowed and hastily wiped his mouth.
"I- I'm in here!!"
"I have t' go, man!" Shaelsin's brother shouted in, and knocked again, to clarify his point.
Shaelsin desperately snatched up leaves, stuffing them in his pocket. "Come back later!"
"I'm coming in."
The door swung open. Shaelsin jumped from the tub and reached his hand out to close the door, but caught his foot and sprawled across the tile floor, spilling the leaves in his hand in front of him. His brother stood motionless in the doorframe.
Moments passed... and his brother smiled and closed the door. "I'll come back later."