This River is Wild

[Anonymous]

There was a certain amount of contentment to be gained from being kissed by the sun, and gently swept in the warmth of the breeze, surrounded by nature in its glory.  By the truth spirits of his Goddesses.  But even these comforts could last only so long... our young Hero's heart was heavy.  

His luck was at the pinnicle of bad.  Event after event seemed to continuously drag him through the mud. And it all started with a single moment of letting his guard down.  With Samson being kidnapped.

A frown had engraved itself on is lips, and he quietly sauntered along the riverbed. All signs had led him to believe the cold trail that he was following, was leading to the Capital of Connlaoth, Reajh. Which might spiral off into a thousand different directions.

All he wanted was a chance to find Sammy, for his Goddesses to grant their supposed Champion with a little bit of assistance.  But perhaps this too was one of their tests.  Asking him to be willing to leave all attachments, to commit to the act of being their sword.  The thought sent a frightening chill down Tobias' spine, he had already given up so much for his sacred duty.  He had always been willing to give up more... but not Samson.

Samson was the only family Toby had. Samson was there, when even Sarah had to be given up.  And now, he had heard word she was to be wed... and that she might even have been carrying the man's child! Pointy-ears twitched, and the frown seemed to increase... unfitting for such a handsome young face.  

Dark blue eyes were filled with contained sorrow, made intense by a warriors focus. They were eyes of a person for whom killing was an everyday part of life, no matter how troubling it was for him. Eyes that sang volumes of the trouble it was to be considered an enemy. On the wrong side of his Goddesses' Crusade against the dark.

For the better part of seven, going on eight years, he had been on his Crusade, traveling across the world to right the wrongs Kier had committed, to find the man, and dispatch of him. Duties that Tobias was now sorely neglecting, trying to find Samson.   But the trail had grown cold  do to his  inability to not get involved for those who couldn't defend themselves.

And the longer he delayed, the more he seemed to lose. His father's sword and shield. His mothers gauntlets.   The horde of items he had collected over the years, that had granted him one ability or another, now forever lost.  Yet they were small losses compared to losing Sammy.  

Blond hair spilled wildly around his head, caught in the wind, which seemed to flow in the same direction as the river.  Down wind, keen senses caught something familiar.  "Oh.." Was all the lean, half-elf said as he broke into a sprint. He was weaponless.  But he doubted his enemy was. He highly doubted it.

Tobias' ears twitched, caught trying to ignore the river, and yet trying to focus on what was coming his way...

((Sucks i know, but still trying to get back into Rping my champ)0

[Anonymous]

[It's not that bad.  Once you get into the swing of things, you'll be amazed at how much you've stepped up.]

She could feel the wind play and foil its way through her disheveled, almost white locks.  But why should she care?  It wasn't her endowed duty to offer her attention to something as trivial as hair.  The only real grooming she bothered to keep up with was her physical and oral hygiene, but sadly, however, she'd neglected her needs after a close escape when she encountered a ravenous reptile of exceptional size while wandering aimlessly through the wood.  She'd gotten away with a bruised side and scathed left shoulder, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.

Havek brushed stray hairs from her dirt smudged face and wiped away the beads of perspiration from her forehead.  It had been a long journey, traveling from the edges of Serendipity to the Sirantil Valley of which she only vaguely remembered visiting it as a child.  Sometimes she had dreams of the visitation, only for it to turn into a nightmare that caused her to shoot up from the place she'd chosen to sleep in rampant respiration.

It would begin where she felt the stalks of the undergrowth, protruding beyond average height.  There was innocent laughter slowed to a specific moment in time.  Somewhere in the background there was always a man with her.  Not that type which usually caused fear to grow and persist through and through, but man whose mere presence was calming and brought about some sort of euphoria in her.  His face was always distorted but the rest of his attire was always clearcut and beautiful.  But then the sky would transform into a blood red when the dark man came.  It was as if he appeared from the shadows themselves, carrying chains with heavy blades at the ends, dripping in blood.  The sound of screams so blood curdling that would perhaps make monsters themselves run in fear was the part she awoke every time.

Daylight plummeted around her and the heat of the day was starting to come to her realization as they permeated through her humble garb.  The chains wrapped around her arms clanked lazily as well did the deathly spikes at the ends.  It was a brutal process how the doctors drugged her to the point of complete and utter amnesia and then surgically embedded the chains to her back.  For the use and advantage of further containing her in her solitary confinement and burning pain if she attempted to yank them from the walls.  But now they served only as her weapons.

Havek continued down the trail, half focusing on the path ahead and half listening to the voices arguing within her mind, a constant battle of good and evil, but the light side always conquered over the forces of darkness.  It was as if it was an example of her two god's constant struggled absorbed through her mind, reminding her of the world's current imbalance and her duty of restoring it to its former balance.

She persisted down the riverside path, shifting her weight so that the worn boots treaded softly on the bank.  But something stirred up ahead.  Her head darted to and fro, but continued along clutching the chains as though for her very life.