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Pain had summoned itself, Armin’s life flipped for the worse, his life corrupted into a blank vision of grey and black, his heart was empty and his brain filled and turning with emotion like a hurricane. Armin desired something more, he desired his home; where the cold fields of snow and the warm winds of a chinook live; where he started is where he ended. He decided upon that day to trace his roots; mixing a mixture of berries he made a blue face paint and mixing powder; a white one, he then proceeded to paint his face and body with symbols of his faded culture, the one that would end with him.
The winter’s took a harsh bite at the side of Armin’s exposed face, as he bitterly climbed through the piles of snow heading towards the north. He trekked on, from the village of Vallee, he headed north, stopping at the crossroads he sold all the items he could to the merchants, using the money only for food and other supplies. As he moved steadily north, he left many tracks of his existence, unlike his usual self. His campfires were left with coals and snow moved and looking quite unnatural.
Yet he keep going, tracking north as far as he could, only one destination in his mind; the frozen fields of snow and mighty forests of spruce wood. He stopped at the the sound of a river crashing loudly between white waters and rock, sighing he removed his bag, starting to cross the river. The rivers crashed loudly against the his legs, as his footing soon left him falling his bag disappeared from his slight, riding the tides down the river; his supplies going with the flows of icy water. The river soon swallowed Armin as well, forcing him down the banks, crashing into rock and shore water starting to fill his lungs as he reached and with the final strength he could summon, drag himself out of the water.
He violently landed on shore, on his knees coughing up water from his lungs, choking painfully in between coughs. Armin flopped around onto his back peering up to the sky, and at the moment snow lightly came from above, perhaps a warning to stop his journey, yet Armin was not having it, rising to his feet, and starting to move into the cold plains of the north. He made his way north, stepping past the city of Heaven’s Reach, taking a moment to explore the old farm space of the city, before turning back to the woods.
He made his way into the coverage of the woods, Looking over the forest floor for tracks, or plants yet he found nothing, He reached to a large sized stick on the ground, drawing his last resource; his dagger and carving the point to a deadly point than siding the dagger on his belt. He sighed as he continued on. As his hunger became stronger, his connection to reality became to fade. As he walked down a opening, he heard a faint noise, a cry of pain; Peering around he looked for the source of the cry finding nothing but wildness “You failed me.” something called, he turned a girl standing behind him with blonde hair and a chest ripped and bloody her eyes pale and lifeless; “You failed me brother, on my time of need you couldn’t save me” She spoke cruelty. The girl took another form, Tomari standing next to her spoke the same words, than two more figures appeared, his children and together they cried to him “You failed me.” Armin ran as fast as he could, the voices ringing still in his head.
you failed me it repeated in his head you failed me! it yelled in anger, he dropped to his knees, sobbing into his hands at the repeat of noise. A sudden pain took to his back, a numbing pain, yet it almost seemed comfortable to him; almost if that pain was natural and never came or went; but stayed there forever. Soon it roared, something tried to awake his head; as he faded back to reality he finally realized what was happening; the mountain lion ripped holes into his back, as he stumbled forward….
The battle did not last long, yet the spear he held as if it was his child; connected to the throat of the Lion, Its death being long and dramatic, he keep walking forward, his chest and back ripped and clawed from the daggers of the lion. Even at his final moments he keep the words of Theodra to his heart; Do not give mercy and do not expect it. He held what he could in place, and went on, he saw what shined to him like he was personality meeting the heavens, a carved hawk on the trunk of a mighty spruce tree in a empty circle clearing.
He smiled weakly, opening the wound on his face even more as the blood poured down, mixing with the blue facepaint. He stumbled forward, touching the hawk. “I finally found you Elaine; Finally I can face you with courage and die where you did, where I failed you.” He drew the silver dagger starting to crave the sigil of a wolf under the hawk, yet his strength failed him as he fell onto his back in front of the tree; the dagger still in the trunk. He peered up and upon a branch he saw a hawk, staring down at him, there his life faded and went on to the internal forrest….
RIP Armin Souksi; 2234 6th day of Snowdown - Blessday, 24th of Stormwind, 2259
@Michcat ; Tagged you for Theodra reasons!
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@Tybalt We had some RP issues, but I thought since we did RP; that you may enjoy this
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