Post by Damien on Oct 10, 2011 16:41:21 GMT -7
Damiens eyes fluttered open rapidly, stinging, burning with sweat as their piercing blue color nearly shone in his dark room he called his own. His short and usually spiky light brown blonde hair was instead plastered to his sweaty skull as he rubbed his eyes in irritation, trying in vain to dispel the pain in his eyes caused by the sweat from his overheating and small dusting of ash that clung to the air constantly, he already knew they would be red that morning from annoyance. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and propped himself up in bed on his elbows, his light tunic clung to his body as he looked around in the tiny room he slept in. There was not much to call his own in the room, hardly anything in all honesty, his clothes were tucked away neatly as they should be and some very few personal possessions were on his window seal such as sea shells he has bought from merchants in the past, brought from an actual ocean. Lava rocks though not his favorite, were also on the window seal, giving little but at least some color to the darkness in his room, seeing as how the sun hasn't risen above the horizon quite yet, then again, with how close Damiens village lived to the volcano, reflective light from the the fiery pits somehow always illuminated the tiny village he was raised to call home.
Bile rose in his throat, ceasing to wash a foul taste into his mouth, only making him more bitter this morning, but he couldn't help but feel a sharp resentment whenever the fact arose into his mind that he did live here, he was a part of this so called village of fire, thus being Tatanonic. A very small and almost unheard village in the deepest badlands, consisting mostly of blacksmiths. Damien himself being the son of one. He sighed as he allowed his mind to drift to thoughts of his father Haygard. His eyes half closed as he looked out the window once more, sitting up in bed to stretch, his shorts also clinging to his thighs annoyingly, though he wore nothing on his legs and never slept with a blanket, he was still drenched in sweat, and always was. Though for most it was uncomfortable to be drenched in sweat, in Damiens mind, as annoying as it was, it could be a blessing, seeing as how Tatanonic does not carry its own supply of natural water. He sighed longingly at the thought of water as he slipped out of bed, his bare feet touching the hard rock beneath him which made the floor of his bedroom.
He walked over to his bedroom window and peered out into its depth of the outside world in which he was dragged to live in. Not much could be said about the village, their homes were made nearly entirely of stone and with good reason, wood was generally not seen well in this village, and if it was, it was with tools and never with building structures, unless one was dare foolish enough to have a wooden roof, capable of burning down rather quickly whenever heavy rains of burning ash fell during the fall of summer awakenings. A time when the nearest volcano to the village would often wake and shake itself from its slumber, provoking a small series of hiccups, or rather miniature eruptions to occur. The roads were mostly bare of any life at this early dawn, well before the sun was up. Damien could see some very few other villagers wandering around the streets already, he wasn't surprised, many of his fellow villagers were early risers, it wasn't very easy to catch sleep here, unless you were born and raised around this boiling heated atmosphere. Even Damien who had been borne and raised here, was not yet used to it and he never intended to become used to it, he hated his village.
He let out an exasperated sigh, his shoulders tense as he turned away from the view outside, turning his back on his window as he walked over to change his clothes, tossing the sweat drenched ones into a basket to be washed later on if possible. He slipped on his usual attire and stepped out of his room, he was not surprised to see his father there at the kitchen table, bent over a bowl of food, which wasn't much in his home. Damien ran his fingers through his hair to try and lessen the dampness that clung to his face, not wanting his eyes to hurt much more then they already did. His father looked up from his food, a wary look on the old mans face as he chewed slowly, Damien only nodded to his father, not in the mood for useless chatter. Over the past two years, Damiens affection for his father has lessened a great deal, growing more agitated he also grew to be more bitter towards almost everyone. He knew it hurt his father but Damien couldn't help it. He was angry, he wanted out, he wanted to leave this village. In the past he has begged his father to let them both move away from Tatononic, suggesting that they live elsewhere, like near the ocean. But every time Damien had approached such a subject, his father would disagree and tell Damien to get his head out of the clouds and be thankful for what he had and not complain for what he didn't have. This had always angered him.
He walked over to the table where his father sat, unable to avoid it, but still remaining silent, as he reached over and grabbed a Gentanglia, A reddish dry fruit that only grew at the highest peaks of the volcano, resembling a pear but more reddish and with a furry outer layer. They were hard to come by without getting oneself burned, but Damien had managed to climb the peaks and find them a few days ago, a treat he had brought home. A rare sign of affection Damien had shown to his father. Haygard reached into a basket by the table and picked up a wrapped item. Damien watched quietly as he took out one of his wrist knives and began peeling the fruit before taking a bite into its orange innards, shivering in delight at the sweet delicious taste inside it. As the wonderful taste of fruit rolled down his throat he watched and grew surprised as his father unwrapped the package to reveal beef Jerky and some fresh soft bread. Another rarity in this ash covered hell. Damiens eyes sparkled for a moment with affection as his father handed it to him.
"its for you Damien, I figured you would like it. And I hope it will help your headaches"
His fathers deep gruff voice murmured in its bear lumbering way. Damien smiled, just a little bit and took the food gratefully, but he broke the bread in half and handed some to his father to share.
"Thank you father"
He answered warmly, feeling a little less annoyed for once as he took a bite of the meat. For now he felt a little at peace at home. He sat at the table and ate in silence with his father, but peace was between them as they ate. Muscles relaxed as Damien kept to his thoughts alone while eating. Finally Damien was finished with his small meal, he stood quietly and touched his fathers shoulder as he walked over to the door and picked up his boots, he laced them on quickly before grabbing a satchel and heading out.
"good bye father"
He called over his shoulder before shutting the door behind him. What little peace Damien had gained that morning vanished as he stepped outside and was once again reminded of where he lived. He narrowed his eyes with annoyance and borderline hatred, his fist clenching as he began to walk, heading out of the village to explore the badlands. His mind was in turmoil of emotions as he stalked over with quick strides into the dark, the sun was beginning to rise, and it was going to get hot today, just like every other day, but Damien didn't care, he just wanted to explore, he wanted to escape, he just wanted to dream...
Bile rose in his throat, ceasing to wash a foul taste into his mouth, only making him more bitter this morning, but he couldn't help but feel a sharp resentment whenever the fact arose into his mind that he did live here, he was a part of this so called village of fire, thus being Tatanonic. A very small and almost unheard village in the deepest badlands, consisting mostly of blacksmiths. Damien himself being the son of one. He sighed as he allowed his mind to drift to thoughts of his father Haygard. His eyes half closed as he looked out the window once more, sitting up in bed to stretch, his shorts also clinging to his thighs annoyingly, though he wore nothing on his legs and never slept with a blanket, he was still drenched in sweat, and always was. Though for most it was uncomfortable to be drenched in sweat, in Damiens mind, as annoying as it was, it could be a blessing, seeing as how Tatanonic does not carry its own supply of natural water. He sighed longingly at the thought of water as he slipped out of bed, his bare feet touching the hard rock beneath him which made the floor of his bedroom.
He walked over to his bedroom window and peered out into its depth of the outside world in which he was dragged to live in. Not much could be said about the village, their homes were made nearly entirely of stone and with good reason, wood was generally not seen well in this village, and if it was, it was with tools and never with building structures, unless one was dare foolish enough to have a wooden roof, capable of burning down rather quickly whenever heavy rains of burning ash fell during the fall of summer awakenings. A time when the nearest volcano to the village would often wake and shake itself from its slumber, provoking a small series of hiccups, or rather miniature eruptions to occur. The roads were mostly bare of any life at this early dawn, well before the sun was up. Damien could see some very few other villagers wandering around the streets already, he wasn't surprised, many of his fellow villagers were early risers, it wasn't very easy to catch sleep here, unless you were born and raised around this boiling heated atmosphere. Even Damien who had been borne and raised here, was not yet used to it and he never intended to become used to it, he hated his village.
He let out an exasperated sigh, his shoulders tense as he turned away from the view outside, turning his back on his window as he walked over to change his clothes, tossing the sweat drenched ones into a basket to be washed later on if possible. He slipped on his usual attire and stepped out of his room, he was not surprised to see his father there at the kitchen table, bent over a bowl of food, which wasn't much in his home. Damien ran his fingers through his hair to try and lessen the dampness that clung to his face, not wanting his eyes to hurt much more then they already did. His father looked up from his food, a wary look on the old mans face as he chewed slowly, Damien only nodded to his father, not in the mood for useless chatter. Over the past two years, Damiens affection for his father has lessened a great deal, growing more agitated he also grew to be more bitter towards almost everyone. He knew it hurt his father but Damien couldn't help it. He was angry, he wanted out, he wanted to leave this village. In the past he has begged his father to let them both move away from Tatononic, suggesting that they live elsewhere, like near the ocean. But every time Damien had approached such a subject, his father would disagree and tell Damien to get his head out of the clouds and be thankful for what he had and not complain for what he didn't have. This had always angered him.
He walked over to the table where his father sat, unable to avoid it, but still remaining silent, as he reached over and grabbed a Gentanglia, A reddish dry fruit that only grew at the highest peaks of the volcano, resembling a pear but more reddish and with a furry outer layer. They were hard to come by without getting oneself burned, but Damien had managed to climb the peaks and find them a few days ago, a treat he had brought home. A rare sign of affection Damien had shown to his father. Haygard reached into a basket by the table and picked up a wrapped item. Damien watched quietly as he took out one of his wrist knives and began peeling the fruit before taking a bite into its orange innards, shivering in delight at the sweet delicious taste inside it. As the wonderful taste of fruit rolled down his throat he watched and grew surprised as his father unwrapped the package to reveal beef Jerky and some fresh soft bread. Another rarity in this ash covered hell. Damiens eyes sparkled for a moment with affection as his father handed it to him.
"its for you Damien, I figured you would like it. And I hope it will help your headaches"
His fathers deep gruff voice murmured in its bear lumbering way. Damien smiled, just a little bit and took the food gratefully, but he broke the bread in half and handed some to his father to share.
"Thank you father"
He answered warmly, feeling a little less annoyed for once as he took a bite of the meat. For now he felt a little at peace at home. He sat at the table and ate in silence with his father, but peace was between them as they ate. Muscles relaxed as Damien kept to his thoughts alone while eating. Finally Damien was finished with his small meal, he stood quietly and touched his fathers shoulder as he walked over to the door and picked up his boots, he laced them on quickly before grabbing a satchel and heading out.
"good bye father"
He called over his shoulder before shutting the door behind him. What little peace Damien had gained that morning vanished as he stepped outside and was once again reminded of where he lived. He narrowed his eyes with annoyance and borderline hatred, his fist clenching as he began to walk, heading out of the village to explore the badlands. His mind was in turmoil of emotions as he stalked over with quick strides into the dark, the sun was beginning to rise, and it was going to get hot today, just like every other day, but Damien didn't care, he just wanted to explore, he wanted to escape, he just wanted to dream...