The crowd roared. So many voices united into one animalistic craving to see another person broken and damaged. By now Silvus was just thankful that it wasn’t him. But that would not be entirely accurate to say so. His chest was bloodied after he as the lucky winner slipped the dagger through muscles, tendons and aorta of the the Falleen on the ground. And Silvus rose his fist to the air.
He had managed to get up each time he was kicked to the ground or a shock mitt didn’t miss him. He walked with his back straight when they could see him. But now he sought away from the many eyes that had been watching his every move for the last hour and judged him. He forced his legs to drag him into the exit, even if every fibre of his body at once felt dense as stone and screamed for what a fool he was.
There he leaned against the wall with heavy breath and slipped down to the floor. The mask that secured his identity a minimum of privacy was torn aggressively away, as if it prevented him from living. He held a hand in front of his mouth and coughed. Red painted purple.
The water bottle he had grabbed on the way was not used to drink, but rather to pour over himself to cool and suit the pulsating ache in his forehead.
“A Falleen! This was not a part of the agreement. I was promised not to fight another blasting pheromone user!”.
They had magnified each other. The anger, like an inner fire that just spread and ate everything within close range. And it was as if the empath blockers didn’t even work. Like there still was a connection he couldn’t sever with this one.
Silvus dragged his knees up to his chest and buried his face into his hands. If it wasn’t for the end goal, and with his siblings in mind, it felt like the fangs of moral hangover would bury into his flesh and devour him. A sensation he hadn’t felt for long.
@Olwin
He had managed to get up each time he was kicked to the ground or a shock mitt didn’t miss him. He walked with his back straight when they could see him. But now he sought away from the many eyes that had been watching his every move for the last hour and judged him. He forced his legs to drag him into the exit, even if every fibre of his body at once felt dense as stone and screamed for what a fool he was.
There he leaned against the wall with heavy breath and slipped down to the floor. The mask that secured his identity a minimum of privacy was torn aggressively away, as if it prevented him from living. He held a hand in front of his mouth and coughed. Red painted purple.
The water bottle he had grabbed on the way was not used to drink, but rather to pour over himself to cool and suit the pulsating ache in his forehead.
“A Falleen! This was not a part of the agreement. I was promised not to fight another blasting pheromone user!”.
They had magnified each other. The anger, like an inner fire that just spread and ate everything within close range. And it was as if the empath blockers didn’t even work. Like there still was a connection he couldn’t sever with this one.
Silvus dragged his knees up to his chest and buried his face into his hands. If it wasn’t for the end goal, and with his siblings in mind, it felt like the fangs of moral hangover would bury into his flesh and devour him. A sensation he hadn’t felt for long.
@Olwin
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