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Post by Aeon Sacrosanct on Mar 27, 2012 20:19:29 GMT -6
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He wasn’t even sure of where he was to be completely honest. None of his surroundings looked familiar, and asking people if they knew him wouldn’t do him any good, if he were so lucky to see someone. Not a single person had come into his view since just before dawn, and that meant no chance for drinking water or directions. It was really disorientating, being stuck in the past. So he just wandered down the side of dusty road he had been following for the past day.
He’d been trudging along for hours, and it was obvious he was starting to flag. The sun was beating down on him mercilessly and thirst was quickly clouding his mind. There was no canteen in his knapsack, and he hadn’t come across a source of water since early morning. His lips were quickly becoming dry, the skin parched from the sun and lack of water.
It was apparent he was in excellent shape. A person of less than peak condition probably would have collapsed of thirst long before Aeon started feeling the effects of his exhaustion. Being punted through time must have taken more of his energy than he had first thought, because after maybe another hour of travel his vision started to swim. He tried leaning against a nearby tree, only to find that said tree actually wasn’t as close at it appeared and he instead found his face in the dirt.
With his energy gone, the white haired youth just lay there, unconsciousness slowly starting to take him. If any bandits decided he was a good target then they’d be right, he didn’t even have the energy to stay awake and eventually succumbed to the darkness of sleep.
WORDS! 406 TAGS! Michael
NOTES! Oh how I hate when FireFox crashes in the middle of a post. [/style] | |
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Post by Michael Reiner on Apr 7, 2012 3:30:04 GMT -6
It was nothing but sunshine and happiness for Michael. He was well stocked and prepared for travel so there was no reason for him to not be happy. He strode along the road with his handy backpack stuffed full of various goodies that would aid him in his travel. The blond haired man had no set destination. He was a man without boundries heading out to enjoy life to the fullest and break a few hearts. He didn't hope for adventure, or fame only to love another human as long as possible, and never be without company.
In the last town he was in, he'd met a rather nice man, but it sadly hadn't worked out. Undeterred, the wandering noble left the town and it's memories to find new love. He was whistling happily when he noticed a tree not to far away. It would be perfect for enjoying a nice spot of lunch so he decided to stop there. What Michael failed to see was the fact that there was a man passed out beneath it. If he had, his pace would have been hastened and he would have arrived much sooner.
Eyes on the sky, the man didn't notice the passed out form until he was right upon the tree. Seeing the white haired male aroused alarm within the man. "Oh my!" he'd exclaim quickly dropping off his pack and hurrying forth to kneel beside him and gently rock him. "Hey. Hey! Are you dead?" he'd question trying to rouse him. He hoped to all of the gods that the man wasn't dead. It would be an extremely awkward situation if he was.
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Post by Aeon Sacrosanct on Sept 18, 2012 13:30:08 GMT -6
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They were getting on a ship. Its sides were painted in black and red, and the sails were red as well. His father had said they were going on a trip; on holiday for his mother’s birthday.
“Why now though? Mom’s birthday isn’t for months.”
“It’ll take a few months of sailing to get there.”
“When will we get back home?”
“Probably at the end of winter.”
The feelings of being shaken broke the darkness of sleep, causing the young lad to crack his eyes open. Bright light stung as soon as he did, so immediately he shut them tight, letting out a small groan. His mind felt groggy and he slowly sat up, completely unaware of his current surroundings.
He knew he’d been dreaming of his past, or was he remembering? The images he’d seen had slipped through the cracks of wakefulness. Damnit. He couldn’t remember what they had been about.
As he ran a hand through his hair one image did manage to slip back. It was the back of someone with a red coat and hat walking up the gangplank onto a ship. He couldn’t tell their gender, or remember their hair color, or even the color of the ship’s sails. All he could recall were the red coat and hat.
Once his hand had dropped back down to the ground, he realized there was someone kneeling next to him. Slowly he turned his head to look at them, and had another realization as he did. His whole body ached. He noticed they were on the side of the road as well. No wonder I hurt so much. What was odd was his heart still felt cold, almost as if it weren’t even there.
He figured he’d better greet the man who woke him up. “Uh… Hello,” his voice came out as a hoarse croak and reminded him of how thirsty he was.
He gave a small cough to try and clear his throat, “Do you have any water?” He still sounded fairly hoarse, and his throat felt like cotton, but he hoped the man could at least understand him better now.
WORDS! 369 TAGS! Michael
NOTES! Please don't kill me B xD I've been stressed. [/style] | |
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Post by Michael Reiner on Oct 18, 2012 13:05:15 GMT -6
Relief flushed through Michael's body in a wave when the white haired male moved. "Oh thank god." he'd say in a breathy tone. Despite the fact that the male was alive, it was obvious from his voice that he wasn't exactly well. The relief that the blond had been feeling was very quickly replaced by worry once more.
At the questioning of whether or not he had water, Michael would quickly reply with "Yes, just a second!" before fumbling to get his pack off his back, and then to get a bottle out as well. He probably looked like a dope, but his actions yielded results. "Here you go." he'd say holding out the water. "Is there anything else I can get you? Food maybe? Or... I could fan you a bit if that'll help. Just don't die, please." Michael was an open book, and he plainly showed his worry with the way his brow knitted in worry, and the fact that a soft frown never left his lips.
OOC: I deeply apologize for the shortness.
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Post by Aeon Sacrosanct on Oct 21, 2012 15:02:43 GMT -6
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“Is there anything else I can get you? Food maybe? Or… I could fan you a bit if that’ll help. Just don’t die, please.”
If Aeon had had more strength he might have laughed at that statement. Just as he was about to speak his stomach gave a small growl. Guess that answers that question. He mentally rolled his eyes at his stomach’s choice of timing. He had a vague feeling this type of thing had happened before, but he couldn’t remember any time it had.
“Some food would be nice,” his voice sounded quite a bit better now that he’d had some water to wet his throat, “But I’m not going to die. I’ve been through worse,” his brow furrowed slightly when his mind drew a blank when he tried to recall such a situation, “I think I have anyway.”
WORDS! 170 TAGS! Michael
NOTES! You gave me a short post, so I gave you on in return lol [/style] | |
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Post by Michael Reiner on Oct 21, 2012 23:46:01 GMT -6
The timing of the other male's stomach growling lightened the mood considerably, and caused a smile to come to Michael's face. It didn't quite meet his eyes, because he was still a bit worried. "Alright." he'd say, moving to sit down, and pull his bag into his lap. "You think you have?" he'd question with a quirk of his brow. The blond simply shrugged it off without expecting an answer.
"My name is Michael by the way." he'd continue on to say as he dug through his pack. After a few moments of digging around, he'd pull out a pair of boxes, as well as two more bottles of water. "Here." Michael would offer as he held out the box to the boy. "It's a ham and cheese sandwich with apple slices. If it's not enough you can have seconds." With that, the blond would open up his own lunch box, and begin happily eating his sandwich, allowing his new-found companion finally speak up.
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Post by Aeon Sacrosanct on Oct 28, 2012 14:34:00 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]your heart[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]will stop, one of these days[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]“You think you have?”
Aeon’s brow furrowed as the fact he couldn’t remember became all too clear to him. “Yeah,” he replied with merely a nod. He didn’t even want to try to explain right now.
He watched as the man started digging through his bag.
“My name is Michael by the way.”
“Ah, I’m Aeon,” he replied as he watched Michael pull more water and a couple of boxes out of his bag. He handed one to him and told him it was a sandwich and apple slices. Aeon gladly took it, a hungry eagerness in his eyes as he opened the box and started devouring the sandwich.
A silence settled in that Aeon wasn’t able to break at the moment as his mouth was full of ham and cheese. He washed the food down with a gulp of water before even attempting to strike up a conversation. “Thank you for helping me. I’m not sure how I would have gotten out of this mess if you hadn’t.” Another bite of sandwich quickly filled his mouth once he’d finished his statement.
WORDS! 182 TAGS! Michael
NOTES! Ok B, here's post 1/2 xD sorry it took so long [/style] | |
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