1st day of Summer 506AV
Another day, another beating, another asshole calling him names. He’d got into a fight, again, and it showed. His knuckles were swollen, and raw and his lips were split and bleeding. But you should have seen the other guy! His friends had to drag him away because his legs failed him. Arvo had to force himself to stop hitting him in the end. The only reason he did stop was because he didn’t want to kill him. That would have brought more trouble than it was worth. He had to disappear for a little while. The tunnels of this ants-nest city very easily became suffocating, especially to a hunter who thrived in the open air of the mountain.
At the same time, Arvo didn’t feel like climbing, or traveling to any of his usual spots for hunting. He felt like sitting somewhere the population dwindled to a select few who probably wouldn’t bother him. The Indelible Haven was a lovely slice of peace and quiet. A place where his bruised and battered appearance would probably stand out more, but none the less, it was better than the city. It was better than dealing with the endless torment of being amongst his redheaded peers. If only he could just shut off his troublesome emotions altogether. Then he’d be able to do anything to anyone, and not care. He wasn’t sure weather that was strength or not. He knew emotions ran wild in the Inartens, and he knew they mostly just hindered them, or got them killed. But at the same time, if he didn’t feel, he may as well not be human.
It was an endless stream of questions in his head, and it drove him into madness, but when his feet hit the soft feathery sands of the Haven, his mind he instantly relaxed. He hadn’t realized he’d been hunching his shoulders, and tensing his muscles. The bonus was that there were no unwelcome faces here. Of course, being left to his own thoughts had never done him much good anyway. With no distractions, Arvo was rather vulnerable, and off his usual guard. He was so desperate for something to think about other than ‘woe is me’ that he actually began to do something that was quite unlike himself.
Singing was all about emotion. It was etched into the very heart and soul of the art. And he’d heard so many sing to convey what they felt. Arvo didn’t know any songs with word in them, he didn’t even know if he could sing well, but he though maybe it’d bring him closer to… something real. As if trying to sing would somehow change the fact that he was selfish and detached from most feelings. What he sung he was sure he didn’t know. He only remembered the tune, not the words. He felt as though it must be something his mother used to sing to him as a baby, but he couldn’t be sure. It was a lovely tune, full of longing and sadness. Arvo was a good actor, and as it turns out, a decent singer, so when he sand, though his voice was rougher than his mothers, it was emotional, and beautiful. It changed nothing. It was never going to.
Another day, another beating, another asshole calling him names. He’d got into a fight, again, and it showed. His knuckles were swollen, and raw and his lips were split and bleeding. But you should have seen the other guy! His friends had to drag him away because his legs failed him. Arvo had to force himself to stop hitting him in the end. The only reason he did stop was because he didn’t want to kill him. That would have brought more trouble than it was worth. He had to disappear for a little while. The tunnels of this ants-nest city very easily became suffocating, especially to a hunter who thrived in the open air of the mountain.
At the same time, Arvo didn’t feel like climbing, or traveling to any of his usual spots for hunting. He felt like sitting somewhere the population dwindled to a select few who probably wouldn’t bother him. The Indelible Haven was a lovely slice of peace and quiet. A place where his bruised and battered appearance would probably stand out more, but none the less, it was better than the city. It was better than dealing with the endless torment of being amongst his redheaded peers. If only he could just shut off his troublesome emotions altogether. Then he’d be able to do anything to anyone, and not care. He wasn’t sure weather that was strength or not. He knew emotions ran wild in the Inartens, and he knew they mostly just hindered them, or got them killed. But at the same time, if he didn’t feel, he may as well not be human.
It was an endless stream of questions in his head, and it drove him into madness, but when his feet hit the soft feathery sands of the Haven, his mind he instantly relaxed. He hadn’t realized he’d been hunching his shoulders, and tensing his muscles. The bonus was that there were no unwelcome faces here. Of course, being left to his own thoughts had never done him much good anyway. With no distractions, Arvo was rather vulnerable, and off his usual guard. He was so desperate for something to think about other than ‘woe is me’ that he actually began to do something that was quite unlike himself.
Singing was all about emotion. It was etched into the very heart and soul of the art. And he’d heard so many sing to convey what they felt. Arvo didn’t know any songs with word in them, he didn’t even know if he could sing well, but he though maybe it’d bring him closer to… something real. As if trying to sing would somehow change the fact that he was selfish and detached from most feelings. What he sung he was sure he didn’t know. He only remembered the tune, not the words. He felt as though it must be something his mother used to sing to him as a baby, but he couldn’t be sure. It was a lovely tune, full of longing and sadness. Arvo was a good actor, and as it turns out, a decent singer, so when he sand, though his voice was rougher than his mothers, it was emotional, and beautiful. It changed nothing. It was never going to.
