by Dhalvasha on June 20th, 2011, 6:13 am
Despite Dhalvasha's age, Vizerus still presumed patriarchal dominion. No sooner had he stepped into the web after a day of research had his father shoved a crossbow into his hands, ten bolts and sent him back the way he'd come. Certainly he should have expected it. The storm of disappointment had been brewing for nearly five years now. A proud warrior himself, Vizerus was loathe to see a son follow in the footsteps of 'whimsical fancy'. As though the classification and experimentation of poisons and anatomy could be quantified as 'whimsical'. The very notion was an insult to the entire field. Nonetheless, Vizerus maintained a stalwart opinion that all his web must learn the art of combat in some form or another. Certainly his younger brother exceeded expectation, leading many hunts into the lower caves or out into the Unforgiven's bleak expanse. Not that Dhalvasha particularly honored the ability to callously point a device and fire, but it was more an act of rebellion than any pragmatic decision. His father desired strength. Symnestrians were not strong. Somehow the notion did not settle that Dhalvasha was perhaps a spider of a different kind.
No matter.
Taking the weapon, the Symnestra resolved himself to travel to the surface. He would fire a few bolts, kill some inconsequential vermin, and bring it back as proof he had not simply banged the crossbow against a cave wall in hopes of making it seem worn.
The trip up was surprisingly devoid of contact, most having already traveled below or left to the top for greener pastures beyond. He was alone, ascending with eerie grace through the shadows and to the gate. The Symnestra guards offered him little more than a skeptical stare, all the question in their eyes. Dhalvasha did not give them the dignity of an answer, his own darkened expression proof enough of his unwillingness. Nevertheless, they opened the way and allowed him to step out in Kalinor's wilderness.
The greatest difference between the cave and the outside was the sense of infinity. Everything seemed to stretch forever, not defined like the walls and vaulted ceiling of the cave. Despite himself, Dhalvasha shivered. The idea that there was so much here, so much above and below and both forwards and backwards simply baffled him.
One day he would conquer this distance, treat the outside as he had treated the cave. Every world had its boundaries, and if he needed boundaries to feel comfortable he would simply find and touch them, see for himself the limitations of this 'outside cave' on his own.
Interest took him to the forest, the swaying trees creaking in whispers of a nonsense language. The dangers of Kalinor were known, and warned to every small spider child in the dawning of their youth. Still, Dhalvasha wondered wryly if perhaps his father hoped he would die out here, an embarrassment gone from his site and mind and ferried to nothingness by the claws of some beast.
Perhaps it was thought which caused him to slip, or maybe he simply was not accustomed to the surface. But a ways into the forest his foot slid off the damp of a rock and hurled him backwards in a clatter of bones and skin. Dhalvasha growled, rarely accustomed to pain in his line of work. For a moment he simply lay there, staring upwards at the sky through the tree limbs.
Perhaps he was a failure in the martial sense, but certainly his father had overlooked the importance his research held in the world. One day his discoveries would revolutionize his race, perhaps even cure it of its deadly procreation.
He chuckled, tickled by the thought. Discover the cure to Symnestra birth, and his father could only compete with a bow and some large snake felled twenty years ago.
The thought was delicious, and took the edge from his situation.
At least briefly.