Stitches in the Moonlight

[Lessira]

This is a place holder for Mok and myself. TBC very soon

[Mok]

Thread Album: A Farewell to Kings, RUSH

Everything was clear to now. Mok now understood the meaning of life. Well. He now understood the meaning of his own life. Mok was a Sunberthian gangster at heart.

The Talobian confirmed it, he was Sunberthian now.

He had enough of the gods stomping down on him. Those blasted hypocrists! They were bitter ancients without any concept of real life! They could not realize that there is no right and wrong. You only feel right and wrong. No god had the right to tell Mok what to do. Myri include. None, none would command Mok, even in death the myrian would take his freewill with him.

Images of the jungles filled his mind now. The place of his birth. He remembered cruel love. He remembered the countless times he was told that he was not up to par. He remembered getting thrown down and getting kicked when he was down. Not even his mother showed love to Mok. How could a mother not love their own flesh and blood! Apparently in Taloba, this wasn't possible. The half-blood was only good enough to live there, but not good enough to be a true myrian.He remembered the countless days he was beaten by his peers. He remembered as child not being able to be up to par with the other children. The half-breed was always slower and weaker than everyone. The taste of dirt in his mouth was fresh in his mind. Myri was spinning in his inner conscience.

Mok found love in the blade. His sword was an undeniable, unbaised friend; a spirit of steel. It was the way out of his torture. It was his freedom. None can understand it until a fight to the death. Not until they have fought with blade of thirsty steel. This Mok knew well, even from an early age. Steel was his only ally.

Mok was done with it! Never again! Never more shall Mok return to the Faylndar! Never more will Mok drink the milk of paradise! No longer wills the myrian walk the jungles.

Mok was now a true Sunberthian. The city was no longer a place of hatred. It was now his home and he truly loved it. Mok embraced the anarchy to the extreme. There was no changing his mind now. He was Sunberthian. The rattled city was now his jungle. Ale and pulp where now his milk. Anarchy was paradise.

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Mok laid addled on the floor. Blood leaking from his mouth. He was on the verge of souffocating himself and his tooth was broken. Lessira was his only hope.

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

[Lessira]

There was a hum... A thudding in her chest... The darkness was all consuming, the sounds of the world muffled to her addled mind and weary soul... Faintly the girl felt there was something else... something she should... No that she ... The darkness reached out to embrace the girl in warmth. It promised her rest and freedom from this world... The girl could feel the weight of her existence slowly beginning to lift as she allowed the darkness to consume her, to engulf her self and to silence the concerns of life... Then there was light, a flood of conciousness that nearly blinded the girl with sensations. For a moment her world had become white, and the darkness to the farthest corners of mind. The voice rang out, loud and strong within her psyche, calling forth those feelings of purpose from where they slept, You cannot rest! The man... that man is waiting for you... Hurry, you must go to him. ***** Her eyes opened, revealing the alley just as she had left it a mere 2 chimes before. Blinking slowly the girl tried to move her left arm, but an arching pain raced through her nerves, sending tears streaming down her eyes as she gasped and whimpered softly. Slowly the pain began to ebb away, and the girl was able to bend her arm enough to rest it upon her lap. Those violet eyes took a moment to observe her hand, examining those shimmering fingers as the bent experimentally. Absently, in the very back of her mind, the girl noted that she could move, that her body was not shattered and that her life had been spared. The voice within her mind called out to her once more, urging the girl to her feet where she stood on shaky limbs. One hand rested on the alley wall, taking support from its firmness as the world spun about her. It felt as if she were on the boat once again. If her eyes had been closed, the girl would have sworn she felt the rocking of the waves threaten to throw her from her craft. From the corner of her eye she could see the man's form, that despicable body that harbored the soul of a swine. I would I could snap his neck, and end his miserable existence. The girl paused, taken aback by the force of the thought that just swept through her being. A part of her... A part of her that existed just beneath the surface... It would have killed the man as simply as that. Shivering, the girl realized without a doubt... Death was an absolute, and she could not bear to cause such a state on any person. Shaking her head, she turned to walk unsteadily from the alley, forcing her mind to not contemplate the ferocity of her own inner self... With each step the girl could feel her strength returning. The flow within her had stilled to a calm stream, and her legs no longer shook uncontrollably. A dull thud had begun to form in the back of her mind, a thrumming that seemed to be growing louder with every step, however this was ignored as the man came into view. The girl felt her heart flutter at the sight of him, the crimson of his life spayed upon dirt and clothing as he lay where he was. With a cry the girl rushed and fell to her knees beside him, bruising her aching legs as she scrambled closer and took his head in her hands. Words were lost to her, all thought had fled up upon sight of Mok's bleeding form. Her voice called out in a wordless plea. Please... let him be ok...

[Mok]

Lessira's muffled cry pierced through Mok's ears. At first the myrian could not comprehend what it what it was at all. In his mind, tt was just blind static noise with no meaning. There was no reason at all for him to try to remember it's significance. As the cries countinued, his mind to clear. Slowly, the voice in the darkness became more and more familiar to him. Little did Lessira know, but this was exactly what Mok neeed. Now all he wanted to do was figure out what those cries where. Something happened though. Suddenly everything was clear as day in his conscience. He finally remember what happened and understood that he was dieing right now. Maybe it was a jolt of blood to the brain or maybe it was the ethaerfal's touch, either way at the exact moment the myrian knew what he needed to do: wake up!

Using all his physical and mental strength Mok tried to open his eyes, but alas he could not. By now his mind was working, but his body wasn't. What the hell was going on? The first thing that came to his mind was death. Perhaps he was dead. Mok wouldn't accept death though. He needed to continue to fight, but what could he do? No matter how hard he tried there was no movement in his body at all.

Suddenly, the answer hit him like a sack of bricks to the face. He needed to call upon the darkness in his heart. He needed to manifest all the malice and scorn into power. He needed to embrace revenge. That was he only way out; the answer was clear now. Calling upon the evil in his heart Mok began to gain his senses back. Tasting the blood in the dirt, Mok's bloodlust was revitalized. He wanted to kill. Someone was going to pay the price for his wound. The myrian would not count the cost though. He would achieve this no matter what, even if it meant his own death.

This is how the myrian found strength. With a heart of darkness. Finally, Mok openned his eyes to see Lessira staring back at him. Mok grinned and coughed, "Good looking...help me up..."

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common