Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

Of course he couldn't just die... Oh no he had to wake back up once the wolves started at his flesh. A sharp pain in his shoulder was the first terrible bite, Durihan letting out a groan of pain. Pathetic how he was awake again but had little to no energy to actually do anything about these damn wolves. Why was he so willing to give up now? It just seemed so easy... To finally let it all slip away, he didn't care anymore that much was for sure. But curious that wolves could speak. Wait what the wolves for speaking? The man turned his head to the side, looking to see not a wolf but a figure. Why did the figure bite him on his shoulder? Poor Durihan couldn't even remember the arrows sticking out from his shoulder let alone how they got there. To his surprise he would start to rise, barely being pulled up by the hooded figure. It took some time but whoever this was had gotten him back up, his world shifting suddenly which only served to give him a headache on par with those that came with excess drinking. He was hearing words but what they were just didn't register in his head, and before long he was being pushed against a horse. The prodding and pushing was getting annoying, but just like with his lack of luster in defending himself from those imaginary wolves, he pretty much went with the flow. Slowly lugging himself up and over onto the horse. From there it seemed he was free to pass out again, every so often the occasional trot stirring him from his slumber. It was fascinating really, it felt like every time he blinked there was a new scene around him. First it was a dense forest... Followed by a light wood, a dirt trail, gates, and then a castle. At the castle he was able to look to the figure who's hood was now off to reveal a woman. Hair as dark as the night... And skin as pale as.... The sight of her quickly faded as everything went black. Durihan wasn't aware of time, wasn't aware of the care that was being given to him by a nurse. In that darkness he found himself back in capital, adorned in golden armor... His family sigil hanging in the great hall with the rest of the noble families. A voice calling out his name, one so soft and sweet it would thaw any heart of ice in seconds. He would turn and the walls would shift, the light turning into darkness and his armor would melt away. Suddenly he was trapped behind bars, hands chained to the floor and gashes along his back and chest showed what torture he had been through. AHHHH!!! Durihan shouted loudly as he woke up, chest violent rising and falling, sweat covering him from head to toe. The last thing he remembered was fighting in that cursed forest.. and now he was in a bed? Stripped to is underwear with bandages along his body? What happened? Where was his sword and armor? It took a few seconds for him to realize that a nurse was in the room, already having jumped back after he had awoken so savagely. His questions could wait however, there was something more pressing that needed to be attended too. Bring me food! Durihan stated, practically ordered to the nurse. Dying was hungry business after all, and when he was brought food and drink the man would quickly begin devouring it. Any thoughts of etiquette far from his mind.