Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

Khrelan huffed, a small cloud of vapor puffing out from his breath as the icy radiation worked to keep his body sufficiently cool. This was not happening, though it really was. It was only his stubborn mind not accepting this, even when it was plan as day. He held his tongue as she told him why he was here, and what the true tournament's purpose was. That was all it was? A show of strength? Is that honestly what dragging others from their world was all about? Having grown up on a relatively peaceful planet, the only real combat being them, the large beasts that sought his kind as prey and those other beasts that the Praoamians hunted, he found it hard to believe that such brutality was a form of celebration. He didn't consider that his own kind's view of life might be just as well condemned by others, or that some might even call it worse. He squinted as the guards came in once more, carrying what appeared to be a metal surface covered in tan-grey mush and a clear vessel holding a bluish liquid. On his planet, the water was colored green it seemed to move like water, but perhaps it was something different. He dipped a digit into the mush and tasted it a tad bitter, but it had texture and tasted very slightly like the quosum meal that his people used in times of great lack of prey as sustinence. It would fill him up, of that he was certain. But he wished for a coraberry's sweetness to counteract the alkalinity a little. His appetite absent for the moment, he felt compelled to respond. On my planet, I was already slated to die for the greatest cause my people can Continuance. We all die, but my death was meant to be honorable and in complete solitude. Not a spectacle for others to view for their pleasure and your people should be ashamed for hiding their bloodthirst behind a celebration. There is no reason to celebrate other than the gratification of such base desires. It is disgusting and foul. he then snarled at her, already having formed his opinion of her people's view on the world. One that might get at her as she had done to him. Continuing to forego his food for the time being, but staring at it as if in contemplation, he then added But if it is true what you say...Then I already know what I will wish for. That last bit was added with quite the dose of venom in his tone. Looking down at his hands, the burning palms held out and turned upward, he mentally prayed as he closed his eyes, Great Patron...Please hear my cry. Give me strength to see this through. Give me the strength to make it through this ordeal. Let me make it home. Home so that I may carry out Your inescapable will. He continued to pray, his ears having been silenced by the words that floated through his mind, for several minutes. Once he was done, only then did he start to eat his food. The liquid seemed...thicker...than water, but it was void of taste or texture like that which he was used to. It wet his throat, so he supposed that was good enough. As he ate, he felt his body re-energize more the 'flames' covering became a little more vibrant than before, putting out some heat to - by accident - take some of the cold off of his fellow prisoner. The night wore on into the day, and soon Khrelan went to sleep, deciding to heed his companion's advice and rest. As he saw no other way out of this, it seemed he was forced to comply. A temporary leash, that was better than death...For now, at least.