11-13-2018, 07:35 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
A fool. A damned fool.
He should have evaded the temptation of the mainland once discovering the blight that infected both the land and individual lives.
But he wanted to help, to recruit and heal.
Unfortunately, his plan backfired when he became arrogant and assumed himself safe from the plague.
It weighs him down as he flies across the bay, like lead weights attached to each of his limbs. It takes every ounce of will and strength he can muster to reach the island. His landing, unfortunately, reflects his exhaustion as he stumbles forward from the momentum, his face almost skimming across the sand. Quick actions prevent his fall. Much to Tiphon’s luck, no one is nearby. He retreats into the foliage to regain his composure before traversing the landscape to find another part of the beach where the dragon heavily alights and observes the surroundings. ”Hello,” his voice is jubilant despite how the fatigue is sinking into his bones, weakening him. It’s so early in the infection, however, that no other symptoms have surfaced.
He swallows past the lump of concern in his throat as he walks closer with scrutinizing eyes. ”I’m Tiphon. Welcome to the Island Resort,” he wants to abbreviate it by simply referring to it as the island, but Ischia fits in that simple description as well. That much, he knows. Why? He isn’t sure. To this day, Tiphon isn’t quite certain why he was awakened or why he had only come to life with so few memories. He knew his name, his parents, and his twin. Nothing more was provided to him – no, not even a purpose. Since he abandoned the abysmal darkness, he has desperately searched for his place and a means to aid those who need it most. Somehow, it brought him here.
Little does Tiphon know the relation he has to this reptilian beast. It would shatter his heart to realize how much he has missed, and how little he remembers of a treasurable life.
He should have evaded the temptation of the mainland once discovering the blight that infected both the land and individual lives.
But he wanted to help, to recruit and heal.
Unfortunately, his plan backfired when he became arrogant and assumed himself safe from the plague.
It weighs him down as he flies across the bay, like lead weights attached to each of his limbs. It takes every ounce of will and strength he can muster to reach the island. His landing, unfortunately, reflects his exhaustion as he stumbles forward from the momentum, his face almost skimming across the sand. Quick actions prevent his fall. Much to Tiphon’s luck, no one is nearby. He retreats into the foliage to regain his composure before traversing the landscape to find another part of the beach where the dragon heavily alights and observes the surroundings. ”Hello,” his voice is jubilant despite how the fatigue is sinking into his bones, weakening him. It’s so early in the infection, however, that no other symptoms have surfaced.
He swallows past the lump of concern in his throat as he walks closer with scrutinizing eyes. ”I’m Tiphon. Welcome to the Island Resort,” he wants to abbreviate it by simply referring to it as the island, but Ischia fits in that simple description as well. That much, he knows. Why? He isn’t sure. To this day, Tiphon isn’t quite certain why he was awakened or why he had only come to life with so few memories. He knew his name, his parents, and his twin. Nothing more was provided to him – no, not even a purpose. Since he abandoned the abysmal darkness, he has desperately searched for his place and a means to aid those who need it most. Somehow, it brought him here.
Little does Tiphon know the relation he has to this reptilian beast. It would shatter his heart to realize how much he has missed, and how little he remembers of a treasurable life.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION
@[Wallace] @[Sabrael]
It didn't seem like Wallace was there saying hi to Sabrael, so Tiphon didn't acknowledge her. If I need to edit this, let me know! xoxo