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Post by KILLIAN OCTAVIUS THORN on Jul 31, 2019 18:39:24 GMT 1
The rain fell heavily, soaking Killian to the bones. Flashes of lightning lit the darkness, but nothing could fill the empty vessel that the druid had become. He had fallen into his own personal darkness; succumbed to the chaos within him. He sat with his back against a tree, his boots covered with mud. Somehow it all seemed minuscule. Never had he feared death, today was no different. The black spiderweb veins had spread up the far side of his face and neck, across his chest, and down both arms. He should have been in pain, yet he felt nothing. Not the rain. Not the pain. Nothing. To him, the world was still, quiet, if not peaceful. His chaos induced golden eyes stared into the darkness of the forest, semi-aware of the bending leaves and branches under the store. So much beauty in the chaos. So much creation to follow.
A smile formed across his lips, void of any real emotion. The earth around him wilted away as if it had been poisoned. He drew his hand through the mud, let it run between his fingers before his hand dropped back to the soggy ground. He coughed, blood splattering his clothing, washed away by the rain. A trickle of blood poured from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't wipe it away. He'd had moments of clarity recently, times where the curse didn't feel nearly as heavy, but today was different. Today it resembled carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He didn't care.
Golden eyes closed and a mass of thorned vines surrounded him like a protective cocoon before spreading out thirty or so feet, a fortress to keep everyone out, and himself in. Killian nestled down into the curve of the tree's roots, the sound of the rain lulling him into a sleep-like state as his chaos unleashed, pulsating wave after wave until all the runes of his collar activated, and yet it did not stop. He did not scream. He did not flinch. He embraced it, for if he were to go, it would through the magic that had been a blessing and curse throughout his childhood. This magic was his, and he would die with it. Bow Before the King of Thorn template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Aug 1, 2019 13:21:44 GMT 1
Rob had been looking for a suitable time to approach Killian after Cally had mentioned his current state of being. He was worried about him as well, it seemed like it was about time he strapped on his guard gear to go look for the druid. The only reason he bothered in the first place was to make sure he had his injector in case Killian needed sedating. It seemed best to come prepared after checking the tracker information and finding out Killian was in the forest. Approaching the forest, Rob didn’t need to consult anyone to figure out which way was the right way to go in order to find the druid. He just had to follow the chaos to its source. He was grateful he had his lighter when he arrived at the fortress of vines. It might take a while to get through it, but he was determined to reach the druid. Lighting the first vine, he used his powers to spread it out a little too clear a path. The waves of chaos tickled his senses. It hurt, excited him and made him laugh all at once while he worked on making a path for himself. “Hang in there,” he called out to the druid, wanting him to know it was a friendly face that was approaching. He had no illusions this wasn’t going to hurt once he got closer, but right now he was just looking forward to helping his friend.
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Post by KILLIAN OCTAVIUS THORN on Aug 1, 2019 16:14:59 GMT 1
When a druid dies, their body and their magic become part of the earth, bringing creation to everything it touches. Even now, the roots of the tree that he lay against were beginning to engulf him. He could feel the cool touch of life beneath him, a much needed breeze on a hot summer day. Although his creation magic was lost to the chaos, he found some sense of balance in it all. A wrong was finally being righted. Killian had no regrets. Originally he'd wanted to return home for final goodbyes, but he'd convinced himself that everyone around him would be better off without his return to disturb the balance. The cursed child of thorn would finally rest and the rightful king would take his place and rule all of Thorn. His mother and father would pass in peace, his brother Laufey who he'd despised for two decades would become king, his sister Freysha would marry her beloved knight, and his sister Guinevere would find someone to match her kind spirit. Killian wouldn't be there to see everything unfold, but before he'd given into the chaos he'd pictured it this way. Nox hadn't told him that his father had been forced off the throne, his mother had fallen into madness, Freysha had been stripped of her royal status, or that Guinevere had been slain, and all of Thorn was a ruinous mess, all in Laufey's greed for power. It was probably for the best.
He opened his eyes as a voice cut through the sound of rain. Had someone sent a search party? He hadn't exactly tried to hide as he'd headed for the forest. He knew the voice. It belonged to Rob. The man had been a great help during his stay at Manson. If he had a voice, he'd have told the man to not waste his time. Killian didn't want to be saved. There was no reason for him to hang on any longer. He had reached his limit. It was a fruitless endeavor to put himself through the struggle of getting to Killian when the druid had made peace with himself. Thanks for all your help, Rob. His eyes shut once more, the roots wrapped around him the only reason he remained upright. The blood had started to flow in a heavier stream, occasionally several droplets splattered to the ground as he coughed.
The more he declined the greater the pauses between the pulsating chaos became, but each wave was heavier. It resembled a heartbeat, Killian's lifeforce, draining away with each wave. The runes of his collar, which normally glowed red when active had started to turn gold one by one. The curse was in its full effect. Bow Before the King of Thorn template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Aug 3, 2019 19:34:06 GMT 1
Maybe part of his reason for wanting to try to help Killian was selfish, but Rob enjoyed the druid’s company for more than just the chaos he gave off. He didn’t just want to spend time with the man for the high he gave him when he lost control. Heck, if it hadn’t been for being bound to Ezra for a while, he probably would’ve offered to help the druid more. It was just that while he’d wanted to help the man, he also hadn’t wanted the baby vampire to hurt because of him. Rob was slowly working his way through the vines, it didn’t matter if he got cut in the process or hurt by the waves of chaos, he had made a promise to a nephilim that he would try to help their mutual friend if he could. If that meant suffering in order to get to him, then so be it. Besides, he was almost giddy despite hurting so it was worth it as far as he was concerned. When he finally reached the druid, Rob gently touched his face. “Don’t give up,” he said quietly. While healing someone else took a toll on him, Rob was also being fed by the chaos Killian was giving off. He wouldn’t be able to fix the druid with his powers alone, but he wanted to try to patch him up a little before they could go anywhere. The man looked pale and like he was barely holding on and he couldn’t have that. If he could help in some small way, regardless of what happened to him, right now that was worth it. Even if they just wound up trapped together in the wines until someone else came along. If there was one thing he didn’t do, it was give up on his friends.
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Post by KILLIAN OCTAVIUS THORN on Aug 3, 2019 23:16:15 GMT 1
Golden eyes opened as he felt the touch of another. His gaze slowly lifted and he blinked away the water from his lashes as the rain continued to pour down now that the barrier of vines had been breached. 'Don't give up.' That seemed to be a theme when it came to those that cared for him. So many people had urged him to not give up. Somewhere along the lines, he'd stopped listening. The druid lifted his free arm and took hold of Rob's wrist, his grasp lax. He didn't have the energy to yank the man's hand away. Nor did he have the energy to treat Rob as he had treated Cally. The fight had been taken out of him. Slowly he shook his head.
Just stay with me for a while. It'll be over soon enough. The words that were usually etched in fire was formed in water. At the present moment, it was easier to use whatever element was present. I've used my time to the best of my abilities. Now I rest. He couldn't change the past, so he'd let it go. I'm okay with things as they are now. He would have been fine alone, but having company as he passed would be fine. Darkness clouded his vision as he started to slip into unconsciousness, the tree roots pulling him further in, snaking around him with crushing pressure, almost as if it had accepted some noble sacrifice and was unwilling to let go. His arm dropped to his side. This is the way it is meant to be. My Kingdom and all of its people will be at peace. He couldn't recall if he'd ever told Rob about who he was. Daisy and Cally and Nox were the only ones he'd openly told.
I'm not afraid, Rob. You can let me go. Whatever it was that the Nephilim was doing, Killian knew it was slowing the inevitable. Healing that which was already damaged and broken. How had he come across such good people? Had he deserved such kindness when his very existence brought so much pain? Tha- the water splashed to the ground in a puddle as Killian went into a fit of coughing before vomiting blood tinged black. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. For a moment the druid was silent before he slowly recovered. Thanks for everything. Bow Before the King of Thorn template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Aug 6, 2019 19:25:05 GMT 1
Killian certainly had seen better days and Rob wished there was something he could do to return him to them. All he could think of doing was try to heal him up. He needed to get him inside again before it was too late. Rob smiled at the words etched in water, even if they were bittersweet. “You’re not done,” he said, sounding a little sad because he was. When the tree seemed to pull him further in, Rob didn’t care if he was getting scratched too, he reached around Killian and tried to pull the Druid towards him. If he could just heal him a little more. “How can we help you beat this?” he said, wrapping his arms around the druid. He wasn’t leaving him alone to his fate, no way, no how, it didn’t matter what else was going on right now, he was determined to help this kid. “You deserve better than disappearing like this,” he said, leaning his forehead against Killian’s. Rob knew that if he failed to help Killian and he disappeared forever, there were people who would miss him, people who’d blame Rob for not doing more. Hell, he’d blame himself. At this point, he was fully aware that he’d never be able to completely heal Killian, but he could keep him alive. Help keep him breathing. As long as the magic was flowing out of the druid, Rob would be able to keep him alive, now he just wished he’d told someone to come find them. He might need help getting them inside if he could free the druid from the roots.
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Post by KILLIAN OCTAVIUS THORN on Aug 13, 2019 21:09:15 GMT 1
Why cling to a life when there was nothing left? He knew that the balance of those he called friends here at Manson would briefly be disrupted, but time would heal their wounds. This was for his people. This was for the lives that he'd sworn to protect when his father had bestowed the responsibility of kingship on him as a mere child. Not once had he ever thought of walking away from that life. No was no different. He could not bring peace to his people as he was now. He could not help them live and prosper when he was the very center of their fear and grief. So many instances where he'd walked the streets with his family and the people had turned their backs and lowered their heads. They feared him, whispered of the prophecy, and did their best to stay clear for fear that anything might set him off. Killian had felt so ostracized. He'd only been a child and yet his very existence had shut him off from the world. You can walk away. Killian met the man's gaze. I do not wish to put you or anyone else through this torment. This is the way it must be. To save the lives of those I swore to protect, like the Kings before me. Yes, the circumstances were far different, but it didn't matter. Death is hard for some, but I welcome it. I am willing to sacrifice myself for the sake of those people. They may never know, but they shall have peace. Their children and their children's children will play freely without worry and without fear. They shall know no pain. I will endure it for them, for I am King.Killian couldn't fight Rob off as the man tried to pull him from the tree. They were both soaked in rainwater, and yet Killian could still feel the warmth of the Nephilim. You can't beat fate. I deserve less than this. I was never meant to be born, and yet here I am. That was more than I could ever ask for. Meeting you was more than I could ever ask for. I have clung to this life for too long. It is time to part ways. He smiled at the other male with their foreheads resting against one another. The last rune on the collar activated and golden eyes held a spark of life faded as the chaos drew back into him before it exploded like a timed bomb. ~~~ "My King. My Killie. My brother. You have borne this burden for so long, clung to life for so long. The Prophets of Amunrak spoke long before your birth, before my birth, before any birth of the children of King Thalin and Queen Callista. 'The illusion of balance will shatter with the birth of chaos and all will kneel before the King of Thorn.' You have walked this plane of existence carrying a burden that you were never meant to bear. You were merely the key that turned the lock." Freysha reached out and gently placed her hand upon her brother's cheek. "If you die, so will our line. Darkness has overtaken the kingdom. I have searched long and hard to find you, to deliver this message. Laufey knows you're alive. He sent the Ghoul to slay you. He will allow no one to stand in his way. Father is dead. Mother is dead. Guinevere is dead. I do not have much time left. The False King Laufey forced Father to step down. It drove Mother into madness and she took her own life. Guinevere was murdered trying to get to the Prophets. I have bore a child with the Knight Commander, but she will never know her lineage. She lives amongst the people, but if she's ever found out, she will die. Laufey has taken many wives, but he will never father children. My time is short Killian. You are the last of the Druids of Thorn. Find Adalyne, protect her. Protect our home." She embraced him fully. "Killian, fate falls hard on your shoulders, but know you are never alone. The Prophets have spoken: A Chaos embraced will live like Legends. The Flower of Destruction will seek its darkness in Creation on the Eve of Spring and breathe life into an era of Kings." Freysha smiled at him, it was probably the first time he'd ever seen such warmth directed at him from her. "I love you, Killie."
Killian stared at his sister. She looked well, just as he had remembered her. The words she spoke were clear as crystal, but he had a hard time digesting them. Everyone he knew and loved was dead, and Freysha was soon to follow. Nox had lied to him. Laufey had gone mad. The Kingdom was in ruin. He clung to her, knowing this was the last time he'd ever see his sister. His sister who had been so strict, but had always watched over him. Who had faced Laufey for him. That had endured a curse for him. "I will not fail," he promised. "I will find Adalyne. She will know that her mother would have made a fierce Queen. She will know that her father led a legion of great men. She will be protected. The Kingdom will be protected. I swear this on my life." He was afraid to let go. Afraid to say goodbye, but he could already feel himself being dragged back into consciousness. "I love you, Freysha."~~~ Killian woke gasping for air. Somewhere between his thought to be last moments and waking up, he'd stopped breathing. He wasn't sure for how long or even how much time had passed, but now that he was awake, two things were certain; he was pissed off and Laufey had to die. At the moment, he wasn't fully aware of where he was. Bow Before the King of Thorn template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Aug 15, 2019 17:13:18 GMT 1
Robert wasn’t just trying to save Killian because he was too young to die. He was trying to save him for his own sake and that of Cally’s too. And anyone else who’d befriended the druid during his stay at Manson. Everyone that were likely to blame Rob if he did nothing to save his friend. Rob didn’t care what happened to himself, he was just trying to get the druid to hold on. Try to get him to not give up and fade to nothing. The druid’s words didn’t exactly make him want to let him go either. Just because he was ready to die didn’t mean Rob was ready to lose a friend. Maybe that was selfish of him, but so be it. They couldn’t both be selfless. “I can’t walk away,” he said quietly. He’d never forgive himself if he did that. Once the words had really sunk in though, he knew there was nothing he could do to stop this, only delay it for his own reasons. It was obvious that his attempts at healing the druid was having little effect at all and he sighed heavily. There really was nothing he could do, it didn’t make it any easier to accept it, but he was determined to hold the druid close at the very least. “You’re not doing this alone.” It was the best he could do it seemed. Be there until the bitter end. Someone as genuine as Killian didn’t deserve to die alone. Hell, nobody probably deserved to die alone, but Killian definitely didn’t. If that was what was meant to happen here, Rob would hold on. Soaked by the rain, burned by the chaos, it didn’t matter. Didn’t even matter that the thorns had cut him, he was staying put. Seeing his friend through until the end so he’d know he was loved. Knew he wasn’t going to be forgotten that easily. Or, he’d meant to do that at least. When the chaos exploded out of Killian like that, Rob was thrown back. He was a wreck. All the chaos he’d soaked up was making him laugh almost manically, but his heart was broken. If he’d had a choice in the matter, he wouldn’t have been laughing at all, but he couldn’t control himself. He couldn’t stop the tears either though, or the desire to burn the whole forest down. Sadly, all he could do was lay there. It didn’t matter if he’d realized he couldn’t heal the druid and make everything ok, he blamed himself for Killian dying. The guilt over not being able to do more was preventing his healing ability from kicking in and healing himself, so he couldn’t move from where the blast had landed him. All he could do was lay there, aching, feeling like he was floating, laughing, crying… bleeding all at once. Passing out right about now sounded nice, at least he wouldn’t have to feel for a while, but he was too filled with adrenaline for that right now. His mind fleetingly wandered to Ezra for a moment, grateful for one small part of all this at least. He was grateful the vampire didn’t have to feel the chaos of emotions he was drowning in right now. He was completely unaware that the druid had survived, didn’t even know where he’d ended up.
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Post by KILLIAN OCTAVIUS THORN on Aug 18, 2019 19:22:11 GMT 1
Killian couldn't make sense of his surroundings. Everything was still a haze, almost as if his brain hadn't caught up to the fact that he was alive and no longer in Freysha's dying light. The thought alone triggered a grief so raw that the rain stopped; frozen in time. Killian's collar reactivated to its full extent, but it held no power over the druid. Where it had previously brought him crippling pain, the collar was no more than an itch he could not scratch. Those golden eyes of his bled to endless pools of drowning black. "Enough." That single word and the collar shattered, crumbling to pieces that sunk into the earth around him.
Freedom was meant to be something worth celebrating, yet here he was, unbound from the shackles of a two decade long curse and he felt empty. No more than a mere shadow of himself. An empty shell with nothing to fill it. Everything he ever loved, everyone he'd ever cared for was dead. Sorrow swept over him again and he screamed his frustration, for what more was there to do? The rain began to fall; heavy, cold as ice despite the heat that had plagued them the past few weeks. Maybe he was just imagining it to be that way. Perhaps in his grief, he'd imagined it to be so much colder to match the cruelty of this reality he was forced to face. Freysha promised he'd never be alone, and yet he'd never felt lonelier.
How many times had he dreamed of reuniting with his family? How many times hours had he spent silently praying to the gods of old for all the wrongs to right themselves? How many times had he entertained the thought of returning home to find everything in order? As a child, he'd forced himself to come to terms with his absence being the best thing for his homeland. As an adult he'd come face to face with death willingly, offered up his very existence, only to be informed that it had all been for not. He didn't have the energy to give the bitter laugh that threatened to spill from his lips. Instead, he allowed himself to fall back onto the muddy earth and silently weep. He grieved not for the injustices done onto him, but for the loss of his mother, father, and sisters. For the pain they had suffered. For the grief they'd endured.
Death would have been kinder. What more did he have to live for? Adalyne? A child that would never know who she was unless he personally sought her out. His people? They who shunned him from the start. There was nothing worth living for. Yet he had promised to do just that. Live, for the sake of his tormented people. For the sake of his niece. Revenge had recently been his only motivation, but now he just wanted to die and join his family. Was this his destiny? To live a life of misery?
He draped an arm across his face, the other balled into the fabric of his shirt. Living was a far worse fate than death. The weariness began to set in slowly. The aftermath of the damage rearing its ugly head. Admittedly, the feeling of pain was nice. It was a bittersweet reminder that he was alive. The steady flow of chaos and creation intertwining like reunited lovers, a rekindled fire, a cool warmth that filled his soul. It felt good. No matter how downtrodden he felt, he could not deny that the rebalanced flow of his magic felt good. It was refreshing. The druid shook his head slowly. He'd regained what he'd lost, but at what cost? Killian's grip tightened on his shirt until his knuckles turned white.
"I cannot fail. I won't fail." Failure was not an option. "But I can't do this alone." He was so tired of walking this path alone. He'd walk through fire, through hell and back if he had to, but this burden was too heavy to bear alone. Killian was at his limit of standing alone against all odds.
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Aug 20, 2019 19:03:59 GMT 1
Rob was still laughing, but the rain had finally managed to bring him a little more to his senses. At least to the point where he eventually managed to quiet himself again. He still felt like he was floating on a cloud and didn’t really know what was hurting because everything hurt. He’d never really been too sure whether or not he’d had a soul until right now, but he figured he wouldn’t be feeling like the ground should just swallow him up now if he didn’t have one. He’d missed Killian’s scream or the first word Killian had spoken because he’d been struggling to get himself back under control. He thought he heard someone speaking though and finally managed to sit himself up enough to look around. “Killian?” he called out, his voice full of disbelief. Surely he was just imaging things, right? He must be, they should both be gone now. Rob had never heard the druid speak before, so he couldn’t be entirely sure it was his voice he’d even heard, but he hadn’t been aware of anyone else around either. In the end, Rob decided to crawl towards where he thought he’d heard a voice. He just had to know. Even if he didn’t get too far before he just laid back down on the ground. No, moving was too hard. “Killian?” he called out again, figuring it was probably best to double-check.
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Post by KILLIAN OCTAVIUS THORN on Aug 22, 2019 18:58:37 GMT 1
The black haired druid was still disoriented. He'd been more focused on this new predicament instead of the current one, so when someone called his name he looked startled. Deep brown eyes peered through the darkness, but he couldn't see a thing. Was he hallucinating? It was possible considering the amount of trauma his body had been put through. Killian turned his head in the direction of the voice to get a better view, but the rain was pouring far too heavily. Where was he anyway? He took a slow breath and sat up even slower. "Stop," he said quietly. The rain slowed and Killian leaned forward some. It was a bit easier to breathe when he didn't have to support himself.
He slowly recapped the events that had taken place. He had a lot of blank moments in his memory, but he did recall the last few moments before Freysha. Someone had been trying their best to save him, to keep him clinging to life, willing him to live. "Rob," he breathed. "Rob was here." If he could make the sun rise, he would, but he wasn't that powerful. Some light would definitely be helpful. Again someone called out and Killian was one hundred percent sure it was the Nephilim. "I'm here," he called back. The druid pushed himself to his feet. He managed to take two steps before the world spun in a circle and Killian found himself laying on the ground.
Instinctively he curled up, a low groan escaping him as he tried to ride the wave of pain. When it was over, Killian sat up, covered in mud, blood, and rainwater. He took several shaky breaths. He didn't know what was wrong, but he was in need of medical attention. The ground beneath him started to move and he was lifted to his feet with the support of tree roots that formed a path to the guard. Killian slowly made his way to the other where he dropped to his knees beside him once the roots disappeared back into the ground. "Are you okay?" Had he done this damage? He reached out to the other, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. "If I provide you with chaos can you heal?" What Killian wanted to do was pass out, but first, he had to fix the damage he'd done to the man that had saved his life. Bow Before the King of Thorn template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Aug 23, 2019 17:52:27 GMT 1
Rob kind of felt like he had been run over by a truck, but he knew he’d recover eventually. He hadn’t found anything that could easily kill him yet, despite often finding himself in dangerous situations. He’d heal. Honestly, just hearing Killian call back made him feel tons better. Sure, he wasn’t actually healing just yet, but at least that grip on his heart was gone, he was filled with relief instead. He hadn’t failed. Killian was still alive. And he could talk. Sure, Rob didn’t know what that meant, but the alive part meant he hadn’t failed. Even if it hadn’t been his doing that Killian was still alive, he hadn’t let the druid die and that was a weight off of his chest, that’s for sure. Rob turned his head when Killian dropped to his knees beside him like that, unsure how either of them were still breathing really. “As much as I’d love to say yes, I don’t think I can handle that right now,” he admitted. He’d definitely had his fill and then some. Besides, Killian had seen better days himself. “Close your eyes,” he said, reaching out to touch the druid’s arm. “I’ll be fine, just need time. But we need to get to the medical wing and I doubt either of us can walk there,” he was smiling slightly at the man though, pleased he was still breathing. “I’m gonna get us there, then we can both rest, and talk when we’re all patched up.” Keeping his grip on Killian, he used his powers and brought them to the medical wing. Normally, he would’ve been able to land them both there on their feet, but right now he was too tired to be coordinated. Rob himself landed face first on the floor, he could only hope he’d managed to land Killian in the same kneeling position he’d been in before and not on top of himself or something. Honestly, he wouldn’t really have noticed either way. He’d passed out the moment they were in the medical wing. He had really only aimed for the hallway right now, it seemed safest. It had been worth using his last energy though, and definitely better than using the radio and wait for someone to drag them both from the forest.
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