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    An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Ahote on 9th August 2016, 8:53 am


    I WANT MY FAMILY, BOTH MY ADOPTED AND REAL FAMILY.
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    "Gyaaaaah!!!"

    In the infirmary of the Basilisk Fang fort rested a small, pale boy with raven black locks and crimson eyes. But he wasn't as cute during this time of day. His eyes were bloodshot from all the constant sobbing, and the corners of his mouth and lips were also red and irritated from how much screaming he did, never seeming to close his mouth. The irises in his bloodshot eyes were tiny and trembling, unable to close them to the dreadful pain that consumed him. And what was this pain? His left arm had been completely engulfed in magenta flames, burning away the limb while he was completely conscious. He felt the layers of skin burn off until they looked nothing like charcoal-black. Nearly a third of the upper part of the bed was covered in dried blood from the arm, but the sheets never burned. It was exclusive to his body only.

    It had actually been three or so hours after the flames ignited and he was carried all the way back over to the fort by Famine, and left to his lonesome while they supposedly searched for medication or treatment. Or at least Sol. It had been a few hours now so they could be back any minute, but every minute was terribly long for the innocent Ahote, as every minute, he felt part of his arm melt away in the most excruciating pain. He felt the most sensitive layer of skin slowly, slowly be torn away from the unstoppable force. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, he could only scream and cry.

    More blood slowly gushed from the pours in his disgusting skin of the arm, only reddening the bed up again. He was covered in bruises and scrapes and scratches from the harsh training he had gotten from Sol, as he also triggered his magic. But his magic... was a deadly force to himself and others, the proof being his arm. The flame never spread, but never ceased. He was alone inside the infirmary.

    Ahote laid on his back and never laid any other way, and only stared at the dirty ceiling of the infirmary. Last time he woke up in here, he was malnourished and starving, along with being dehydrated after getting lost in the East Forest of Magnolia Town, and found by Famine, his foster Mother. Of course, his real Mother, Kanix, was back in Magnolia Town. And he addressed her as "Mommy", as he addressed Famine as "Mama". He had many other family figures in this fort as well. Jade being like his Big Sister, and Sol claiming to be his Father. It was all very confusing, but he accepted them as his second family. They treated him kindly and practically spoiled him with attention. But this.. he had never experienced anything like this.

    His strained, frozen eyes slowly made their way over to his arm to look at the horrific sight. He saw a completely muscle-red arm with black skin here and there, the first two layers of his skin had already melted off, flakes of it covered his body and the bed. His fingernails slowly began to char, and he felt every smaller set of nerves in his outer layers of skin begin to melt. And it was when the flames began to tear at those set of nerves that a pain more excruciating than the last had arose. He wanted his Mother. He didn't know know which one he wanted. The people who came to mind was Kanix and Famine, but Famine was the one who needed to be here the most. He sobbed again, feeling the heat of his own flame making him sweat.

    "MAMA!! Mama! Mama!!" He screamed and gasped, only to cry out for help again, "I'm sorry!! Someone make it stop!! PLEASE!!! BIG SIS, FATHER!! GYAAAAAAH!!" He kicked and screamed, but only six more days to go.

    I JUST WANT TO SEE THEM. I WANT TO BE OKAY.
    PHARAOH LEAP.


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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Sol on 12th August 2016, 7:19 pm

    In the corner of the infirmary was the boys green haired father figure Sol working desperately to concoct something that would ease the boys pain or put out the fire, but at the moment the man was having trouble concentrating due to his surrogate sons screams constantly ringing in his ears. After a moment two lower rank mages ran in with vials and bottles of various liquids, “Boss we found what you were looking for sorry it took so long” one of them said before Sol snatched the bottles violently from them.”Next time be faster the longer you take the longer he is in pain now get out of my sight and guard the door NOW!” the dragon slayer snarled at them causing them to scurry away and do as they were told.

    Hold on Ahote please I’m going as fast as I can” he said sadly as he started mixing chemicals together causing some to rapidly bubble before calming and after a few more mixes Sol had something he belived would dull the pain somewhat so it wouldn’t be as agonizing but he required one ingredient to be effective and after the slayer spit into the mix to add just the faintest amount of his magic to it the mixture was ready. " Ahote Son I promise this will help you just please stay still for just a moment” he said trying to stay calm. The mixture was designed to be a powerful painkiller and had no negative ingredients in it the bit of his magic was only needed to make it last longer and be more effective against other magical inflected wounds.. He took a needle and drew the mix into it but relized he would need someone to help him hold Ahote down for even a moment to allow him to give him the shot..


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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Famine on 15th August 2016, 8:21 pm





    Die A Hero, Or Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain


    Her arm still stretched behind her, fingers brushing the Infirmary doorknob. This tiny bit of posture showed her anxiety to return to the crying child  inside.  Famine had told Ahote she’d only be gone for a second. Despite the seriousness of Ahote’s ailment now she was responsible for informing her guild on the situation.--In this case the accident, and the backfiring of Ahote’s magic. Not everyone seemed to understand the seriousness.

    “So your kiddo is having some sort of a boo-boo with his magic. What about my sleep, he’s been carrying on for hours now.” One of her Basilisks snapped up at Famine from the guild floor, standing front and center beneath the rail-lined hall she stood.

    Her azure eyes narrowed down at the fool. How dare he share such petty complaints. He might not of been able to sleep in guild quarters but neither could her boy in his pain. The hands of the gothic clock which hung on the balcony behind her, began to spin like the fans of a windmill and suddenly the glass covering the mechanism shattered. The reflective shards collapsed to the floor around her like hostile and glittering snow. The guild master's hands had since knotted into fists at her sides. Her subordinates needed to learn to watch their tongues… she wouldn’t put up with any of it. Not today.

    “You two,” Her gaze  snapped towards two idle mages sitting down off to the side at one of the dusty round tables. They both went rigid; unlike the wise cracker they knew it was best to not even speak with Famine under the current circumstances. “I’m sure it’s more quiet below the fort, show your friend here to the dungeons. Do be sure to make him feel welcome with that new skin peeling technique.”

    “But--” They all argued in unisense.

    “I want you to widdle down to all the nerves in his arms or I'll skin all three of you myself!” He deserved to feel the level of suffering Ahote did for daring to test her. Without another word or gesture, she sank back and tugged open the infirmary door.

    --

    Famine slipped into the dreadful room, door clicking shut on the guildhall behind her.  She changed herself in moments from the cruel leader to a solemn parent. The mage pressed a pale hand to her forehead, brushing up her bangs and knocking her hood down as she gingerly approached Ahote’s bedside; Her eyes had only flickered to the venom dragonslayer a moment. “Sol’s going to help you-- He’s made you ... medicine...”  With a struggling expression, Famine explained to the boy who may or may not have perceived her words over his cries. it was uncertain the news would make him feel any better or rather any kind of news would.  Nothing could begin to compare to the physical and psychological anguish he was going through and thus there was no possible way for her to sympathize with his pain. Famine had felt all kinds of agony in her lifetime; Beaten, violated, abandoned, but this was a new kind of torture--and for a child his age.

    She was now close enough to lay her fingers on the corner of the mattress now. Famine told herself she wasn’t going to cry, or break in any sort of fashion. Keeping the slightest bit of composure caused her stomach to twist itself in knots.

    “Ahote,”

    She could've muscled through this if it was anyone else in that bed… but it was her boy who cried for her-- and what could she do? Nothing but remain at his side helpless.

    “I’m here.”

    Her presence was all she knew to offer.



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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Ahote on 27th August 2016, 1:38 pm


    THIS STORY STARTED WITH MY DISSECTION

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    Ahote continued to sob, gasping after each time he ran out of air to scream. The pain in his arm never seemed to stop, it only got more intense and painful as the magenta flames ate away at his arm. Chewing through skin and tissue like nothing with his fiery jaws and sharp, sparking talons. Despite such bright, intense flames, nothing else burned. No person, no object, they all remained dormant. It was just this seven year old that suffered a pain that most normal people don't experience in a lifetime. Or at least not all at once. It was in this instant that an series of tearjerking memories flashed in his mind. He thought he was going to die, but he never did. It was the painful sensation of water filling your lungs but never drowning, forever thinking that maybe, just maybe you'd drown, but you wouldn't.

    It was a sad truth that this pain never settled, and he was left thinking that this was the end for him, but little did they all know that this would only last a few days. But this arm was already beyond repair. Ahote struggled to lay still, kicking and screaming every instant that he could. "It hurts!!! Gywaaah!!!! MAMA! SOL! PLEASE!! WYAAAAAH!" He jerked back and forth as he felt Sol sway closer to him with some sort of treatment, he couldn't feel it pierce his skin, but he felt the liquid be pushed into his system, causing for him to sob harder.

    The pain was indescribable, but it wasn't like he could describe it in this condition. What he wanted was Kanix, his real Mother. He wanted to jump into her arms and cry into her chest as she would hold him and tell him everything would be okay. But she was gone for the time being. And he only had Famine. But what was Famine to Ahote? She was... his Guardian. But she was also more than that, she was more than a guardian. She was his adopted Mother, apart of his second family. His attachment to Famine was different than his with Sol, seeing as Sol was the Father he never had. He was the only Father he could call Father, even though in truth he wasn't as loving as Ahote wanted him to be. Kanix and Famine, his two Mothers. He had loved Kanix with all of his heart, nothing could break his Mother-Son bond and affection for her. But nothing could break the bond and affection he had for Famine either. But right now? The mother he wanted was Kanix.

    At the thought, Ahote swallowed the cries and pain and stopped gasping and crying, and instead groaned and sniffled, making out words with a struggling difficulty. "I-..I... want my Mommy... B-...but... I also want... Nngh... Famine. and Sol..." It was at that moment that he went silent again, panting lightly and closing his eyes. His eyes were heavy, and he could no longer keep them open. What Ahote was trying to say is that he honestly wanted to be with his real family, but he didn't dare doubt his love for Famine and Sol. His second family. His adopted Parents. No matter who was the biological son of, he was their child too. But right now? At this moment?

    Kanix Laspor was the one he wanted to hug.
    AND NOW ITS ENDING IN MY RESURRECTION
    PHARAOH LEAP.


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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Sol on 31st August 2016, 11:54 pm

    As his surrogate son kept screaming in pain despite him trying to relive some of it and as he saw Ahote sob harder Sol gritted his teeth in anger, he was not happy but not at Ahote at himself for pushing the boy to this point. He had not ment for the child to have this happen to him”Dovah Rah lig oblaan ok faaz nunon wahl nii vuth” he begged in his fathers language as he didn’t want to see the boy in this much pain anymore it was driving him up the walls .

    While this happened Sols body started to get covered in a teal aura as his negative emotions just deepened and got stronger, the anger and guilt at himself and the sadness at what Ahote was feeling were massing inside of him and were causing his gravity magic to be replaced with something different something much darker and dangerous. While his body had the aura even though he did not notice it he gave off no magic power but what he did give off had a very very evil feel to it far worse then anything he had given off before.

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    Dragon Gods please end his pain just make it stop


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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Famine on 9th September 2016, 4:49 pm





    Die A Hero, Or Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain


    Mommy… That was a word of new origin which fled Ahote’s tongue. Famine had never heard the boy speak of his… born mother. She suppressed the thought...there were more important matters to consider at the moment; Sol who was almost creating a greater scene than Ahote.

    “If you cannot contain yourself, Sol, you may leave.” Famine spoke in that ice cold tone, not even shooting him a glance as she bit the words… Maybe it was because she knew that she was being hypocritical. Famine could hardly keep herself contained in the wake of this crisis.

    She couldn't stomach the agony. What kept her standing... what kept her sane? Was it the fear of being seen in a state of such pity? Though even that seemed to be damaging her composure psychologically. The fear of showing her fear....The fear of having her own weaknesses exposed to the world; her world, her guild.

    Famine  was beginning to sound like a broken record: "I'm here, Ahote. I'm here." Famine promised slowly as she inched up to the boy's bedside. Doubts began to settle in her mind that she wasn’t able to do enough for him-- or that he loved her less for allowing this to happen. “I’m sorry that this happened.” She apologized to him, small and timid. Right at his side she could feel the heat of the flames from where she stood as though she stood in front of a fireplace of agony with the wood being Ahote’s flesh.At the moment she could only sympathize- that wasn’t enough.

    Famine could feel pain but she swore to herself to never suffer, She could feel the agony but promised to never ever cry. Fighting any urge to pull away she drove her fingers into the embers, moving to coil them around his molten digits. His charred skin, like melting wax, was scolding hot and burned into her flesh at the touch. Despite it she simply gritted her jaws and affirmed his hold on his disintegrating hand.



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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Ahote on 16th September 2016, 7:54 pm


    THIS STORY STARTED WITH MY DISSECTION

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    He was tired. Just... very, very tired. He hadn't slept since early this morning, was beaten brutally by Sol for training, and was only rewarded with pain. He wanted to close his eyes, his aching red eyes. He wanted to rest, and dream. But this denied this request to close his eyes, each time he tried, they were shot right back open in a pain more agonizing than the last. He thrashed and screamed and sobbed, but no pain compared to the exhaustion he felt. He was slowly losing his voice to the amount of shouting he was doing. He couldn't think clearly, and he refused to listen. His body grew moist and sweaty, but numb and frail as the flames ate away at the boy's arm. The arm he used to braid his Mother's hair, the arm he used to hug Famine and to wave hello and goodbye to loved ones. The arm he used to get dressed and to knit his stuffed animals. The arm he used to embrace his Father for the first time, and the arm that cooks and cleans. For something so insignificant as an arm, how could one appreciate it so much when they are about to lose it?

    Ahote couldn't wrap his mind around it, no matter how hard he tried. How could he appreciate it now, but not before? It wasn't something he thought about on a regular basis, and most are born with these limbs and sort of just use them as the time comes and goes. But why was this body part now the most important thing on his mind? Ahote didn't know what this feeling of loss was, this feeling of ignorance and foolishness. His Mother had always led him to believe to appreciate the things he has been given, but why did he remind himself of this.. now?

    Ahote stopped sobbing, a rich shade of reddish-pinki covering his eyelids as they were irritated with tears. It's as if he had run out of tears. He wanted to cry... but couldn't. All he did now was make crying-noises and grunted, groaned, and shouted. Most of the things he said couldn't be deciphered, it seemed to be gibberish. But it was when suddenly fingers entangled with his that he Ahote fell silent, just for a moment. A moment of silence, and peace, and compassion. Ahote couldn't move his fingers nor his arm, it was too strained and painful to do it, but, he tried. All of his fingers twitched, but did not move. But even the slightest movement took all of his strength, just to entangle his fingers with Famine's.

    Ahote began to make sobbing noises again, wincing and trembling in overwhelming pain and sadness, but also a very small sensation of ease, "-I... sorr..y... gah..hah...mmnnga..." He continued to gasp and groan, but it was clear to even the dumbest people that he was apologizing.

    Maybe if he was stronger, Famine wouldn't looked so pained?
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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Sol on 22nd September 2016, 9:50 pm

    Sol gritted his teeth before he heard his name called by Famine in an icy tone.”I’m Fine I’m not leaving his side” he said though it was a bit forceful as the aura around him died down along with the feeling he was emitting, he looked at his son who was on the brink of collapse and he knew the boy would not last much more. his body would not be able to handle much more pain before it would shut down completely, if they did nothing the boy would die very soon but he could do nothing as any painkiller he concocted somehow was nullified by the fire on the boys arm.

    As Ahote said he was sorry Sol shook his head”Son don’t be sorry if anyone should be sorry its me for causing this and for what I’m about to suggest next.” he said before he took a deep breath and looked right at Famine”Famine as much as I don’t want to say this I don’t think Ahote is going to be able to keep this arm, its constantly lit and nothing we have done has quenched the flames if it stays attached to him Ahote is going to die from the sheer amount of pain he is in it’s a miracle he has lasted this long. I don’t want him to remain like this” Sol said to his guild master hoping she would understand and agree with him. Evne if they managed to stop the fire the boys arm was already damaged beyond repair nothing he could concoct would be able to fix it.


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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Ahote on 29th September 2016, 4:34 am


    THIS STORY STARTED WITH MY DISSECTION

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    It was about the limit Ahote could endure at this point. His spirit had been broken and all he wanted to do was close his tired, tired eyes and rest. Rest for a day, many days, a month even. Ignoring the risks of falling asleep and drifting off into a comforting abyss of which he'd never return. He forgot every as he filled the room with now hollow, empty screens, with no emotion other than pain and sadness. His lips moved almost like a machine. His mouth would open and noise would come out as his throat became dry and his lungs out of breath. What was a seven year old doing, thinking of death at such an age? It wasn't an uncommon response, many people would die at this point. He no longer felt anything human on his arm, nothing but a burnt piece of human coal.

    His eyes were open wide, but saw nothing. Sweat dripped off of his red ears, but he heard nothing. His mouth was open, screaming and shouting like a madman, but yet no human emotion was in them. He wished to sleep, he wished to rest. He wished to return to his room in Magnolia, where his toys and pictures were, where he knew that he could run to his Mother just in the next room when the thunder roared, where he could roam the East Forest and gaze at nature's glory. But he could no longer remain faithful in himself with his broken spirit. His sobbing eyes and his red, very red ears.

    He saw Sol's mouth moving, but what was he saying? Ahote looked at him with clueless, angry eyes and said nothing, he didn't even scream. Ahote wanted to believe he said, "Ahote, it's okay to give up now. Close your eyes." He wanted to believe so much, and so he did. He began to close his eyes, but it was common knowledge that in a state like this, he might now wake up. The shock the pain may send him away for good. But Ahote just wanted rest. His eyelids lowered, and his mouth hanged open with a dry throat, losing his voice and now having the inability to produce a noise.

    The numbing pain silenced him, and now he was free to sleep now. So Sol and Famine can see him in the morning. But, at the thought...

    What time was it?
    AND NOW ITS ENDING IN MY RESURRECTION
    PHARAOH LEAP.


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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Famine on 1st October 2016, 6:49 pm





    Die A Hero, Or Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain


    “I’d be extra careful to hold your tongue if I were you right now.” The maker mage spoke with a certain ruthlessness she had never addressed Sol by before, slightly turning her head over her inked shoulder to steady her cold gaze upon him. You simply didn’t just mention amputating someone's limb right in front of them… --And when they were already scared! Famine was just glad Ahote was too unfocused to hear or react.

    "Ahote. I’ll take care of you" Famine hushed in an attempt to reassure him, though it was uncertain if he could even make sense of that either. Her fingers twisted harder into his so to help her withstand her own pain upon putting her flesh to the fire.

    Her deep Azure optics scanned the infirmary, the dusty white walls, the cobwebs which hung from the corners and dangled down in little cottony ropes, the rusted bed frames which aligned this side of the wall. She didn't want the boy to have to remain here. This wasn't ideal for Ahote, she wanted him to go back to his room where he wouldn’t have to recover staring up at the dingy walls... Without warning, Famine slid an arm under the  weak boys back and hefted him up into her hold and kept Ahote firmly to her chest so his arms, burning and all, could hang over her back and his chin could sit at her shoulder just as the night she’d carried him home…. Stepping back, she shouldered the door open and set course for the boys quarters, This fortress wasn't the most comfortable of places he could have grown up, but Ahote’s space was what was most familiar to him-- That Famine knew of at least. He didn’t know that he couldn't stop thinking of his bed back in magnolia, his actual mother, ….b-but if she did---

    “Sol,  get anesthesia Famine ordered, though she wasn’t even certain that they were well stocked enough to have some lying around, let alone other required equipment.




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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Sol on 2nd October 2016, 12:50 pm

    Sol gritted his teeth as Famine told him to watch his tounge and as she leveled a glare at him Sol leveled one right back at her as his sclera turned pitch black making his eyes look terrifying to most. He growled as he followed his guild mistress out of the room not bothering to grab a bottle since he carried chemicals with him often and he had some with him already. Moving behind her the slayer spoke and kept his voice even so he could keep him emotions in check.”Mistress it not going to work his pain is nullifying any medicine we can give him” he stated as he followed them to Ahotes room.

    The slayers eyes were the still shifted as he followed her and went silent since he was still upset and knew that Famine was too, if they were not careful it would not end well with both of them potentially attacking each other if pushed too far.


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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Ahote on 14th October 2016, 4:29 am

    Everything went by so fast now. He'd close his eyes for one moment, and open them to find himself somewhere else, or in a greater amount of pain... Was this the end for him? Where there a future for him? A sequence of memories came back to him in a flash, as he witnessed all of his happy memories, which only made him sadder. Sadder in the sense that those memories were never to be retrieved, and the feelings of joy and glee he felt, he may not feel at all at this rate.

    At this moment, Ahote let all of his emotions pour into his thoughts. He never liked Mt. Hakobe, he hated it. Where were the trees and animals? Where were the festive townspeople and their families? Where was his home? Nowhere! Ahote loved Famine with his entirety but was he so foolish that this was his punishment? He made friends here, he had a family he could come back to. But what is to say about this family? Sol, he was afraid of Sol ever since he saw him lurking in the infirmary. Most of this mess was his fault anyway...

    Jade, his older sister figure, he loved dearly. But she has always been suspicious. An oddity in the fortress.

    And Famine? Famine. The word suddenly became more familiar than ever. Famine, his Foster Mother, his 'mentor', his guardian, his friend... but then another piece of dialogue came back to him during his sequence of flashbacks. "Your mother used to kill people in the name of Famine, the leader of Basilisk Fang."

    Fear induced him, swallowed him, captured him. Was he surrounded by murderers? The bad guys? He was scared! He loved these people dearly, they have treated him with nothing but kindness! He was afraid of obeying his childish nature of betraying them! Hating them! His love and fear battled for dominance, and it left Ahote is a fearful trance.

    Ahote began to scream again, out of anger or fear? Who knew, Ahote didn't know for sure. His grip tightened in Famine's grasp, not intending to hurt her but this pain of fear and love consuming him quickly. "LET ME GO! Let me go!! I don't want to die! LET ME GO! MOMM-... FAMINE!" He began to sob and sob, and began to hit her with what little strength he had. Why couldn't he stop hitting and kicking? Famine, sweet beloved Famine... his Foster Mother. Why, why now did he look into her eyes and feel hatred and fear more than love and affection?

    "LET ME GO, NOW!! NOW! NOW! GYAAAAH-!!!" Suddenly, the magenta flames burned brighter, and fiercer as his negativity heightened. The pain spiked, and his arm wilted away faster. But, then something went missing...

    Ahote looked down at his crisp arm, and realized... that his index finger was gone? A moment of deadly silence, before Ahote fainted.

    I want my Mommy...


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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Famine on 19th October 2016, 2:19 pm

    I KNOW I LEFT B BRACKETS ALL OVER THE PLACE IGNORE THEMMMM!






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    Famine had managed to make it all the way down the chilly corridor and into  Ahote’s little corridor when he started showing a sudden, and hurtful resistance. He let out another deafening shriek suddenly followed by the intensification of his grip. His tiny nails bit into her flesh harshly and at first she only expected it to be the pain. Up until he started flailing in her grasp, begging-screaming--and demanding that she get away from him all at once. Famine absorbed the onslaught of little hits and smacks what she could, keeping herself together too at the sudden hatefulness Ahote showed her.  And yet she still gingerly attempted to lay his writhing form down against his linen bed sheets so not to harm him further when she too noticed the brightening glow of the flames.

    --He was getting himself all upset-- and it was making this worse. Leaving Famine to digest those last fearful words he rolled over quietly. Quickly and distraught she leaned over the bed and placed her fingertips against his little palm, thankful a pulse was at least still present… and somewhat strong.

    “Anesthesia is used to put people under  and keep them unconscious during otherwise painful surgical procedures, Sol.” The mage bit, slowly turning her head, a cruel gaze turning over her shoulder and locking onto him. Not only his foolishness aggravated her but him being so narrow-minded at a time like this did the deed of irking her. “We can’t  let him wake up and endure this--- not until the worst of it is over…. Though I’m sure He would appreciate some morphine-- unless maybe you like putting to boy in pain, Sol. She hissed, stepping away from the boy's bedside after having adjusted his pillow so to prevent him from getting a knot in his neck.

    Not allowing Sol a single moment to retaliate against her word she continued to speak, analyzing the situation...and where they would have to go. [b]“I’m not stupid I-I know Ahote can not keep his arm.“ She stammered. Though Famine had a great pokerface, and was known to be able to appear contained in an intense situation… this truly got to her.[b][b] “I will figure out how to find his mommy, his actual mother I’ve heard him call out to-- should this continue or happen again I want to be able to stop or prevent it… not pace around like some fool…” She said frustrated, dismissing herself to the door.

    “I’ll take care of getting the medication since you refuse…”

    “Just make sure he’s comfortable,”


    [/b][/b]And ready for his amputation--- she couldn’t bear say the words… the mere image wrung her stomach into a million knots. Her blue hues settled on the door in front of her now, pale hand upon the knob. Now she dismissed herself in silence as her words, both the cruel and the orders, sunk into Sol and  Ahote’s sank further into her. Maybe Ahote had the right to treat her with that fear she saw… Perhaps if, instead, she had dropped him off at an orphanage he could have had a more fulfilling childhood. He was a cute boy she was sure someone would take him and cherish him… Maybe raise him magicless, so that this trauma would never occur…

    She was still, claws kneading against the dusty wood of the door and peeling away the paint in streaks.

    But how could she now he’d be as cherished, that they’d try so hard to shelter him---that they would not fail as she had. And how could she know that Ahote cherished her back?

    Famine finally pushed out of the room, door smacking behind her roughly.

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    Re: An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

    Post by Sol on 20th October 2016, 10:12 am

    Sol growled loudly as Famine still didn’t seem to grasp that the boy wouldn’t be abe to handle Anesthesia in the amount of pain he was in, sure the boy had fainted but his body was still in pain and his brain was still registering that untill they did something it wouldn’t work. At her jab of possably wanting Ahote in pain Sols growling got louder but he was unable to say a word before Famine explained that she knew he could not keep his arm and went to get medicine for him while ordering the Poison Dragon to make the boy comfy.the slayer leveled an Icy glare at the woman as she left the room and he sighed.

    He was angry but he knew that this was his fault and he accepted that but she stil didn’t have to rub it in. s the Son of Ballom crossed thru room and stood before Ahote he just sighed and shook his head at the state the boy was in before he pulled out a syringe and drew some of the Anesthesia he had on him. As he got ready he gently reached out as his body one again got a teal aura and touched the boys forhead gently before he injected him with the chemical, instantly the boys sense of pain was cut off but Sol suddenly felt every ounce of pain the boy had felt and he bearly got the needle out before he collapsed to the ground with no sound exiting his mouth but a loud hiss since he refused to scream and he secluded himself in the corner as he held his arm and focused on staying quite while the boy prepaired to lose an arm.

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