Face of Death [Vicis Quest]
POSTED ON Oct 1, 2016 5:38:53 GMT
Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 5:38:53 GMT
Nex had been unable to sleep when the night fell. He had long since suffered from insomnia so the occasional restless night was to be expected, but his was no ordinary bout of sleeplessness. He never slept in beds, or any bed provided for him. The fear of his past finding him still lingered deeply in his core. He had become an expert at resting in corners sitting up or at the bottom of a lakebed without surfacing. The throne room was empty, something he found himself overly thankful for. Productivity was a welcomed sight, but he felt as if the lives of these individuals depended on standing around and talking all days. Th things he had to pretend he did not hear...lest he find his dagger plunged deep in their chest. He hadn't the patience for the rabble. Peace was found at thee bottom of he pool that showed as the domain's center piece. It was the first thing visitors saw wen the arrive and the last thing they saw leaving the kingdom. He sat at the bottom of the pool, curled up with his back against the corner closest to the throne. His knees were pulled to his chest and his elbows rest on his knees. The king's arms were pulled over his head as if he sough to block out all light and sound.
The silver haze of moonlight shown down from the open skies above, causing the pool to faintly glow. Nex's silvery scales became quite visible in the moonlight, dancing as the water refracted the gentle light. The corner he rest in created a bit of darkness where he could just think. This night he found himself missing the gentle lull of his raft in the open sea. It was one of his more precious possessions, anchored somewhere at the mouth of the sea far beyond the mountain covered lands. His frills danced in the waters, eyes hidden beneath the shadows of his arms. The pupiless orbs focused on a single point in the water as thee quiet hallucinations of exhaustion filtered through his sight. His headtail caught against a current stirred by the gentle, autumn winds, causing the glint of the pink bracelet around the tail end, to catch his eye,
'Nex' A soft voice called.
Startled by the sight of the dead he pushed to his feet, bursting from the calm waters, the rippling eddies crashing around him. A few guards were about and looked to him with confusion. He coughed and gasped as his gills pushed out the water from his sides. He cursed softly, placing his webbed hand over his side. Glancing own one of the earrings caught against the flexing gills when he panicked. Reaching into the slit of flesh he pulled the shell from its caught place. He stepped up from the pool and tarried along. His head hung low, body tired, but mind wide awake. As he walked along he noticed a few rooms and places he had yet to visit. He soon found sitting in the royal study, looking or a way to occupy his mind. He had collected a few slates that had archaic Zora writing. While not perfect in reading the old letters, he had been working on getting a rosetta stone tattooed into his scales. So far he had a great portion of the vowels and half the total consonants inked in. It was located on underside of his arm from his wrist down to his elbow.
Nothing here seemed useful, or at least something he didn't know. The Zora raised his clenched fit to take his irritation out on the stone, but came to a halt when he caught notice of a word he did not know. Now it wasn't uncommon for him to not know a word, but it was rather strange to be able to read the letters and not know the word it compiled... V-I-C-I-S. He settled down against his seat and pressed his finger pads against the slate carvings, running down the text. His brows furrowed as he read the same passage over and over.
"What are the Gerudo doing written in our text?" He doesn't recall ever having known of any alliance with them, past or present.
It took great debate, but he would find the power to stand. He was not sure where Farrah Abad was, but he was going to find her and get some answers. Why were the Gerudos trading enchanted objects?
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