An Unlikely Partnership
Feb 25, 2010 10:54:53 GMT
Post by Zechariah Artuna on Feb 25, 2010 10:54:53 GMT
(OOC: Here you go Zahuro, I've started the thread!)
The night’s air was quiet, void of all sound but the blowing of a gentle breeze and the crackling of burning wood and flame from their fire. It was a dark night, seemingly darker than normal on the most part. The moon, which Zack knew without viewing it should be full tonight, was obscured by extremely dark clouds. The sky looked like a piece of black velvet, one that concealed the moon and the stars and endlessly stretched out; the only illumination from the fire that had been created, its yellow and orange embers in an endless conflict with the darkness of the night. Two individuals sat around the fire in silence.
Zack and Zahuro had hardly spoken a word to each other since deciding to camp for the night, not that they had spoken much to each other before that point though. They were both nursing the wounds they had received earlier in the day, ironically from each other, and the pain didn’t help heal the great divide between the two; though their pride didn’t help either. However the day had been far from an easy one, and there was likely to be a lot on both of their minds.
From the moment they had ended their battle and formed a temporary alliance the two they had been worried that they would be chased, though once again neither of them voiced this worry. They were both seriously injured and the battle had taken them from feeling fatigued to the brink of exhaustion, if anyone had caught up with them with the idea of making them pay for all the destruction their battle had caused they would have almost certainly been captured or killed; though in truth the destruction had been caused by Zack.
They had walked, or rather limped and struggled, from the city to the coastline. It had taken far longer than they had anticipated it to, but they had made it there well before sunset. At that point they had recovered enough energy to attempt to fly to another continent, just to make sure that they were finally safe from likely pursuers. The flight was a slow one but they touched down just before the sun vanished over the horizon, Zack estimated an hour before darkness fell. It had been just enough time for the two to find a suitable place to camp until morning. And so here they were.
Sitting on the ground, his back up against a log that he had ripped out of the ground and laid down horizontally, Zack had moved to wrap himself up in his cloak only to remember he no longer wore it. Though a simple matter Zack found himself upset over this, though he bitterly chastised himself for it. There are worse things to feel upset about you fool. however this turned out to be a bad move as making this realisation caused him to think of the ‘worse things’ he had been referring to; suddenly he became very sombre.
He was used to travelling through the wild, remaining silent almost all of the time, no other company than his thoughts alone; but was Zahuro, Zack wondered? That thought quickly vanished as he realised that he didn’t care.
Suddenly something came over Zack, something odd. At first he struggled to identify it, but his eyes soon widened as realisation struck. The sensation dug into his gut and rapidly began to rise up his body and until it reached his mouth and he coughed. At first it was a gentle cough or a couple as it were, but then as it continued each cough began to get more violent and painful. Before long he was in a full-blown fit coughing, one that didn’t seem as if it was going to let off. His diaphragm began to ache his eyes had watered over and he could taste blood, hell, he could see blood on his hand. Finally the coughing began to die down and he collapsed backwards against the log he had been leaning against. He felt even more exhausted than he had done earlier. He was breathing slowly, taking deep breaths. His limbs felt as if they weighed more than anything he had every lifted.
It was at times like this that he wished he could just die…
The night’s air was quiet, void of all sound but the blowing of a gentle breeze and the crackling of burning wood and flame from their fire. It was a dark night, seemingly darker than normal on the most part. The moon, which Zack knew without viewing it should be full tonight, was obscured by extremely dark clouds. The sky looked like a piece of black velvet, one that concealed the moon and the stars and endlessly stretched out; the only illumination from the fire that had been created, its yellow and orange embers in an endless conflict with the darkness of the night. Two individuals sat around the fire in silence.
Zack and Zahuro had hardly spoken a word to each other since deciding to camp for the night, not that they had spoken much to each other before that point though. They were both nursing the wounds they had received earlier in the day, ironically from each other, and the pain didn’t help heal the great divide between the two; though their pride didn’t help either. However the day had been far from an easy one, and there was likely to be a lot on both of their minds.
From the moment they had ended their battle and formed a temporary alliance the two they had been worried that they would be chased, though once again neither of them voiced this worry. They were both seriously injured and the battle had taken them from feeling fatigued to the brink of exhaustion, if anyone had caught up with them with the idea of making them pay for all the destruction their battle had caused they would have almost certainly been captured or killed; though in truth the destruction had been caused by Zack.
They had walked, or rather limped and struggled, from the city to the coastline. It had taken far longer than they had anticipated it to, but they had made it there well before sunset. At that point they had recovered enough energy to attempt to fly to another continent, just to make sure that they were finally safe from likely pursuers. The flight was a slow one but they touched down just before the sun vanished over the horizon, Zack estimated an hour before darkness fell. It had been just enough time for the two to find a suitable place to camp until morning. And so here they were.
Sitting on the ground, his back up against a log that he had ripped out of the ground and laid down horizontally, Zack had moved to wrap himself up in his cloak only to remember he no longer wore it. Though a simple matter Zack found himself upset over this, though he bitterly chastised himself for it. There are worse things to feel upset about you fool. however this turned out to be a bad move as making this realisation caused him to think of the ‘worse things’ he had been referring to; suddenly he became very sombre.
He was used to travelling through the wild, remaining silent almost all of the time, no other company than his thoughts alone; but was Zahuro, Zack wondered? That thought quickly vanished as he realised that he didn’t care.
Suddenly something came over Zack, something odd. At first he struggled to identify it, but his eyes soon widened as realisation struck. The sensation dug into his gut and rapidly began to rise up his body and until it reached his mouth and he coughed. At first it was a gentle cough or a couple as it were, but then as it continued each cough began to get more violent and painful. Before long he was in a full-blown fit coughing, one that didn’t seem as if it was going to let off. His diaphragm began to ache his eyes had watered over and he could taste blood, hell, he could see blood on his hand. Finally the coughing began to die down and he collapsed backwards against the log he had been leaning against. He felt even more exhausted than he had done earlier. He was breathing slowly, taking deep breaths. His limbs felt as if they weighed more than anything he had every lifted.
It was at times like this that he wished he could just die…