And remember that one loves life, life...
Who: Oswald (seekthebird) & VERY MUCH OPEN
Where: Behind the mansion, near the woods
When: After the Queen's post and when all the memories go back to normal
Rating: G?
Summary: Oswald spent four days believing he was awesome, his fairydad loved him/wasn't dead, and there was a huge party waiting for him back in Ringford. Now he's really cranky. Beating on trees ensues o9
The Log:
We'll have a grand celebration to mark my return, and all of Ringford shall attend!
The Psypher was thrust deep into the tree, and it took Oswald a moment to pull it out this time. The dents and gashes scattered across the bark were many now, some with the mark of his Belderiver's edge. Others, much closer to claw marks than that of a blade. He had been busy today.
It was just training. Something to keep his mind off things, but so far it was more of a cathartic process than a distraction. Those gashes weren't shallow, and each strike was brimming with emotions--anger at being deceived so easily, envy of the happiness he wished were his, sorrow for the memories he knew to be true...
What exactly am I to you?
Oswald gripped his sword tightly, slashing at the tree again. The cut was deeper this time, spraying splinters of wood as his blade passed. He gritted his teeth.
You? You are simply an object. Just a tool for me to become King.
Growling. Power flowing through his body of its own accord. His eyes were as bright and fierce as the Belderiver, and black flames erupted from his body. With an inhuman roar, the Shadow Knight lunged at his inanimate foe, claws ripping into the tree. With ease he cut straight through, ending up on the other side in the blink of an eye. The power was intoxicating, the maddening gift of the Queen of the Dead that lent him the title 'Shadow of Death'. The darkness swirled around him, fuelling his rage and his power, consuming him--
But Oswald was better than that, and with a swipe of his blade the shadows dissipated into a dark smoke, rising above him and fading in the afternoon light.
Then the tree collapsed behind him. He liked to imagine it was Odette, or perhaps Onyx.
Oswald lifted the glowing Psypher, staring at his reflection in the crystal.
What meaning has my life ever had...?
He sighed.
"All I can do is put the past behind me..." It was barely a murmur, the words only meant for his own ears and heart. "Keep moving forward, and never look back."
Turning his eyes away from the reflection, he found another tree and sliced into it with his blade.
Where: Behind the mansion, near the woods
When: After the Queen's post and when all the memories go back to normal
Rating: G?
Summary: Oswald spent four days believing he was awesome, his fairydad loved him/wasn't dead, and there was a huge party waiting for him back in Ringford. Now he's really cranky. Beating on trees ensues o9
The Log:
We'll have a grand celebration to mark my return, and all of Ringford shall attend!
The Psypher was thrust deep into the tree, and it took Oswald a moment to pull it out this time. The dents and gashes scattered across the bark were many now, some with the mark of his Belderiver's edge. Others, much closer to claw marks than that of a blade. He had been busy today.
It was just training. Something to keep his mind off things, but so far it was more of a cathartic process than a distraction. Those gashes weren't shallow, and each strike was brimming with emotions--anger at being deceived so easily, envy of the happiness he wished were his, sorrow for the memories he knew to be true...
What exactly am I to you?
Oswald gripped his sword tightly, slashing at the tree again. The cut was deeper this time, spraying splinters of wood as his blade passed. He gritted his teeth.
You? You are simply an object. Just a tool for me to become King.
Growling. Power flowing through his body of its own accord. His eyes were as bright and fierce as the Belderiver, and black flames erupted from his body. With an inhuman roar, the Shadow Knight lunged at his inanimate foe, claws ripping into the tree. With ease he cut straight through, ending up on the other side in the blink of an eye. The power was intoxicating, the maddening gift of the Queen of the Dead that lent him the title 'Shadow of Death'. The darkness swirled around him, fuelling his rage and his power, consuming him--
But Oswald was better than that, and with a swipe of his blade the shadows dissipated into a dark smoke, rising above him and fading in the afternoon light.
Then the tree collapsed behind him. He liked to imagine it was Odette, or perhaps Onyx.
Oswald lifted the glowing Psypher, staring at his reflection in the crystal.
What meaning has my life ever had...?
He sighed.
"All I can do is put the past behind me..." It was barely a murmur, the words only meant for his own ears and heart. "Keep moving forward, and never look back."
Turning his eyes away from the reflection, he found another tree and sliced into it with his blade.