RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
10-14-2014, 01:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2014, 01:53 AM by BlazerC.)
Mayor was more interested in actually letting Myra recover, stressing with some wide gestures as she went over to Bohw. But as she continued on, Mayor let in, knowing full well that out everyone here, Bohw was probably the most wounded. He looked around for the others, gripping his damaged arm as he focused his regeneration there.
Bohw was hesitant, flinching away from Myra as she fiddled with her scarf like a fussy mother. She gave in eventually, her posture relaxing as she lowered her shoulders and accepted it. But when when Myra looked up at her face, it was clear Bohw was trying to hide her anguish, the broken look in her eye telling she was tired and ready to collapse. It had only been a few days at most and she was already reaching her limits, snarling as she idly tugged on her scarf after Myra was done with it.
"I don't..." Bohw whinged, "I don't want any of this pity." She fell over backwards, landing on her backside and sitting down in the middle of the street. "I lost my resolve... so here I am, forever cursed with a fragile body that can be taken over at a moment's notice." She sounded angry, staring down the pavement as she was overwhelmed with bitter thoughts. "It's a curse." She stated, hissing. "You don't realize, but to my people... I am considered lost, the person who I was died the moment I became that twisted bitch, a shell that is only focused on torture."
Bohw was hesitant, flinching away from Myra as she fiddled with her scarf like a fussy mother. She gave in eventually, her posture relaxing as she lowered her shoulders and accepted it. But when when Myra looked up at her face, it was clear Bohw was trying to hide her anguish, the broken look in her eye telling she was tired and ready to collapse. It had only been a few days at most and she was already reaching her limits, snarling as she idly tugged on her scarf after Myra was done with it.
"I don't..." Bohw whinged, "I don't want any of this pity." She fell over backwards, landing on her backside and sitting down in the middle of the street. "I lost my resolve... so here I am, forever cursed with a fragile body that can be taken over at a moment's notice." She sounded angry, staring down the pavement as she was overwhelmed with bitter thoughts. "It's a curse." She stated, hissing. "You don't realize, but to my people... I am considered lost, the person who I was died the moment I became that twisted bitch, a shell that is only focused on torture."