Prison((closed rp))
Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 10:36 pm
Darkness. Emptiness. Silence. The giant man's face is twisted in pain from the poison that does not kill him, yet rather tortures him relentlessly; from his many deep wounds have not healed, but rather the blood that was pouring out of him hours earlier simply dried, forming a tenuous barrier between life and death; from the many burns, which to anyone examining them, clearly come from fire and lightning, though just as clearly not from a natural source. He does not live, but only survives, life involves being able to pursue happiness, this is impossible from where he lies... deep in the cells where he had thrown all of his past enemies. The man's name is well know, but his face nearly unrecognizable through the many deep cuts and blood the cover it. The only identity visble on him lies on his coat, but only bears that of the Knights of Gobaith. He lies, completely inable to move from the pain that surges through his body; he does not move, other that his mouth, and though no sound is audible, one can clearly make out what he tries to say over and over again.
"Amaria"
"Amaria"