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Characters currently in-game: None
CHARACTER
Character Name: Flick har Sarestes
Character Age:28, looks likes he's in his late teens/early twenties.
Canon: Wraeththu
Canon Point: Shortly after being locked in a guest room in Forever and held against his will by Seel. Wraiths of Will and Pleasure, Chapter 24
History:
Wraeththu takes place in a post apocalyptic world where humanity has fallen prey to war, infertility, disease and famine. The earth has changed and with it, Wraeththu have sprung up to replace humans. They are hardier, combining the sexes instead of dividing them. Humanity fought bravely, one last cry before a shuddering demise.
Flick's memory of his childhood, when he was still a boy, is fuzzy. It's a bit like someone else's dream, or a story someone told him. It doesn't feel like a memory that actually happened to him. He vaguely remembers a house, white picket fence and his parents. He remembers coming from some city north of Texas and that his parents were quite rich. In general, they were happy memories.
Flick's parents had given him some medication to prevent him from wandering off and inexplicably joining the Wraeththu like so many other boys did. They wandered off in the night. It did stop him from hearing the Call but he could still see the way. He walked off toward it, holding a box of money and jewels his parents were packing away. There, he met his first har, someone who took him to Orien, along with a bunch of other boys. There, Orien took him and him alone to the Wraeththu town of Saltrock. Orien we later learn was the second har, incepted by Thiede, the first of their race, himself. There, Orien, Saltrock's priest and wise man, injected him with his Wraeththu blood and started the transformation from human to har. It took 3 days of pain and delirium, boils and blood, but Flick lived.
As a new har, Wraeththu, Flick brought immense wealth to the town of Saltrock (on account of the box of money he walked away with). Saltrock was a beginning for their race, a makeshift town where most is built from scratch, or stolen. (For the curious, Saltrock is located in Texas on the edge of Mexico.)
During his time at Saltrock, Flick was involved with Seel, Saltrock's leader. While his relationship with Seel was once friendly, over time it changed. Seel treated him more like a servant he occasionally bedded. Their relationship, while long lived, was not the happiest and Seel's treatment of Flick was verbally abusive. Flick, not being that worldly or self confident, took it.
There Flick met two hara named Cal and Pellaz. Both Cal and Pell would come to do great things for Wraeththu, but this is not their history. However, both are intricately tied to Flick's own story. Cal especially has a long lasting influence.
While Seel was dealing with Cal upon his return to Saltrock, Flick became good friends with Pellaz. He was there when Pell arrived, confused and overwhelmed, and stayed with him during Pell's althaia (the changing from human to hara) training and his introduction into the world of Wraeththu. And when Pell had to leave to continue his education, Flick was the hardest to leave behind.
But Thiede had left his mark on Pell, orchestrated his death, and (at the time unknown to Flick) his rebirth. Cal came back to Saltrock like a whirlwind, intent on revenge after seeing the love of his life shot in the head. Marking Orien as the cause of Pell's death, Cal murders him taking one of Flick's kitchen knives, thereby using Flick in the process. Flick finds Orien's body one night by accident, seeing his friend and teacher strung up by his intestines on the ceiling of the nayati, or temple.
Flick had woken up that night, and wandered the house he shared with Seel. Seeing a kitchen knife missing, he found Cal at the nayati, covered in blood. And then? Flick had gone back home. And went to bed, not able to deal. In the morning, he had lied, pretended he didn't know what was going on. But seeing Orien's body strung up in the light of day had shaken him.
He lasted a few weeks at Saltrock after Orien's death, but in the end, Flick left, unable to cope with what he saw and finally fed up with Seel's treatment. Riding off into the desert, Flick set off to find Pellaz's parents, intending to fulfill a promise: Pell's parents should know of his death.
Alone in the desert, Flick found religion. Or maybe religion found him. Taught by the ancestor spirit of long dead Native American shamans, named Itzama, Flick found the Dehara, Wraeththu gods. After a year in the desert learning, Flick played house with another har he met, Ulaume, who he later married.
His happy life playing house was cut short when Flick was kidnapped by Wraxilan of the Uigenna Tribe, a tribe renowned for their violence and amorality. Wraxilan was the same har who incepted Cal. Flick was then gang raped by the entire Uigenna tribe. Over a number of days as he was held hostage and used by their leader who had made him his personal concubine. However Flick played with fire. Unknowingly calling about his deity, Aruhani, he turned what was a horrific act into something sacred. He enjoyed it. All these things caused Flick enormous emotional pain. He felt betrayed by Aruhani, who he trusted to help him get out of the situation. What Flick didn't understand was that Aruhani was the Dehar of sex, life and death—-and that sex in any of its forms is sacred to Aruhani. After being rescued, Flick and company kept to themselves, living on a boat so they could easily move from place to place. But as fate would have it, his life intersected once again with Seel. Seel was overcome with desire to pack Flick up and present him to Pell, who had this time had become Tigron (king of Wraeththu) and had expressed a desire to see his old friend. Flick objected. Seel called his guards and locked him in a guest room. Shortly after this he is taken to Hadriel.
Personality:
Flick can be innocent, trusting and a bit naive, and his generosity has been abused. Flick is a Sarock, which, like being a cheerleader, carries certain connotations. Sarocks do not lie. They are hard workers with a reverence for life and a strong sense of moral values.
Someone once referred to Flick as a little imp. He never got over it. While Flick dreams of having a commanding presence and being great, big and tall, in reality he would much rather melt into the background. In more than one instance he hides in the kitchen when things get tense. In truth, this is where Flick shines, and he is quite happy doing housework and other tasks one might consider menial. With Flick's turbulent introduction into the Wraeththu divinities, Flick has become a little more worldly, while still clinging to his innocence and Saltrock sensibilities. He is someone that does not wholly trust the divinities to whom he gives his life's work to, but this again seems to be a lack of experience in the world, than mistrust. He would have rather had an uneventful, secluded life, but fate, the universe or the Dehara had other plans. He does his best to run from it.
Flick is usually the one to disarm arguments rather than set them off. He can be easily intimidated. He is rather philosophical in nature, a sweet har who believes in unity and peace. He's also a pacifist. Flick's response to stress is to try to be helpful. In most cases, he cleans, builds, fixes things. There's always work to be done, and Flick's indoctrination into Saltrock society shows.
That's not to say he likes everyone. Flick has very strong feelings. He doesn't like Cal. At all. Hatred isn't a strong enough word. Cal had a way of getting into everyone's hearts, he had that sultry, seductive beauty that just grabbed hold of your soul and didn't let go until it suffocated you. Cal infected everything he touched, and to Flick, he was something you held underwater until it stopped moving. Cal had enchanted, used and betrayed him and in the end Orien died for it. Flick feels like Cal has corrupted his very essence and that terrifies him.
This is quite unusual for Flick, who is a kind and gentle soul. Even Wraxilan, the har who abducted him and let his entire tribe rape him has been forgiven. But the pain and hatred of everything Cal has put him through cannot be so easily expunged, even with the knowledge that Cal at several times in his life was not mentally well. Flick at one point is offered the opportunity to heal Cal's mind, help him get sane. And he walks away. He does not want Cal whole, doesn't believe he has the right to be. To Flick, a mentally stable Cal might be something more dangerous. No, better leave him as he is. Let him suffer as payback for all the other suffering he caused and the beautiful, gentle, wise har he killed.
We learn that the town of Saltrock is a feeder system set up by Thiede as he gets his chess pieces ready to put into play. Flick is the only har from Saltrock that we know of who will not cooperate. He wants none of anyone's plans to place himself in a position of power, and later on is content to hide out away from everything.
Inventory: The clothes on his back
Abilities:
Wraeththu Body:
Wraeththu are a race of hermaphrodites, created from a human blueprint. Their metabolism is more sophisticated than a normal humans, most poisons are not lethal, and perfect body weight is never exceeded. The Wraeththu (harish) body is not very dissimilar to the human body, but with many of the kinks or or faults worked out. Most hara can also communicate telepathically (I assume the telepathy will work on a player by player basis as we work out the kinks between canons). In addition, many of his abilities can only be used with another har, as their bodies are toxic to most other species.
Energy based abilities:
Flick's been trained as a healer and spent many years seeing newly incepted hara through althaia, or the change. Wraeththu 'magic' is more will based than traditional magic. Most of what Flick can do is a manipulation of that will and his own energy. However, he only has basic training in most Wraeththu skill sets. Where he excels is as a shaman; he has a lot of practice creating rituals, and doing trance work.
Mundane skills:
Ultimately, Flick's more awesome skills are mundane in nature, and range from cooking and cleaning to mending and repairing/plumbing/carpentry. He's a damn good plumber.
Flaws: Flick's a walking carpet. His kindness has been abused many times and he's not one to stand up for himself. He keeps his anger inside until it bubbles over and he loses it. In addition, he's lacking in self confidence. He's not as big or flashy or imposing as a lot of the other people he's met and as such, he constantly compares and sizes himself up against impossible standards. As discussed previously, he also hates Cal. He holds grudges for years and won't willingly let go. Years later Flick even holds Seel's son responsible for Seel's faults, not realizing just how crazy he sounds, thinking that his son will be the same as him. The grudges Flick holds stay for a long time, and there they ferment.
SAMPLES
Action Log Sample:
The day Flick had been taken wasn't a day the world stood still. The earth didn't shake, cats didn't take to the attics and hiss, dogs didn't howl at the moon, there was no solar eclipse. The signs were there, subtle but not unnoticed. But in reality, just as he could not prevent the disasters set in motion by Cal's return to Saltrock all those years ago, even with the signs, he could not prevent being taken.
If Flick had to decide between this place, and being locked in one of Seel's guests rooms as Seel prepared to hand deliver him, bow and all, to Pellaz, Flick wasn't sure which one he would have chosen. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Pell. Really, he was glad he wasn't dead, and he did miss his friend. But he thought he would have some choice in the matter. Without Seel. And really? Friends kept in touch. Pell hadn't. And honestly? He was really over getting abducted. The frustration of having his life turned upside-down yet again threatened to well up in him. He had been given just enough bits of happiness to keep him happy, only to have them yanked from him again and again and again. Was life really meant to be this hard? Or was this what happened when you refused what was given? When you refused to play your part in the play. Flick did his best to accept what the universe and the Dehara had to offer him but it was hard when they kept throwing potholes.
Where was he? Was this place entirely underground? Sure Flick spent a year living in a cave but at least he could go outside. This was something completely different. He hadn't been here five minutes and already he was itching for sun. Flick gathered his wits, trying to summon up his remaining courage and remind himself that despite not being where he should be, he was relatively free so far. That was starting to be relatively rare in his life. He thought about a quick ritual to Lunil asking for him to light his way but he was underground, and Lunil was associated with the moon. Agave then, for fire. Even if he was so far outside the Dehar's field of influence, he needed his strength. And he didn't trust Aruhani. Not now. Not after what happened. I asked for your help and you abandoned me, Flick thought toward the deity he once thought as his own. Saying a quiet prayer to deities he wasn't sure he trusted any longer, Flick took a hesitant step forward.
Player name: Kara
Contact:
Characters currently in-game: None
CHARACTER
Character Name: Flick har Sarestes
Character Age:28, looks likes he's in his late teens/early twenties.
Canon: Wraeththu
Canon Point: Shortly after being locked in a guest room in Forever and held against his will by Seel. Wraiths of Will and Pleasure, Chapter 24
History:
Wraeththu takes place in a post apocalyptic world where humanity has fallen prey to war, infertility, disease and famine. The earth has changed and with it, Wraeththu have sprung up to replace humans. They are hardier, combining the sexes instead of dividing them. Humanity fought bravely, one last cry before a shuddering demise.
Flick's memory of his childhood, when he was still a boy, is fuzzy. It's a bit like someone else's dream, or a story someone told him. It doesn't feel like a memory that actually happened to him. He vaguely remembers a house, white picket fence and his parents. He remembers coming from some city north of Texas and that his parents were quite rich. In general, they were happy memories.
Flick's parents had given him some medication to prevent him from wandering off and inexplicably joining the Wraeththu like so many other boys did. They wandered off in the night. It did stop him from hearing the Call but he could still see the way. He walked off toward it, holding a box of money and jewels his parents were packing away. There, he met his first har, someone who took him to Orien, along with a bunch of other boys. There, Orien took him and him alone to the Wraeththu town of Saltrock. Orien we later learn was the second har, incepted by Thiede, the first of their race, himself. There, Orien, Saltrock's priest and wise man, injected him with his Wraeththu blood and started the transformation from human to har. It took 3 days of pain and delirium, boils and blood, but Flick lived.
As a new har, Wraeththu, Flick brought immense wealth to the town of Saltrock (on account of the box of money he walked away with). Saltrock was a beginning for their race, a makeshift town where most is built from scratch, or stolen. (For the curious, Saltrock is located in Texas on the edge of Mexico.)
During his time at Saltrock, Flick was involved with Seel, Saltrock's leader. While his relationship with Seel was once friendly, over time it changed. Seel treated him more like a servant he occasionally bedded. Their relationship, while long lived, was not the happiest and Seel's treatment of Flick was verbally abusive. Flick, not being that worldly or self confident, took it.
There Flick met two hara named Cal and Pellaz. Both Cal and Pell would come to do great things for Wraeththu, but this is not their history. However, both are intricately tied to Flick's own story. Cal especially has a long lasting influence.
While Seel was dealing with Cal upon his return to Saltrock, Flick became good friends with Pellaz. He was there when Pell arrived, confused and overwhelmed, and stayed with him during Pell's althaia (the changing from human to hara) training and his introduction into the world of Wraeththu. And when Pell had to leave to continue his education, Flick was the hardest to leave behind.
But Thiede had left his mark on Pell, orchestrated his death, and (at the time unknown to Flick) his rebirth. Cal came back to Saltrock like a whirlwind, intent on revenge after seeing the love of his life shot in the head. Marking Orien as the cause of Pell's death, Cal murders him taking one of Flick's kitchen knives, thereby using Flick in the process. Flick finds Orien's body one night by accident, seeing his friend and teacher strung up by his intestines on the ceiling of the nayati, or temple.
Flick had woken up that night, and wandered the house he shared with Seel. Seeing a kitchen knife missing, he found Cal at the nayati, covered in blood. And then? Flick had gone back home. And went to bed, not able to deal. In the morning, he had lied, pretended he didn't know what was going on. But seeing Orien's body strung up in the light of day had shaken him.
He lasted a few weeks at Saltrock after Orien's death, but in the end, Flick left, unable to cope with what he saw and finally fed up with Seel's treatment. Riding off into the desert, Flick set off to find Pellaz's parents, intending to fulfill a promise: Pell's parents should know of his death.
Alone in the desert, Flick found religion. Or maybe religion found him. Taught by the ancestor spirit of long dead Native American shamans, named Itzama, Flick found the Dehara, Wraeththu gods. After a year in the desert learning, Flick played house with another har he met, Ulaume, who he later married.
His happy life playing house was cut short when Flick was kidnapped by Wraxilan of the Uigenna Tribe, a tribe renowned for their violence and amorality. Wraxilan was the same har who incepted Cal. Flick was then gang raped by the entire Uigenna tribe. Over a number of days as he was held hostage and used by their leader who had made him his personal concubine. However Flick played with fire. Unknowingly calling about his deity, Aruhani, he turned what was a horrific act into something sacred. He enjoyed it. All these things caused Flick enormous emotional pain. He felt betrayed by Aruhani, who he trusted to help him get out of the situation. What Flick didn't understand was that Aruhani was the Dehar of sex, life and death—-and that sex in any of its forms is sacred to Aruhani. After being rescued, Flick and company kept to themselves, living on a boat so they could easily move from place to place. But as fate would have it, his life intersected once again with Seel. Seel was overcome with desire to pack Flick up and present him to Pell, who had this time had become Tigron (king of Wraeththu) and had expressed a desire to see his old friend. Flick objected. Seel called his guards and locked him in a guest room. Shortly after this he is taken to Hadriel.
Personality:
Flick can be innocent, trusting and a bit naive, and his generosity has been abused. Flick is a Sarock, which, like being a cheerleader, carries certain connotations. Sarocks do not lie. They are hard workers with a reverence for life and a strong sense of moral values.
Someone once referred to Flick as a little imp. He never got over it. While Flick dreams of having a commanding presence and being great, big and tall, in reality he would much rather melt into the background. In more than one instance he hides in the kitchen when things get tense. In truth, this is where Flick shines, and he is quite happy doing housework and other tasks one might consider menial. With Flick's turbulent introduction into the Wraeththu divinities, Flick has become a little more worldly, while still clinging to his innocence and Saltrock sensibilities. He is someone that does not wholly trust the divinities to whom he gives his life's work to, but this again seems to be a lack of experience in the world, than mistrust. He would have rather had an uneventful, secluded life, but fate, the universe or the Dehara had other plans. He does his best to run from it.
Flick is usually the one to disarm arguments rather than set them off. He can be easily intimidated. He is rather philosophical in nature, a sweet har who believes in unity and peace. He's also a pacifist. Flick's response to stress is to try to be helpful. In most cases, he cleans, builds, fixes things. There's always work to be done, and Flick's indoctrination into Saltrock society shows.
That's not to say he likes everyone. Flick has very strong feelings. He doesn't like Cal. At all. Hatred isn't a strong enough word. Cal had a way of getting into everyone's hearts, he had that sultry, seductive beauty that just grabbed hold of your soul and didn't let go until it suffocated you. Cal infected everything he touched, and to Flick, he was something you held underwater until it stopped moving. Cal had enchanted, used and betrayed him and in the end Orien died for it. Flick feels like Cal has corrupted his very essence and that terrifies him.
This is quite unusual for Flick, who is a kind and gentle soul. Even Wraxilan, the har who abducted him and let his entire tribe rape him has been forgiven. But the pain and hatred of everything Cal has put him through cannot be so easily expunged, even with the knowledge that Cal at several times in his life was not mentally well. Flick at one point is offered the opportunity to heal Cal's mind, help him get sane. And he walks away. He does not want Cal whole, doesn't believe he has the right to be. To Flick, a mentally stable Cal might be something more dangerous. No, better leave him as he is. Let him suffer as payback for all the other suffering he caused and the beautiful, gentle, wise har he killed.
We learn that the town of Saltrock is a feeder system set up by Thiede as he gets his chess pieces ready to put into play. Flick is the only har from Saltrock that we know of who will not cooperate. He wants none of anyone's plans to place himself in a position of power, and later on is content to hide out away from everything.
Inventory: The clothes on his back
Abilities:
Wraeththu Body:
Wraeththu are a race of hermaphrodites, created from a human blueprint. Their metabolism is more sophisticated than a normal humans, most poisons are not lethal, and perfect body weight is never exceeded. The Wraeththu (harish) body is not very dissimilar to the human body, but with many of the kinks or or faults worked out. Most hara can also communicate telepathically (I assume the telepathy will work on a player by player basis as we work out the kinks between canons). In addition, many of his abilities can only be used with another har, as their bodies are toxic to most other species.
Energy based abilities:
Flick's been trained as a healer and spent many years seeing newly incepted hara through althaia, or the change. Wraeththu 'magic' is more will based than traditional magic. Most of what Flick can do is a manipulation of that will and his own energy. However, he only has basic training in most Wraeththu skill sets. Where he excels is as a shaman; he has a lot of practice creating rituals, and doing trance work.
Mundane skills:
Ultimately, Flick's more awesome skills are mundane in nature, and range from cooking and cleaning to mending and repairing/plumbing/carpentry. He's a damn good plumber.
Flaws: Flick's a walking carpet. His kindness has been abused many times and he's not one to stand up for himself. He keeps his anger inside until it bubbles over and he loses it. In addition, he's lacking in self confidence. He's not as big or flashy or imposing as a lot of the other people he's met and as such, he constantly compares and sizes himself up against impossible standards. As discussed previously, he also hates Cal. He holds grudges for years and won't willingly let go. Years later Flick even holds Seel's son responsible for Seel's faults, not realizing just how crazy he sounds, thinking that his son will be the same as him. The grudges Flick holds stay for a long time, and there they ferment.
SAMPLES
Action Log Sample:
The day Flick had been taken wasn't a day the world stood still. The earth didn't shake, cats didn't take to the attics and hiss, dogs didn't howl at the moon, there was no solar eclipse. The signs were there, subtle but not unnoticed. But in reality, just as he could not prevent the disasters set in motion by Cal's return to Saltrock all those years ago, even with the signs, he could not prevent being taken.
If Flick had to decide between this place, and being locked in one of Seel's guests rooms as Seel prepared to hand deliver him, bow and all, to Pellaz, Flick wasn't sure which one he would have chosen. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Pell. Really, he was glad he wasn't dead, and he did miss his friend. But he thought he would have some choice in the matter. Without Seel. And really? Friends kept in touch. Pell hadn't. And honestly? He was really over getting abducted. The frustration of having his life turned upside-down yet again threatened to well up in him. He had been given just enough bits of happiness to keep him happy, only to have them yanked from him again and again and again. Was life really meant to be this hard? Or was this what happened when you refused what was given? When you refused to play your part in the play. Flick did his best to accept what the universe and the Dehara had to offer him but it was hard when they kept throwing potholes.
Where was he? Was this place entirely underground? Sure Flick spent a year living in a cave but at least he could go outside. This was something completely different. He hadn't been here five minutes and already he was itching for sun. Flick gathered his wits, trying to summon up his remaining courage and remind himself that despite not being where he should be, he was relatively free so far. That was starting to be relatively rare in his life. He thought about a quick ritual to Lunil asking for him to light his way but he was underground, and Lunil was associated with the moon. Agave then, for fire. Even if he was so far outside the Dehar's field of influence, he needed his strength. And he didn't trust Aruhani. Not now. Not after what happened. I asked for your help and you abandoned me, Flick thought toward the deity he once thought as his own. Saying a quiet prayer to deities he wasn't sure he trusted any longer, Flick took a hesitant step forward.
And then stopped.
"There's something behind me isn't there?" He craned his neck to try and see the Thing behind him. Nope. on second thought, Flick broke out into a run.
Maybe if he stayed, really, really still?
Additional Sample: Flick couldn't believe it, even as he was escorted up the stairs of We Dwell In Forever. Seel was locking him up again. This time physically. He was actually locking him up. He dared stare into the eyes of his former chesnari when he called his guards to escort him to the guest bedroom.
"You'll have to call your guards." He had said. "Call them. It's the only way you'll force me to stay." And then, Seel actually did. Up until then it had been possible for the two to make up. It had been possible for them to try, with a lot of work, to put the past behind them. For them to maybe realize they had all been pawns in something so much larger than themselves. But to Flick, Seel had already sold himself; he sold his body and soul and all his beliefs. For what? Power? He'd betrayed everything Flick thought Seel believed in. He'd sold his dreams. Something had happened to take an upstanding har, who had worked so very hard to build a working town from the ground up. Saltrock had been Seel's. Or so Flick thought. He thought he had known Seel, what he had desired and wished for. Now, it looks like he was wrong. Maybe they'd all been played, and underneath all that fighting and wanting was just puppet strings. Maybe nothing was actually theirs. That was a sad thought, but one that he'd been wondering ever since the Uigenna. The Dehar, Thiede, what if when Flick created the Dehara, he created something he couldn't control? Something that could control them? What if there was no free will after all?
Walking up the long stairway, he didn't know what to believe. Pellaz had once been a friend. A close friend. But now, he was Tigron. He was running a tribe. No, bigger than that. A country? If rumor was too believed, one day all of Wraeththu. If hara like Seel were what Pellaz was looking for, well, Flick wasn't sure he liked that Pell anymore. He wasn't sure he wanted to see what had happened to a har that was once so caring and innocent and beautiful to turn them. No, Flick was quite sure he wouldn't like this new Pellaz at all. He could only hope that there was a little bit of the old left in him, that maybe Thiede and Seel and whoever else hadn't completely ruined him. He could only hope that he'd be able to fight, be able to run and hide somewhere. Hide somewhere no one could ever find them, puppet strings and all. Unlike Seel, Flick intended to fight. He wasn't giving up on his dreams as easily.
He glanced back, hoping Seel would see the utter disappointment in his eyes when the door closed and the lock clicked in place.
Additional Sample: dankmemes.dreamwidth.org/8183.html
"You'll have to call your guards." He had said. "Call them. It's the only way you'll force me to stay." And then, Seel actually did. Up until then it had been possible for the two to make up. It had been possible for them to try, with a lot of work, to put the past behind them. For them to maybe realize they had all been pawns in something so much larger than themselves. But to Flick, Seel had already sold himself; he sold his body and soul and all his beliefs. For what? Power? He'd betrayed everything Flick thought Seel believed in. He'd sold his dreams. Something had happened to take an upstanding har, who had worked so very hard to build a working town from the ground up. Saltrock had been Seel's. Or so Flick thought. He thought he had known Seel, what he had desired and wished for. Now, it looks like he was wrong. Maybe they'd all been played, and underneath all that fighting and wanting was just puppet strings. Maybe nothing was actually theirs. That was a sad thought, but one that he'd been wondering ever since the Uigenna. The Dehar, Thiede, what if when Flick created the Dehara, he created something he couldn't control? Something that could control them? What if there was no free will after all?
Walking up the long stairway, he didn't know what to believe. Pellaz had once been a friend. A close friend. But now, he was Tigron. He was running a tribe. No, bigger than that. A country? If rumor was too believed, one day all of Wraeththu. If hara like Seel were what Pellaz was looking for, well, Flick wasn't sure he liked that Pell anymore. He wasn't sure he wanted to see what had happened to a har that was once so caring and innocent and beautiful to turn them. No, Flick was quite sure he wouldn't like this new Pellaz at all. He could only hope that there was a little bit of the old left in him, that maybe Thiede and Seel and whoever else hadn't completely ruined him. He could only hope that he'd be able to fight, be able to run and hide somewhere. Hide somewhere no one could ever find them, puppet strings and all. Unlike Seel, Flick intended to fight. He wasn't giving up on his dreams as easily.
He glanced back, hoping Seel would see the utter disappointment in his eyes when the door closed and the lock clicked in place.
Additional Sample: dankmemes.dreamwidth.org/8183.html
