<strong>Curious Eyes ~ My blood boils! ~ Last Night<br/>Tagged:</strong>Howl<br/><hr/><br/>He listened with a calm manner though as she drew closer to him naturally he grew a touch tense. She explained that the sense of modesty was something she didn't have and he had gathered that at least. He looked over her now as she approached closer and closer until she was right next to him. He shifted in the waters a touch...<strong>"In... in public but... I don't think it would matter in private."</strong>He said with an incredibly hard blush. Even if he wasn't being honest about how he liked the view she presents to him the city goer had at least one part of him that was purely honest regardless of circumstances. That guilty mark was not in the open under the waters but one didn't have to make a guess about his mindset.<br/><br/>The catalyst however for causing him to become much more natural and serious was when she touched his shoulder where his missing arm was. She asked about the arm and how it was lost and how she would tear apart the one who did it. Curious looked down now.<strong>"Thats not an easy story to tell. It started several months ago. My surrogate family of orphans got into the scavenging business of ruin exploration. Finding first age artifacts and lore and selling to the highest bidder or being commissioned to go on an expedition. Days like that were pure and probably the best in my life. However that kind of happiness and my family were stolen from me. I and my family of fellow orphans were commissioned to go into an unexplored ruin along with my benefactor. It was meant to be our big break but... no price was ever so high. It was trapped with many first age traps.. a few didn't get past it all. I got to the last door. The door required essence and those who had none, had to make a sacrifice of it... physically. I had to allow my arm to be mangled and crushed... that wasn't the worst part. The benefactor in order to get the prize that we had shed so much blood for... He sacrificed my family in a ritual to open the vaults of that exalted tomb. He had weakened our resolves with his magic and by the time my friends and surrogate family reached it... they just agree with it with broken spirits."</strong>Curious voice cracked a touch as the familiar rage he had welled up inside of him.<br/><br/><strong>"He left me to die down there. I knew what he was... a deathknight but I didn't discover it until he had revealed it to us. In order to get loose I found a button that allowed me to free myself with a sacrifice of flesh. I.. I guess my will to life was more stronger then I knew. An essence cutter severed my own arm up to the shoulder also cauterizing it so there was no further blood loss. I was still trapped down there though. Searching through that whilst filching the food and water off my friend's bodies was disgusting and filled with with such self loathing. Eventually I found my way into another secret entrance... some kind of tunnel that lead into a shrine. I guess it recognized me and what I was to become because I escaped from a first age tomb with my wits... Thats how I became what I am."</strong>He referred to being a Solar but that was what was the truth of the matter. One didn't have to make a big jump in logic to know why he drank heavily. He's not over what happened.