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Van Gogh's Crows

op ma apr 02, 2018 7:14 pm


   
WHAT IS DEAD
may never die


A mixture of heavy breathing and soft growls of pain was audible while the young male tried his hardest to stay on the back of the horse he had stolen earlier. Every time the animal made an unexpected move, a sharp wave of pain shot through his body. The pelt of the horse was drenched in blood and coloured red. His blood. Two arrows were sticking out of his shoulder and lower back, while a third had pierced his upper right leg almost completely. He couldn’t walk, he was pretty sure of that, but luckily he had been able to jump onto the horse so he could flee from the guards that were chasing him. Aside from the obvious arrows, both of his arms were bleeding as well, where the swords of the guards had sliced his skin. Someone had also tried to stab him with his spear, but he had turned around quickly enough so it wasn't a fatal wound. His side was just bleeding heavily, where the weapon had scratched his ribs. It hadn't killed him on the spot. But he was slowly losing more and more blood. This time he was wounded badly, and even after being injured so many times, he knew that this time it was pretty serious.

From time to time he was almost losing consciousness. It was only the pain that kept him alert, though he was struggling hard not to give in to the comfort of the black void that was promising relief. Romeo was on his way, or so he thought, back to the shore where the White Shark was docked and waiting for its captain to return. For now he thought he had lost the guards, probably because they wouldn’t bother following him so far into the forest. Maybe they expected him to die out here anyways. And they could maybe be right. The horse, who was full of stress and adrenaline too, suddenly jumped aside when a squirrel ran past its legs. Romeo couldn’t even fight it when he fell down on the ground.

This time he couldn’t hold back a yelp of pain. One of the arrows in his back snapped in two pieces, before he rolled on his tummy. His face was touching the cold ground, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment. After that, he took a few deep breaths. Or as deep as his painful body would allow him. The attempt to find some energy to move, failed, and he coughed lightly when his muscles tensed up, causing more pain. The taste of blood in his mouth was a bad sign, but there was nothing he could do about it. In the far distance, he could hear the waves crashing on the shore. At least he wouldn’t die too far away from his God, who would welcome him in his Watery Halls.

&Elodie Beauvais



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Re: Van Gogh's Crows

op za apr 14, 2018 3:17 pm


 
COLD BLOOD
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It was done, there was no coming back. The ship that was taking her away from Nordshal, away from the place where she had always been and that she had never left before, was leaving the shore and Elodie inhaled deeply while she looked at the land becoming smaller and smaller at the horizon. She still wasn’t able to believe she had the courage to board that ship. Not knowing how to behave around people was the biggest obstacle she had to overcome. She didn’t know how to treat them and how should she expect to be treated from them. For more than ten years, the rest of the world moved on, while she was stuck inside her house, inside her own mind, inside her own fears. But she wanted to change, didn’t she?

She didn’t know what made her change her mind and her behaviour towards the rest of the world, she only knew that something had clicked one day, and she decided to open that damned front door and step outside. That day, Nordshal itself wasn’t looking too different from the village she remembered, but the people that were walking down the streets, those people were something new, something that caught her interest. Apparently she caught their interest too and it was thanks to their attentions that she realised she might have been something more than an ugly and useless child. She started wondering how the world outside was, how people would have reacted to her in a bigger city, in a city where people all around the world could meet and, most importantly, a city where nobody knew her and her story. It was with those thoughts in her mind that she finally decided to board a ship that was leaving that small island in the north and heading towards the unknown, huge and terrifying place that was the main land.

Even though she was extremely curious to see the world, the thoughts that clouded her mind every time she found herself walking on the deck of the ship, didn’t fail to throw her into a state of pure panic, where she wanted to jump off that ship only to avoid reaching the destination, even if that would’ve meant dying. That is why she spent most of the time in a small room below decks, where she ended up blocking everyone out and keeping herself inside. She didn’t know how much time had passed since she boarded the ship, but she knew it was time to get off when everything, even her heart seemed to suddenly stop. No more waves to rock the ship gently and the world seemed to fall silent. Her feet started moving by themselves, taking her up on the deck first and right off the ship when she noticed that they had actually docked.

Now, the only thing she had was a name of a city: D’Auvignon. She had no directions and no clue of what she should’ve expected from the city itself, but she had the chance to hear stories about D’Auvignon when she was in Nordshal and she was determined to find out if the stories were true. Asking for directions was harder than she thought, but in the end one of the people that she saw passing by on the ship, was able to tell her exactly where she had to go. Trusting people had always been an issue for her, but she had no choice after all, so she headed north, hoping not to get lost once she entered the forest. It was true that the ship didn’t dock too far from the city, but the woods between the ship and the city were still a challenge for someone like her, who had never left her home before.


Elodie left the shore and what she considered her ‘safe space’ on the ship and entered the forest. The main path was pretty clear, while the woods on the sides made impossible to see if someone or something was coming from there. The girl wasn’t walking for too long when she froze on her spot. Right in front of her, a man laying on the ground in a pool of blood, his eyes closed. The girl scanned his body, noticing arrows around him and different cuts from where the blood was still running slowly. What was she supposed to do now? Help him? How? ...Why? Who was this person? Maybe he deserved to die. Maybe he did something bad. ’Fuck. Who am I to judge.’ She said between her teeth before rushing towards the man and kneeling before him. She didn’t really know what to do, but she also knew that her new life, starting from today, had to be different from what she had experienced until now. In a normal situation, she would’ve turned her back at him, but she was determined to start over in a good way. Moving him looked risky, but it was also the only way to bring him with her to the city and look for help. She grabbed his arm and tried to lift him up, but immediately noticed that no, it wasn’t working. When she carefully put his arm back on the ground, noticed that where there was supposed to be a cut, the skin looked healed and simply dirty with blood. Elodie frowned and shook her head from left to right, pretty sure that her eyes were playing tricks with her. ’Come on, focus.’ She said to herself in a whisper, before looking again at the man laying on the ground. The blood that she could see running from a distance, was now a lot slower, almost reaching a stop. Inhaling deeply and exhaling again, the girl touched him on his side, as if she wanted to draw his attention. ’Are you dead?’ She then asked, knowing that no one could actually answer her ironic question, not sure if that was a relief or a disappointment, because once again, she wasn’t able to be better.
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Re: Van Gogh's Crows

op za apr 14, 2018 4:36 pm


   
WHAT IS DEAD
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This was not how he had imagined his passing. But then again, who actually had the power to decide about when and where they would go? He had made many mistakes in his life. The world would probably be better off without him as well. If he knew one thing for sure, then it was that he deserved this. He had hurt people, made their lives way harder than they were supposed to be, taken property that didn’t belong to him away from people that probably needed it more than him. He had stabbed innocent people, drowned them, killed their loved ones only for his own amusement and to make others hurt. He had lied, manipulated and bribed his way through life, only thinking about himself and his own cause. Selfish, dangerous, psychopathic, untrustworthy, controlling, possessive, cruel, dishonest. All words that applied to his twisted personality, and none of them were positive.

So it would be best for mankind if he just let go. Right here and now, on this dusty road in the forest. He could feel his heart throbbing, struggling to get what little blood was left around in his system. And the pain, by the Drowned God, the pain was everywhere at once. Not even in waves, just a constant reminder of the fact that he had fucked up terribly and he was dying. All alone, without anyone having a clue about his whereabouts and what was happening. How he wished he could see the sea again. The massive amount of water that scared most but meant safety to him. His home. He could only hear the waves in the distance, but it was slowly fading. Not because he was moving away, but because he was slowly drifting towards his end.

Five minutes had passed. Or fifteen, or fifty. He didn’t know how long he had spent in the darkness that had consumed him. But suddenly, he felt different. Better? Maybe not better, but at least he was dragged back to the light. A bit confused he tried to make sense of what was happening. The pain came back, but not as intensely and all-consuming as it was before. He could remember it vaguely, but it was a far away memory by now. A soft touch made him aware of the fact that he wasn’t alone anymore. ’Are you dead?’ He heard someone ask. He didn’t know how to respond. Was he?

With a lot of effort he tried to open his eyes, the bright and intense light in his amber eyes now dimmed and dull. Carefully he inhaled the air, not deeply to avoid the pain coming back. ”I don’t know”, He whispered, barely clear enough for her to understand. His attention shifted to the environment. He could see the forest, the trees and the same dusty path that was soaked with his blood. He couldn’t be dead. Even though his life had been a mess, he expected the Drowned God to welcome him in his Halls. ”Just let me go”, Romeo sighed, closing his eyes again. She was spending her energy on the wrong person. He didn’t deserve to be saved.



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Re: Van Gogh's Crows

op ma apr 16, 2018 8:47 pm


 
COLD BLOOD
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Death. The last dead person she saw, was her own mother. She had never seen blood either. Locked up in her home, nothing there to threaten her safety, she never even thought about the fact that people, all around the world, die. Their lives - even hers - aren’t endless and that was something she had never thought about up until now. She didn’t expect that ‘changing her life’ would’ve implied facing death. Even if she wasn’t the one experiencing it, she was still watching someone while his life was slowly leaving his body. What was the ‘normal’ thing to do in these cases? She didn’t know. Her body felt as if it was moving on its own when she rushed towards the guy and taking him to the city felt like the smartest thing to do. Only that she didn’t take into consideration that she wasn’t strong enough to carry him.

Now she was there in the forest, with blood stains on her clothes, talking to a dying man that was laying next to her. What a great way to start her new life. Her feelings were telling her to just stand up and leave, that there was nothing left of this man to save, too many wounds, too much blood loss. She was about to stand up before freezing on her spot once again. Her eyes were wide open now and she was staring at the man that only ten seconds before looked dead and that was now talking to her. His voice was barely audible but the only fact that she was looking at him moving and looking around was shocking enough. ’Just let me go.’ He talked again, a lot more clearly, before closing his eyes again. Her first instinct was to keep him awake, and to do so, she grabbed both his shoulders before lightly gripping onto them and barely shaking him. ’Please don’t die.’ She then whispered between her teeth. She didn’t know why saving this person was so important to her. Maybe she simply wanted to prove to herself how big of a difference she could make, but it wasn’t working that well.
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Re: Van Gogh's Crows

op ma apr 16, 2018 9:56 pm


   
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The realisation he was quite a fuck-up came too late. But he wouldn’t beg for another chance. If anything, he was ready to go. He also didn’t feel sorry for himself, or he didn’t regret who he was. Life had been hard on him and he had just adapted to it. Kept himself alive, up until this point. Survival had always been the reason behind his behaviour, and he wouldn’t apologise for that. For a moment his thoughts went to his mother, how she would probably be happy he was finally dead. It wasn’t as if she didn’t try to kill him a couple of times when he was younger. So now, she would have what she wanted. Probably without realising. Because who would even tell her? With his last effort, he tried to push away his thoughts. In his last moments, he didn’t want to think about her at all. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. So he focused on what would come next. The afterlife, where he would feast and celebrate his past life along with his God.

Though it seemed like someone had other plans. Someone was trying really hard to pull him back from the void, right through the thick curtain of darkness. And for some reason, it worked. Romeo first thought he was dead, and that he had arrived in the Watery Halls. But no, this was still the dusty road in Navarre, in the middle of a forest he didn’t know. He could barely grasp what was happening, and he didn’t really take in her presence yet. With every second though, he felt more ‘awake’ again. Details of his environment seeped in, and he could see her from the corner of his eye. The one that was trying to save him. If it would work, was another question. He was feeling a bit better but his body had suffered greatly. The pain wasn’t gone yet either, and it felt as if he could slip away any second again.

So he told her to just let him be. Get up and leave him behind. She would do a lot of people a great favour. He didn’t know why, but for some reason she didn’t want to listen. She grabbed his shoulders and shook him lightly, which made him clench his jaws a bit in expectation of pain. Pain that surprisingly didn’t hit him as hard as he had expected. ’Please don’t die.’ He could hear her whisper. Romeo held back a sigh. Damn, she was determined. ”Can you maybe..”, He inhaled sharply when pain shot through him again. ”.. pull out the arrows”, He groaned softly. If she didn’t want to let him die, then the least she could do was remove those, right?



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Re: Van Gogh's Crows

op ma apr 16, 2018 11:38 pm


 
COLD BLOOD
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This wasn’t what she had planned. This wasn’t what she was expecting at all. Even her own reaction took her by surprise, since she had never really cared about people and their needs. Death never affected her life, not even when her parents died, because she was immediately taken by the huge vortex that the abuse of her stepfather was. She didn’t have time to process pain and when she ended up completely alone, she finally released her emotions, eventually running out of them.

So why exactly was she so determined to save this man who she had never met? Was the desire to change her life so strong to change her actions so drastically? Or was it because she had never really understood what death looked like and now she was basically facing it? Either way, she was helping him now and she didn’t know why but couldn’t find the strength to get up and leave. Even when she had given up on trying to lift him up, she simply sat there next to him and laughed at her own misery, since she wasn’t even able to do one simple thing.

But determination struck her again when he actually gave her a reason to believe he was alive. She felt like maybe, just maybe, there still was a chance for her to prove herself she was worthy of living. The man in front of her was dead only few moments ago and now his eyes were open again. Maybe, in the same way, she could’ve found a new meaning to her life and somehow be reborn as a new and better person.

His face was the one of someone who knew the feeling of pain and somehow expected his pain to be a lot worse that what he was feeling. His expression looked surprised and hers probably turned like that as well once he asked her to pull the arrows out of his body. Elodie wasn’t sure she was ready to do that, she didn’t want to hurt him further, but she also didn’t want to question him. She decided to start with the arrow that was sticking out of his leg. She noticed how it was already snapped in two pieces, one laying on the ground next to them while the other was still piercing his leg, so she simply pulled it out as fast as she could. When she noticed that the blood started running a little faster, she put her hand on the wound and started applying pressure before looking around trying to find a bandage of some sort. She ended up choosing to rip off her shirt, but when she lifted her hands from the wound to do so, the blood had basically stopped running. ’What the…’ The girl said with her forehead furrowed, while she moved forward to watch the wound closely. ’Is this normal?’ She pointed at his leg before turning her head towards his face, clearly questioning him.
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Re: Van Gogh's Crows

op di apr 17, 2018 9:30 am


   
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Against all odds, today wouldn’t be the day he died after all. Should he now feel the need to improve his life? Be grateful for this second chance and become a better person? Probably, yes. But he was still Romeo, and not even dying would change him one bit. For now he was still recovering and honestly a little confused as well. It took off the normal edge he would feel when being so close to a woman. Her touch did not trigger him into fear, which would soon turn into rage. It felt like his brain had been shut down and now took a while to start up again. Which was a good thing, as it meant he was calm and she was safe. For now. Slowly he was pulled back into reality though, so it would probably change sooner or later. He noticed at least that he was becoming more aware of his surroundings, more alert as well. Even though the pain prevented him from focussing on it fully, he looked more alive than a couple of minutes ago.

It was still hard to comprehend what was happening though. Or why it was happening. All this time, he had believed that the Drowned God wouldn’t save an ironborn when he was so far away from the sea. His power did not extend far into land. Also, He was not known as a forgiving entity. If He needed a strong sailor, He would take him and never let him go again. Which was quite depressing, for most. But not for Romeo. He wouldn’t mind spending eternity by the side of his God. It made him think He had nothing to do with it. On the other hand, why would he believe this young woman had the power to bring someone back from the death? With every breath he took, he could feel his strength coming back. Surely no human had that kind of skills, right?

It was hard to find a logic explanation with some arrows still sticking out of his body and causing him pain though. So he asked her to remove them, if it wasn’t too much for her. He closed his eyes when she repositioned herself and grabbed on to the arrow that had pierced his leg. A soft growl of pain escaped from his throat when she pulled it out in one go. A few seconds passed and he could hear the tearing of fabric when she ripped off a piece of her shirt that could serve as a bandage. ’What the…’ He then heard her say, which made him open his eyes again. Carefully, he pushed himself up and turned his body around, supporting himself with his arms a bit as he changed to a sitting position. ’Is this normal?’ She asked, pointing at his leg.

For a second, he didn’t understand what she was talking about. Until he could see it for himself. The wound caused by the arrow was already in a further stage of healing. It looked like it was at least a couple of days old, instead of fresh like he had expected. ”I.. I don’t think so?” He replied, confusion lacing his tone. He carefully touched the skin around the wound, as to check if he wasn’t dreaming this. He then noticed his arms were also way less damaged than he could remember. There was too much blood everywhere to believe it only came from the small cuts that were left. ”How did it heal so fast?” He questioned out loud, more to himself but also to her. There had to be something he was missing right now, a piece of information that would explain it all. But for now, he was left in the dark and as confused as she seemed to be.



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