Dnd: Azure Vehement
Azure, a old man to some, a young handsome lad to the others if they had a good eye. There are some things he didn't like to go on and on about, but alchol was his poison he picked, a no good drunk is what he went for, drowing deep within the bottom of the bottle so many times like a haze trapped in a mist, that was who he was. Training young children was a passion, a love
that he worked so hard for, to bring young children together and watch them grow was what brought him peace, for he believed
that, "Training the youth will preserve your legacy, it will pass on to the next life..."
For what he couldn't do with his family, he tried with other's children in atone for his mistake.
He watched a group of his fellow students he tried to teach become slaughtered with his drunking habits.
He watch his parents he tried to get close with die by his drinking habits...
He watch his brothers family get taken too.
Drinking was something that changed him.
If I've changed, then maybe what was the point of trying to change? What was the point of trying to be better when I've done
this so many times, so many times I lost my way, so many times I lost my path. So many times I fell and stood, fell and stood, fell and stood, and ended up back where was, in the spot I stand now.
Some of this pain was justified, when my brother stole my wife, and gave me my newphew. That pushed the pain of mine to no
return. She just left me, left me to the bottom the bottle to my dispair. Why couldn't she told me? It hurts so much.
Maybe I was too drunk to notice the pain and neglect I gave, the depression was far too much for us to handle. Perhaps my
brother would love her far better than what I could ever do.....?
Azure held his bottle of fine wine in one hand and a harsh liquor in the other. All he could do was lay down on the grass in
dispair over the idea that his wife left him so willingly, a sign that her hope was far gone more than he both thought.
After having to deal with the loss of his students, he had lost his will to be functional. He couldn't bring to take care of
himself. The days when the warm meals he looked forward to is gone. He wanted to tell her, he wanted to praise his lovers food, her care she gave, her shelter that helped him through all those hard times. Yet this depression could only make the sound of silence more known to her. She could only take so much.
She just wanted to be loved too.