"She… is certainly brave, and very strong," Hakoda said: Sokka shuddered in his arms, clinging to Hakoda with desperation. "Much stronger than I can imagine… perhaps much stronger than either you or I ever could be, huh? To… to face that monster of a man by herself and help us as best she can by returning you to us, so you could tell us what the Fire Lord might attempt to unleash upon us… it's nothing short of heroic. I'm sorry she had no other choice… I'm sorry if she believed we might not accept her here. I won't lie and pretend everyone would have been welcoming… but I would have gladly gotten to know her, to understand why she's become so precious to you, Sokka, and to help you protect her as best I could."
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Whoa. Whoever you are, i can not tell you how this has caught me. Considering that this time of the year (college) tends to be quite stressfull to me, those things... to me happiness is...
The smell of smoke and coocking meat of a campfire
Drinking hot chocolate outside on a very cold winter
The way your touch travels my body as we mourn for the death of our love. I am not to be consumed only when tears cloud your eyes. You must be aware that the new lover will not fulfill you. Never shall I be overlooked again.
Ayaidus’ eyes would flicker in the night as left the Pig N Whistle, he leaped to a rooftop in one bound taking advantage of his Worgen nature each bound hurt him as he had to leave Wynnie in that state. His mind was racing, his heart was pounding and he didn’t know what to do.
As Aya slipped into the shadows and began sprinting, trees passed at an unnatural pace.
Here we go again
Tears streamed down his cheeks as he traveled farther north. His feet stopped as snow crunched on them and he caught his breath. His eyes still pouring the salty liquid he hasn’t tasted in a while. He reached in his pocket and blew a whistle, shortly after a snow white gryphon would fly down landing at his side. The gryphon soared through the air heading north west towards the forests.
Let the fun begin
His eyes flickered as the gryphon flew low to the ground and he spotted a small house tucked in the corners of Silverpine forest. He leaped from the flying creature as his soft leather soles landed on the roof, almost silently.
Inside the house multiple voices could be heard, a family, a mother and father with two children. Aya’s smirk widened as he threw up his normal illusion turning his eyes a shade of Tiffany Blue. He pulled a stone out that a friend had led him to obtain from the ethreals in Cathedral District. He pressed the rune quickly changing his hard leather armor into soft leather pants and an expensive looking black cloth shirt. Ayaidus’ mind was still racing as he barely thought of his current actions and he thought of everything he was losing. His hands came up tearing the shirt down it’s chest. He pulled a small throwing knife from his bag, the silver gleamed in the moonlight.
((Below this line gets graphic. Recommended 18+ and strong stomached/hearted You have been warned))
The dagger twisted and made it’s why through Aya’s skin causing the crimson blood to drip down his chest and arms, each cut was intricately placed and carved to look like a clawing has occurred.
Ayaidus barely winced as the grim smile stayed glued to his cheeks. The man would slide down the roof purposely landing with a thud. His voice came off as weak and scared as he banged on their front door.
A young human man carefully opened the door, gun in hand. His eyes dropped as he saw Aya’s condition, covered in blood and obviously in pain. His gun lowered as he opened the door fully.
“I need help... please.”
Ayaidus spoke in pain as he looked helpless. The man instantaneously swung the door open calling for his wife to get medical supplies. The wife rushed through cupboards before grabbing a small bag of supplies. At this time Ayaidus would be sitting by a dinner table breathing heavy and holding his chest. The husband of the family worked on cleaning his wound.
“Kids, go upstairs.”
The father yelled as the kids hastily climbed the stares. Aya’s face was painful as the father worked to clean his wounds. The mother would sit nearby waiting to give the needed medical supplies in silence.
“What happened to you?”
The father asked in a rushed but worried tone, trying to get Aya’s mind off the pain. Aya winced and spoke in pain.
“I got robbed by a ranger in this area, and his damned dog got a hold of me.”
The father quickly continued his work as his wife gave him supplies everytime he asked for something. He began stitching Aya’s large slashes and cuts all over his chest and arms. The house was silent besides his screams of pain. All of a sudden they stopped.
“There ya’ go, you’ll probably be sore for a few weeks but that should hold ya together.”
Ayaidus smirked at the man as he stood up adjusting his tattered shirt. He began to walk towards the wife in silence. His body moving as if no pain was there.
“I must say you follow orders greatly Miss.”
He gave a toothy grin as he kissed her hand and turned his gaze to the father who was watching nervously, he noticed something was wrong as Aya’s smirk stayed devious and unpredictable.
“You are a lucky man you know this right?”
The wife would put her hands crossed on the table in front of her as she kept her gaze away from Aya.
“Please leave S-s- Sir we helped you and we have nothing of value.”
Aya’s smirk grew more devious as he quickly turned and stabbed a dagger through both the wife’s hand, the splintering of wood would be heard as the blade appeared from no where then suddenly into the wife’s flesh and halfway through the table.
The mother’s mouth opened to scream but nothing came out as if something was covering up the sound. Aya’s eyes flashed to purple as his gaze turned to the husband. He let go of the dagger leaving the mother pinned to the table in pain screaming but without a sound.
“What the hell are you doing!?” The father screamed in anger and fear.
