I’m sure I’m fine but in the back of my mind my brain is telling me we’re losing energy day by day and slowly dying.
I highly doubt I am and I think I just have a more burnt out mindset and less energy from a sedentary lifestyle and less activity in my overall life (which I should work on because I’m on screens WAY too much) and also school is being a pain.
Also I was never good at writing longform stuff anyway.
𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 smell of blood fills the caverns of his nostrils , so sickeningly dry , sweet , & metallic . the scent stems into the receptors of his nasal cavities , triggering the nerve - ending bundles of his brain . hard - wired on the lustful desire for more . his tongue pokes out [ ; ] breathy & hot , lapping up the dry tasting airs of ionian summers . such heat was irritable & ignited his fists to keep thrashing down without recoil . in a feverish want for more , hands dolled up in a fresh pelt of crimson [ ; ] webbed in fine sticky strings that thin the more he expands the gaps of his digits , he slowly retracts his form .
a bit of it encrusts between the divots of his knuckle duster , outlining the cracks of teeth that layer the jutting maw of the wolverine . it’s crimson eye socket hollow & gleaming back at him .
❝ BOSS — ! get ‘yer head outta the clouds !! you’ve finished him — !! ❞
get my head outta the clouds … but his fists still throbbed beneath crimson excretions , it burned with a stringent desire [ ; ] 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . the pads of his fingers were embedded with gold , pulsating with what he assumed were his old blood’s power . it became so concentrated in matter , it sticks to the bulbs of his eyes & hair , all he could see was in fact white . his nose suffocated with an overwhelming sense of fresh 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 .
❝ don’t give me orders , boss knows what he’s doin’ . i ain’t a guy with a nut for a head … right ? ❞ jutting fangs rest comfortably against his bottom lip , hair sprouting chin coated in saliva . perhaps he was drooling . his body felt hot [ ; ] it wasn’t from ionia’s sweltering hot season , no . he felt overstimulated . pushed to his limits .
he crushes sounds that threaten to leave his gullet , sinking huffs & grunts beneath his blood soaked molars . his vision blinks , color infusing through the mask of white that glazes over his eyes .
his sternum felt like it had become stretched , along with the seven ridges that barricaded his vital organs . it was a painful shot that scorched up his tailbone , his expanded fingers gripping at the air for anything to grab onto . a guttural hiss seethes through his teeth , finding his attempts thwarted . a pair of wide hands strapped him in place against bodies , meant to stop him . keep him tamed . 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 .
❝ snap out of it boss . you’ve won . ❞
a deeper feminine voice touched his ears & there’s a stiff shift of his jaw . his brain tried as hard as it might to link this voice to a face . his molten flesh felt entombed against a rough surface , it was cool but it was large . he couldn’t move at all . his arteries felt clogged as a hand mounted against his wide neck , stifling his attempts at even biting . not that he was going to anyway .
his vision continues to blink & spiral into a series of dismantling colorful images . there was a mound of red at the center , surrounded by a heavily saturated surrounding . his pit … that’s right . he was in the ring . he was 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 on account of a greater ticket being cashed in . awaiting sacks of coin to spill it’s impregnated canvases over his desk .
wait he —- won ? she said … he won . his enclosed limbs slowly were dispelled of the heat , his magic , & became turmoiled with pain & exhaustion . ❝ wait … really ? ❞ he rasped out to her , so hushed , so ingrained with spent resources . she mimics her reply with a belated hum . ❝ i got you , settrigh . the bouts have already dispersed the crowd … you got your pay . nobody seen what has happened . ❞
so much for that … sett would delegate his workers , making sure there are enough big bodies guarding the profits , while he prepares for a jam - packed audience ‘ hankering for blood . ‘ who was he not to give his blood - thirsty customers of his a deserved show ? no matter the gore behind it . but if it was enough to draw even his trusted to thwart him , this won’t be a pretty sight for old eyes .
❝ be honest with me , farhozi … what’s the damage to that crooked fella ? ❞
❝ about as dead as the croonies you’ve slaughtered in the past . but you’ve ripped into him , despite his passing . damn near unrecognizable . ❞ she replies . ❝ well … more just a sack of meat than recognizable . ❞
❝ fuckin’ hell … ❞
❝ you might want to get ‘yerself cleaned up before filing up those papers for the deceased . ❞ she advised . sett scrunches his nose & scoffs .
❝ yeah … just give me a sec’ , will ‘ya ? ❞ once he stated this , his body had finally been freed . blood smearing on his face as his palms rubbed the plates of his rugged face . his vision finally gets back at him , reading his environment & deducing visible information .
that red mound could be depicted as an obscene distortion of gore [ ; ] gristle broke through flesh & marrow sticks upwards , completely disregarding it’s original purpose or shape . sett couldn’t even make out what belonged to what in the skeleton . entrails are flattened & pasted against the ring’s floor , thick pink innards caved in with shapes of his brass knuckles . chunks of the scalp with specks of black hair loiter about with the flecks of blood splattered a bit of a distance away .
❝ shit … did i really do that ? ❞
farhozi sniffs at him , wiping her thumb against her nose . ❝ in all my years of being a professional pit contender , this is the most gruesome thing yet . ❞
