[ ♑ ] and after death he said...

[grandhighblood]

who: grand highblood & summoner

when: after the summoner comes back from 'death'

where: the forest

style: doesn't matter

status: closed

Coming back from the dead is all right. Meh.

The Grand Highblood didn't know what to expect when he was to be revived after being efficiently tortured and maimed to death, much to his delight (and someways, annoyance). It could hurt, it could be lame, it could be just a blink of an eye. He wasn't sure what he felt when he realized he was finally himself again, no injuries, nothing, just standing in the middle of the plaza like a confused wriggler.

All right, so things with Darkleer were getting pretty heavy, but that's about all that had changed...if that's even the right word for it, and all's well like it should've been. He searched for any signs of the fluttering troll, checked the networks, anything, to confirm his return but there had been nothing. It was silent in Vatheon and the island about the Summoner's whereabouts, and was claimed to be officially 'dead', which really irritated him.

He was in denial for a bit, hiding and sulking in places around the island and the forest near his hive, but he avoided the trolls mostly because he definitely did not wish to be sopored. Bring on the fire, the pain, break his bones, smash his teeth, he didn't give a shit...but keep that neon green sludge away from his insides. So, he's having one of those days just sitting in the forest, bored as fuck, listening to the chattering and twittering of animals as they warned each other of a hulking presence. He thinks it's stupid how the forest of all fucking places is the place he visits when he's bored instead of the old church and cave areas.

Propped up against a tree, the highblood had actually decided to forgo a shirt and sat there staring at the various scars running all over his abdomen, tracing them idly with a finger. He's also got a couple of scars on his neck where Darkleer's fingers had plunged in, a splotchy looking one on the back of his hand where Summoner had driven the knife into and cracked back, and the eye that the same troll had gouged out was back but the stab wound on the skin around the eye remained in a short gash. He was starting up a collection, seriously.