Maxwell's Incident

[KUSHerZombie 222]

   
                            

                             
   It was an early evening. Max had just gotten back from a long day of… doing nothing. Again. He had fallen into the great depths of boredom it was terrible. Every day, he would suffer from it. He missed his youth. He missed, somehow, he missed when he was the king of Telemar. He missed being in love with Tanriz, he missed being married to Kenneth, his spouse who had suddenly disappeared, he missed hunting, he missed fighting. All of these things. He missed them greatly. But the biggest thing that had defeated him was this. He missed being powerful. He felt like all of his power had been drained from him through a tube and inserted into another. He wanted all of his power back. He wanted his ruthlessness back. He missed torturing people. Oh what great fun it was to him. In a weird, sick, way. It was better than sitting around all day doing nothing. An idea struck him like a match. He would get his power back. He would do this, by killing and torturing again. He would seek for nobility. He would seek for strength. But first, he must prove himself to himself that he was worth it.

 He would hunt. He would get on his not-so-noble-anymore steed and hunt. Not just for animals, but for people. And so he did. His plan was to take action on those that he hated [he felt this way to many who said being gay was a bad thing and wanted to condemn him to execution because of it] by slaughtering every one of them like pigs. Except with torture added to them. He felt like this would give him power. He knew it would. It did before. He was feared before. He got onto his horse, and rode into the woods.


                             
                                   

  Soon, it was dark. He was riding on his horse in a dark deep forest. It reminded him of his youth. He trotted through the forest, smiling for the first time in weeks. It somehow reminded him of his first kiss. Then it happened.

 It was all to fast. Yells, swords, and arrows flew from the air. Or so it seemed. He was soon struck by an arrow, hitting his calf. He what seemed to be flew off of his horse, and dove headfirst into the ground. Darkness clouded his vision. He lays there, his messy hair all over the place. Dried blood now forming on his wound.

 An hour passed. He could faintly hear a small voice saying "Pull it out!" or "Don't hurt him!" or "Is he dead?" Max couldn't feel a thing, could hardly think, and most definitely could not see. Soon, the same rush of darkness came over him again. He was what seemed to be asleep. But he had fallen into a deep coma. Nobody knew how long it would last. Nobody knew.


                [OOC]
Basically, I'm putting Max 'to rest' for a while. Not killing him, just going inactive for a while. I'm going to play a kha for some time. When I'm ready, Max will come back, but until then, stay tuned for my newest char!

[Treshure 5817]

Hobs senses something in the air... it seems sharp.

"Wat."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.