[ It's disorienting, exhausting. He's not sure if this is death, or perhaps some form of banishment to a realm meant for the sinners like himself. His memory is vague, the images all clouded and distorted - he remembers reaching out for her, trying his best to fight back and reach for her as a greater force dragged him away, down, down into the inky depths. When he landed the impact took his breath away, but even that was confusing in itself.
His steps are awkward and clumsy, a hand held out in front of him and trying to find something to grab ahold of, to regain his balance and gather some semblance of his surroundings. Where is he? Why did it have to happen this way? If he completed his assigned task, is she alive? Well? All alone?
He trips, collapsing down onto the ground, and it's a struggle to get back up on his feet. There's something (several somethings?) approaching, and he swings an arm at them, a pitiful attempt to keep whatever it is at bay. Did he drop his weapons? Where's the sword, his bow?
It's dark enough that he can't see the greyish tint to his skin, nor can he feel the new additions at either side of his head. He can barely see much of anything. The most he can do his feel his way around, swat at the strange things swarming around him, and try not to trip over his own feet again.
... that last part doesn't always go so well, though. ]
wander; shadow of the colossus
[ It's disorienting, exhausting. He's not sure if this is death, or perhaps some form of banishment to a realm meant for the sinners like himself. His memory is vague, the images all clouded and distorted - he remembers reaching out for her, trying his best to fight back and reach for her as a greater force dragged him away, down, down into the inky depths. When he landed the impact took his breath away, but even that was confusing in itself.
His steps are awkward and clumsy, a hand held out in front of him and trying to find something to grab ahold of, to regain his balance and gather some semblance of his surroundings. Where is he? Why did it have to happen this way? If he completed his assigned task, is she alive? Well? All alone?
He trips, collapsing down onto the ground, and it's a struggle to get back up on his feet. There's something (several somethings?) approaching, and he swings an arm at them, a pitiful attempt to keep whatever it is at bay. Did he drop his weapons? Where's the sword, his bow?
It's dark enough that he can't see the greyish tint to his skin, nor can he feel the new additions at either side of his head. He can barely see much of anything. The most he can do his feel his way around, swat at the strange things swarming around him, and try not to trip over his own feet again.
... that last part doesn't always go so well, though. ]