It had been hell getting here, my veins pulsing with pain every time my heart, and the new "heart" that shady dealer put in my chest, beat. I paid the inn I was staying at in downtown Hargeon for the best room they had, and one that cancelled out noise going outward as well. Then I wrote several letters to those that knew me, pleading for company or help, and sent them out, and I hoped most of them made it. I disrobed, and found my veins pulsating with a blackness like necrosis, or rot, alongside the normal red. I spent the first couple hours by myself in the bathroom, heaving up the contents of my stomach, most of the time dry heaving, sometimes actually vomiting. Then I kept myself in my bed, and hoped the pain would pass eventually pass from my veins. I pulled the covers over me for a while, then pushed them away, repeating this for what felt like hours. My natural hair color kept shifting back and forth from its normal coloring, to a color like shadow, pulsating like this for hours before finally coming to a stop at my normal hair color. This didn't pass the amount of pain I was in, however. It kept burning like a sun was inside my chest, irradiating its toxic sunlight from the core fibre of my being outward, and yet it was like the opposite, cold, like the void, and hollow, like someone cut a hole through my chest. I kept on tossing and turning for ages, before I heard a creak at my door. I created some black silk bedclothes for myself, for modesty purposes, and turned to see who came in.
(To those who were invited, just please be as active as possible. Aera Tylidae)
(To those who were invited, just please be as active as possible. Aera Tylidae)