Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Dec 26, 2015 9:18:59 GMT
In the unforgiving slopes of the Frozen North, a seemingly insignificant hybrid was trudging through the snow. The clear white snow was reflecting the Sun's rays off of its surface, gleaming with a blinding light. The air was still with cold, allowing one to see their breath in front of them. Despite the capacity for such cold, Celmaru Waterfield himself was burning up. His forehead was burning like a wild flame, and his body felt tender, and weakened. The chilling atmosphere around him wasn't helping his condition in any way, and was weakening him further.
Celmaru felt like a wounded animal, weak, sickly, pathetic in his own way. Its as if he had lost his newfound power, that of which he trained for in solitude.
"Hah....hah....*cough*, Celmaru breathed, continuing to pant, "Why now?....Of all *cough, hack* d-days....of all the possibilities to get....hah...infected with....huff....illness..."
The sky was darkening, becoming shrouded by the light gray clouds forming above him. The wind began to pick up, creating a strong windchill, furthering the lethality of the mountain cold. Beginning to shiver even more than before, Celmaru adjusted his coat and cape, foolishly attempting to warm himself up, despite his condition.
"I need to get somewhere warm, somewhere....not....here." Celmaru thought, still quivering.
Following that thought, one question formed in Celmaru's mind, letting it sink in, weighing it greatly.
"Can I even fly like this? Or even make it home to my Mother?"
Celmaru was miles from his family home, from his Mother. His poor Mother, left by her husband to fight his responsibility, and left by her only child, who left for the same reason. Celmaru began to wobble at the knees, proving his condition was going downhill (per se) at an unbelievable rate. Celmaru knew that his immune system could hold up against a common cold, or even a fever, what stopped from doing so now?
Celmaru began another fit of intense coughing, unable to suppress it this time. Celmaru's throat was burning with sudden, dull pain. "Oh Kami, why?" Celmaru said, panting as a result of his recent coughing fit.
"I need to get off the ground...." Celmaru said, his head starting to pound.
Celmaru attempted to place his ki under his unstable feet, trying to gain lift. Eventually his feeble body began to lift up off the ground.
"Unbelievable, my throat is sore....or at least incredibly dry from this air, my head is becoming similar to what might as well be a drum, and my body is becoming weathered from this illness overall...." Celmaru thought, using his willpower to stay above the snow covered earth below.
Celmaru tried to boost his power, so he can move quickly, but his body forced his hand. The illness proved to be greater than Celmaru realized, as his lunch nearly ejected itself from Celmaru's stomach.
"Urp...!" Celmaru burped, holding his hand to his mouth. "Urgh....stupid convenience store peanut butter jelly sandwich....It must've been old.....really old."
Struggling to maintain his height, Celmaru continued to think of what might have happened to him. "Some of that food was surely old, and I must've gotten food poisoning....the bad kind. This could've led to my body contracting this illness as well, as it was attempting to cure the poisoning through my immune system...."
Barely staying above ground (at least by a Fighter's standards), roughly 20 feet in the air, Celmaru floated his way towards the nearest town or city he could find.
* * *
Double vision began to set in at this point.
Celmaru Waterfield, the hybrid that told himself to save his planet from an egotistical monster, was being eaten away by a common sickness.
"N-No...not....I c-can't.....ughh..." Celmaru said, falling rapidly towards the frozen earth.
Celmaru began to see nothing but a black, empty void of his own unconsciousness. Falling head-first into the ground, he landed in front of someone's house, in a small town with a mine based in it, the small village of Lucia.
(Thread Power Level: 447.1 (Due to Sickness)
Celmaru felt like a wounded animal, weak, sickly, pathetic in his own way. Its as if he had lost his newfound power, that of which he trained for in solitude.
"Hah....hah....*cough*, Celmaru breathed, continuing to pant, "Why now?....Of all *cough, hack* d-days....of all the possibilities to get....hah...infected with....huff....illness..."
The sky was darkening, becoming shrouded by the light gray clouds forming above him. The wind began to pick up, creating a strong windchill, furthering the lethality of the mountain cold. Beginning to shiver even more than before, Celmaru adjusted his coat and cape, foolishly attempting to warm himself up, despite his condition.
"I need to get somewhere warm, somewhere....not....here." Celmaru thought, still quivering.
Following that thought, one question formed in Celmaru's mind, letting it sink in, weighing it greatly.
"Can I even fly like this? Or even make it home to my Mother?"
Celmaru was miles from his family home, from his Mother. His poor Mother, left by her husband to fight his responsibility, and left by her only child, who left for the same reason. Celmaru began to wobble at the knees, proving his condition was going downhill (per se) at an unbelievable rate. Celmaru knew that his immune system could hold up against a common cold, or even a fever, what stopped from doing so now?
Celmaru began another fit of intense coughing, unable to suppress it this time. Celmaru's throat was burning with sudden, dull pain. "Oh Kami, why?" Celmaru said, panting as a result of his recent coughing fit.
"I need to get off the ground...." Celmaru said, his head starting to pound.
Celmaru attempted to place his ki under his unstable feet, trying to gain lift. Eventually his feeble body began to lift up off the ground.
"Unbelievable, my throat is sore....or at least incredibly dry from this air, my head is becoming similar to what might as well be a drum, and my body is becoming weathered from this illness overall...." Celmaru thought, using his willpower to stay above the snow covered earth below.
Celmaru tried to boost his power, so he can move quickly, but his body forced his hand. The illness proved to be greater than Celmaru realized, as his lunch nearly ejected itself from Celmaru's stomach.
"Urp...!" Celmaru burped, holding his hand to his mouth. "Urgh....stupid convenience store peanut butter jelly sandwich....It must've been old.....really old."
Struggling to maintain his height, Celmaru continued to think of what might have happened to him. "Some of that food was surely old, and I must've gotten food poisoning....the bad kind. This could've led to my body contracting this illness as well, as it was attempting to cure the poisoning through my immune system...."
Barely staying above ground (at least by a Fighter's standards), roughly 20 feet in the air, Celmaru floated his way towards the nearest town or city he could find.
* * *
Double vision began to set in at this point.
Celmaru Waterfield, the hybrid that told himself to save his planet from an egotistical monster, was being eaten away by a common sickness.
"N-No...not....I c-can't.....ughh..." Celmaru said, falling rapidly towards the frozen earth.
Celmaru began to see nothing but a black, empty void of his own unconsciousness. Falling head-first into the ground, he landed in front of someone's house, in a small town with a mine based in it, the small village of Lucia.
(Thread Power Level: 447.1 (Due to Sickness)