[Bothari hadn't talked much to anyone since arriving. It did do to talk to it when it happened. There were people, the cold, the hunger, the smells. All of them seemed real, but Bothari had long since found that it always SEEMED real. The only divide he had was knowing that it wasn't. When he lost that boundary, he lost everything.
The uniform had caused trouble. A sort of resentment. The brown and silver livery stood out, but Bothari wasn't to be parted with it. The suggestion had been stared down, a sort of dark violence stirring in the enormous man's eyes.
He passed the time, the small celebration whirling around him and his small slice of silence, trying to figure out where he really was. Solitary? He hadn't been there for decades. Unless those years, too, were a dream.
He spat, warding off that black, miserable thought. His Lady would see to his treatment soon, and this will all melt away. A shadow crosses over him. He doesn't look up.]
Sod off. [The mutter was deep, barely audible, when you pass too close. But the intense malevolence radiating from the man couldn't quite be mistaken.]
Konstantine Bothari | OTA (potential CW)
[Bothari hadn't talked much to anyone since arriving. It did do to talk to it when it happened. There were people, the cold, the hunger, the smells. All of them seemed real, but Bothari had long since found that it always SEEMED real. The only divide he had was knowing that it wasn't. When he lost that boundary, he lost everything.
The uniform had caused trouble. A sort of resentment. The brown and silver livery stood out, but Bothari wasn't to be parted with it. The suggestion had been stared down, a sort of dark violence stirring in the enormous man's eyes.
He passed the time, the small celebration whirling around him and his small slice of silence, trying to figure out where he really was. Solitary? He hadn't been there for decades. Unless those years, too, were a dream.
He spat, warding off that black, miserable thought. His Lady would see to his treatment soon, and this will all melt away. A shadow crosses over him. He doesn't look up.]
Sod off. [The mutter was deep, barely audible, when you pass too close. But the intense malevolence radiating from the man couldn't quite be mistaken.]