Xydane stood triumphantly over his kill. His prey. No one else to claim but his and his right alone. In the world of predator and prey, he was the hunter. The feeling was glorious and the adrenaline pumping through his body felt like a drug - an addicting drug… and he wanted more.
As the Ixali’s head severed from it’s neck and fell onto the forest floor, the sequence triggered flashbacks that left Xydane staring at the corpse with animosity. The vivid scenes that haunted his mind reminded him how he wasn’t strong enough to save Rose. He wasn’t strong enough to save anyone.
But not anymore.
Baptism through fury, revenge, and war was what granted him the power to fight. Clover was in trouble and Xydane knew that he’d rather send himself to the seven hells than let a second chance be killed by something as foolish and weak as one Ixali.
"Xydane..."
Xydane blinked, returning to reality after Clover’s voice brought him back from his own blood-driven logic. He slowly turned to face her, meeting her eyes and returning the gaze. He felt the momentary silence between them was not at all awkward. Rather, it was fleeting serenity amongst the deafening chaos of the world.
But as the tone of her voice shifted, Xydane listened and gave a quick sigh of relief, thankful that she escaped from harm’s way. But now they had to return there, back into danger, and he was anxious for it, but not with a sense of worry. No, he was eager. Eager to kill the enemies, to see their blood spilled. He felt his arm aching to swing his blade down, the need to see red consuming him and he allowed it to. But as she had done before, and he was sure it was unbeknownst to her that she has this power over him, one look at Clover and the blood lust disappears.
He knew better than to waste time and yet he still extended his arm towards her, lightly grabbing her and pulling her in for a tight embraced. It was quick and he said nothing throughout it, but he hoped the feeling of thankfulness translated through because without her, he would have been so different. He pulled back from the embrace and took her hand, leading them towards the direction she ventured from.
As the Ixali’s head severed from it’s neck and fell onto the forest floor, the sequence triggered flashbacks that left Xydane staring at the corpse with animosity. The vivid scenes that haunted his mind reminded him how he wasn’t strong enough to save Rose. He wasn’t strong enough to save anyone.
But not anymore.
Baptism through fury, revenge, and war was what granted him the power to fight. Clover was in trouble and Xydane knew that he’d rather send himself to the seven hells than let a second chance be killed by something as foolish and weak as one Ixali.
"Xydane..."
Xydane blinked, returning to reality after Clover’s voice brought him back from his own blood-driven logic. He slowly turned to face her, meeting her eyes and returning the gaze. He felt the momentary silence between them was not at all awkward. Rather, it was fleeting serenity amongst the deafening chaos of the world.
But as the tone of her voice shifted, Xydane listened and gave a quick sigh of relief, thankful that she escaped from harm’s way. But now they had to return there, back into danger, and he was anxious for it, but not with a sense of worry. No, he was eager. Eager to kill the enemies, to see their blood spilled. He felt his arm aching to swing his blade down, the need to see red consuming him and he allowed it to. But as she had done before, and he was sure it was unbeknownst to her that she has this power over him, one look at Clover and the blood lust disappears.
He knew better than to waste time and yet he still extended his arm towards her, lightly grabbing her and pulling her in for a tight embraced. It was quick and he said nothing throughout it, but he hoped the feeling of thankfulness translated through because without her, he would have been so different. He pulled back from the embrace and took her hand, leading them towards the direction she ventured from.
