A new beginning.
Soil mashed under foot, fitting evenly in the grooves of his boots. Weight shifting left then right as he hobbled along battle worn and tired. Dirt smudged against his cheeks, matted against the frayed end of his cloak, and ingrown to the fabric of his clothing. Tears and dilapidated spots on his pants, with each straining breath his state of health was only exacerbated. Climbing to the reaches of frustration at his obvious lack of regard and disappointing show within his previous battle, shoulders slumped forward to give him that weary, altruistic glow to him.
Right eye half opened while his left was completely closed, he was more than worn thin. He was a car running so far past empty the gas gauge seemed to be broken. Shuffling steps only inform to a new danger. Arsenic a product of diverted attention, and regard others before yourself complex. Also a product of a coming fall, his one opened eye looking to the ground, watching his feet instead of looking a head of him which was his only weakness when walking alone.
His head on tree collision.
WAM!
The top of Arsenic’s head darted against the surface of a hanging branch, which only lead to him staggering backward. Another swell of pain washing over his body, from the top of his head, previous maims, and bruises throbbing with renewed vigor. He whooped and hollered holding his head, cursing bitterly to himself.
Sweet lord, holy hell, and the occasional fvzck me.
Water bucked at the rim of his eyelid, inhaling rapidly as he bit his bottom lip. Though a high pain tolerance he did have, that didn’t mean Arsenic liked being struck. Inhaling deeply before exhaling he got himself under composure, trying to subdue the tears that threatened to poor. He as t the end of his rope and questioning his own mettle to be able to serve others, and to serve for others.