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29-04-2023, 11:20 PM
Entry 3: The Mark of Burning Failure
The electronic blue flickered to life as the recorder turned on. The room was engulfed in a darkness, nothing would be seen and the recording would be devoid of sound for a good minute or so. But then suddenly a small flame appeared in the center of view, illuminating the erea ever so slightly. The small flickering flame waved and bend as it revealed the bare, trained chest of the pureblood. The dim light of the flame would shift out of place to the right first, revealing a candle, just before it would be lighted, then he moved to the left, revealing yet another candle, only to be lit. The moving flame shifted once more from it's location, and over to the center, lighting a final candle. Once the third candle had been lit, the smaller flame would dissapear, while the three flames would offer a dim lighting in the room, revealing that the man of purity would currently be sitting in a meditative position, simple leather boots and trousers would be worn, while his chest and arms would be stripped from their clothing. The man's face would remain hidden within the shadows however.
''Zûtawturwasa. Shurs. Sariji. Those are the three words that describe my first week as an Apprentice. I made larger mistakes than I normally would, if I would've truly thought about my actions before acting, and because of this... I will make sure to never forget them.''
The recording flickered for a moment, indicating it wasn't completely repaired since the last entry. Once the image would be normal once more, the glowing golden yellow of his eyes would be visible in the darkness and a metal object would be hovering over the central flame, a 'Z' shaped metal, being licked by the flames as it was slowly heated.
''I have been humiliated, and no, I am not reffering to what happened with Apprentice Vaenra. All of it was on me, I didn't think, I was blinded by emotion, the Lorekeeper would most likely see more than I did, I lost control, I need to regain it. Control over my mind, my body, my spirit. The reputation that I am destroying, and not just that of my own, but that of my family as well.''
The image flicker again. This time, the male's fists would be hovering above the left and right candles. The glowing golden yellow's gaze would remain locked on the light of the recorder, not blinking, not even once. The metal would start to glow a gentle orange. A shaky breath would become audible as both fists suddenly opened, clawing his hands as he does, revealing the elonged, sharpened talons. And as he does, a granular substance would dive into the candle's flames, causing them to increase it's intensity for but a moment, while the fire itself turned into a sickly green. The man would hold his clawed hands there, in place.
''I previously mentioned that I shall mirror the flame as it lights my path through the darkness that I engulf myself in. Now, with my own failure and breaking my vow in such a short peroid of time. I shall take the punishment of the flames and mark my own flesh, and they will force me to strive for improvement, they will be a reminder of that, what I should not do.''
At those words, the pureblood would then take the grip of the metal into his right hand, shift his left arm, so that his lower arm is completely revealed in the dim light. The man's eyes shift from their place and lock onto his forearm, another shaky breath became audible before the 'Z' would rush in, and with hissing sound the hot metal would mark the purebloods flesh. The recording would flicker once more, and the room was once more devoid of light and sound. Then the recording stopped.
The electronic blue flickered to life as the recorder turned on. The room was engulfed in a darkness, nothing would be seen and the recording would be devoid of sound for a good minute or so. But then suddenly a small flame appeared in the center of view, illuminating the erea ever so slightly. The small flickering flame waved and bend as it revealed the bare, trained chest of the pureblood. The dim light of the flame would shift out of place to the right first, revealing a candle, just before it would be lighted, then he moved to the left, revealing yet another candle, only to be lit. The moving flame shifted once more from it's location, and over to the center, lighting a final candle. Once the third candle had been lit, the smaller flame would dissapear, while the three flames would offer a dim lighting in the room, revealing that the man of purity would currently be sitting in a meditative position, simple leather boots and trousers would be worn, while his chest and arms would be stripped from their clothing. The man's face would remain hidden within the shadows however.
''Zûtawturwasa. Shurs. Sariji. Those are the three words that describe my first week as an Apprentice. I made larger mistakes than I normally would, if I would've truly thought about my actions before acting, and because of this... I will make sure to never forget them.''
The recording flickered for a moment, indicating it wasn't completely repaired since the last entry. Once the image would be normal once more, the glowing golden yellow of his eyes would be visible in the darkness and a metal object would be hovering over the central flame, a 'Z' shaped metal, being licked by the flames as it was slowly heated.
''I have been humiliated, and no, I am not reffering to what happened with Apprentice Vaenra. All of it was on me, I didn't think, I was blinded by emotion, the Lorekeeper would most likely see more than I did, I lost control, I need to regain it. Control over my mind, my body, my spirit. The reputation that I am destroying, and not just that of my own, but that of my family as well.''
The image flicker again. This time, the male's fists would be hovering above the left and right candles. The glowing golden yellow's gaze would remain locked on the light of the recorder, not blinking, not even once. The metal would start to glow a gentle orange. A shaky breath would become audible as both fists suddenly opened, clawing his hands as he does, revealing the elonged, sharpened talons. And as he does, a granular substance would dive into the candle's flames, causing them to increase it's intensity for but a moment, while the fire itself turned into a sickly green. The man would hold his clawed hands there, in place.
''I previously mentioned that I shall mirror the flame as it lights my path through the darkness that I engulf myself in. Now, with my own failure and breaking my vow in such a short peroid of time. I shall take the punishment of the flames and mark my own flesh, and they will force me to strive for improvement, they will be a reminder of that, what I should not do.''
At those words, the pureblood would then take the grip of the metal into his right hand, shift his left arm, so that his lower arm is completely revealed in the dim light. The man's eyes shift from their place and lock onto his forearm, another shaky breath became audible before the 'Z' would rush in, and with hissing sound the hot metal would mark the purebloods flesh. The recording would flicker once more, and the room was once more devoid of light and sound. Then the recording stopped.
