The Portal
05-02-2018, 09:12 AM
His head seared.
Hot pain flooding itself down the muscles his neck and wrapping around his skull. A familiar sensation but truly different in this moment. The fierce stare kept itself drilled on the ground for a moment, The familiar tension wrapped itself along sinew that was both tightly corded and in all the wrong places. Between the raw pain in his skull and the ache in his muscles and what he was seeing it was easy to assume this was his own mind. The thought threw a sick knot into his throat. But that didn’t make sense. Not because hallucinations this real were not possible he had had managed to get his hands on opium or have had been drugged by someone that knew of his habit. No that part was the exact reason his mind went there first. But they had been in the midst of engagement.
The second he was told of sails on the horizon he had put down his drink. It was three hours before they gained on her. There was no way he could have been under the effects of being drugged. Which led him to believe this was very much real. Drawing a slow breath inward he let his mind sort out the actual facts that this was his body and yet not. And it was as that moment passed he managed to remind himself there was nothing he could do about the hand dealt. He could only play the cards. So the next step was adapting. Adapting and getting answers. Something he was not only knowledged in but skilled at. His concern quickly however turned to the one soul that meant more to him than anything on this earth.
He had no idea where the man was. Or what had happened. His mind as completely devoid of any memory beyond the order he gave. Faint whisps of memories he could not form into anything tangible danced just out of his grasp. Taunting him with their echoes of something he could not remember. But something brushed over his nostrils. It was a scent that oddly seemed as though it belonged. He could feel his muscles pull tighter. Raw tension winding itself into the coils as the sinew and flesh flexed and shifted. Somewhere he found the ability to snap around. Something clicking as he felt the oddest sensation.
His ears shifting backward against his skull and burying themselves into the thick of his main. In that moment his teeth bared, offering a clear view of the carnivorous ivories as he took a long step forward. Oddly enough it seemed a little more natural. His neck arching as he squared his shoulders, fury writing itself thickly across his angular features. For a moment he offered nothing but a low, ungodly growl from the back of his throat. A dark and sick sound as the storm in his eyes roared to life. The Captain could feel the thick sensation of fury. It was something he’d come to grasp in himself. And he knew well what anger could cause in him. However there was not so much as a scent of sulfur or a sound of thunder. No howling winds or driving rain. Which did beg a question as to why?
“Where in Hell am I? I want fuckin’ answers… why the fuck am I a horse and what the fuck put me here.” Ryder couldn’t truly hold back the demands. He had never been one with an sense of tact or skill socially. Truly he had two modes of dealing with anything and right now this male was seeing the first. He would fight and use whatever force needed to cope with the fury and rage burning in his chest. Without thinking he let a large hoof cut a deep scar into the earth below his hooves, letting the rage consume ever inch for him for the moment. Perhaps with intent to purge the ire so he might manage to process without it.
This would be so much fuckin’ easier if Arro was here…
A voice brushed against his ears and this one new. Off. But it did little but fuel his fury. Oh, he knew the rage was useless at the moment, but it was a phase. One he had to accept would pass when the shock did. Slowly he offered another growl without turning towards the voice itself. “No, yeh fuckin’ coward but yeh will be if yeh don’t keep right where yeh fuckin’ are.” He growled the words with no attempt to quarter given in the malice and rage in his voice. Truly his thoughts kept returning to the man he’d be speerated from. Ryder’s entire crew was his family. The onle one he’d ever had. But Arronax was more. The man held his heart and the thought of anything having happened to him only turned his anger darker and darker still.
Somewhere had the man been within reach he would have had the ability to be reminded, rather sharply of his behavior. And there had been times where just him standing there without a word often helped calm that powerful rage. Sighing slowly he tried to force his mind to remember such things. It was not an easy task. Not without him there. And perhaps it was not the best way to get the information he needed but there was one thing that kept Ryder’s fury dark and powerful and it was his deal with the Devil himself. Not something he was proud of but as a demon you could not go making bargains with any Holy being.
And thus his soul was tied to the sea itself. The conditions of which he cared not to speak of but he knew it wouldn’t be long before he needed to get to a coastline. He would worry about that detail later. His first task needed to be calming that anger and trying to see if Arronax was even hre. Wherever here was. Sighing he looked towards the equine who had stepped into view, regarding him for a moment as he forced himself to not say a word. Slowly he let his gaze turn to the other stallion. He would make no apologies. It was not who he was but he was doing what he could to take his anger back into his own control.
“...I’m Captain Calhoun Ryder of the Ranger, if any of yeh know shit about that. It doesn’t matter. I need to find someone. Someone… someone I can’t afford to lose.” He sighed and let his gaze sweep the area for a moment. “Yeh both seem to know somethin’ about… whatever the fuck this place is.” The stormy blue eyes regarded the odd trees, their gnarled fingers cutting through the must and darkness only to meld themselves together well above them in a knotted canopy. Shadows played across the ground and in the blackness eyes glowed and whispers of breath brushed along your ears.
Ryder had never been one to feel fear in the same way most did and these days it didn’t exist at all. It had been replaced with anger and hatred. And right now what he hated most was the fact Arronax was missing. It was such a deep fury he knew well what it would have been if it did not mask the truth. An unended, bottomless pit of fear and terror that the one thing that mattered above everything in his world might no longer even exist. Rather than face that he only knew to choke back his want to unleash pain and agony on everything in sight and try and use his mind. “...If yeh can show me out of this… void I’d be in yerh debt. And a pirate does not take such things lightly. I need to find him… there is no other fuckin’ option.”
That was something Ryder felt with every fiber of his being.
He had to find Arronax.
It was all that mattered.
Hot pain flooding itself down the muscles his neck and wrapping around his skull. A familiar sensation but truly different in this moment. The fierce stare kept itself drilled on the ground for a moment, The familiar tension wrapped itself along sinew that was both tightly corded and in all the wrong places. Between the raw pain in his skull and the ache in his muscles and what he was seeing it was easy to assume this was his own mind. The thought threw a sick knot into his throat. But that didn’t make sense. Not because hallucinations this real were not possible he had had managed to get his hands on opium or have had been drugged by someone that knew of his habit. No that part was the exact reason his mind went there first. But they had been in the midst of engagement.
The second he was told of sails on the horizon he had put down his drink. It was three hours before they gained on her. There was no way he could have been under the effects of being drugged. Which led him to believe this was very much real. Drawing a slow breath inward he let his mind sort out the actual facts that this was his body and yet not. And it was as that moment passed he managed to remind himself there was nothing he could do about the hand dealt. He could only play the cards. So the next step was adapting. Adapting and getting answers. Something he was not only knowledged in but skilled at. His concern quickly however turned to the one soul that meant more to him than anything on this earth.
He had no idea where the man was. Or what had happened. His mind as completely devoid of any memory beyond the order he gave. Faint whisps of memories he could not form into anything tangible danced just out of his grasp. Taunting him with their echoes of something he could not remember. But something brushed over his nostrils. It was a scent that oddly seemed as though it belonged. He could feel his muscles pull tighter. Raw tension winding itself into the coils as the sinew and flesh flexed and shifted. Somewhere he found the ability to snap around. Something clicking as he felt the oddest sensation.
His ears shifting backward against his skull and burying themselves into the thick of his main. In that moment his teeth bared, offering a clear view of the carnivorous ivories as he took a long step forward. Oddly enough it seemed a little more natural. His neck arching as he squared his shoulders, fury writing itself thickly across his angular features. For a moment he offered nothing but a low, ungodly growl from the back of his throat. A dark and sick sound as the storm in his eyes roared to life. The Captain could feel the thick sensation of fury. It was something he’d come to grasp in himself. And he knew well what anger could cause in him. However there was not so much as a scent of sulfur or a sound of thunder. No howling winds or driving rain. Which did beg a question as to why?
“Where in Hell am I? I want fuckin’ answers… why the fuck am I a horse and what the fuck put me here.” Ryder couldn’t truly hold back the demands. He had never been one with an sense of tact or skill socially. Truly he had two modes of dealing with anything and right now this male was seeing the first. He would fight and use whatever force needed to cope with the fury and rage burning in his chest. Without thinking he let a large hoof cut a deep scar into the earth below his hooves, letting the rage consume ever inch for him for the moment. Perhaps with intent to purge the ire so he might manage to process without it.
This would be so much fuckin’ easier if Arro was here…
A voice brushed against his ears and this one new. Off. But it did little but fuel his fury. Oh, he knew the rage was useless at the moment, but it was a phase. One he had to accept would pass when the shock did. Slowly he offered another growl without turning towards the voice itself. “No, yeh fuckin’ coward but yeh will be if yeh don’t keep right where yeh fuckin’ are.” He growled the words with no attempt to quarter given in the malice and rage in his voice. Truly his thoughts kept returning to the man he’d be speerated from. Ryder’s entire crew was his family. The onle one he’d ever had. But Arronax was more. The man held his heart and the thought of anything having happened to him only turned his anger darker and darker still.
Somewhere had the man been within reach he would have had the ability to be reminded, rather sharply of his behavior. And there had been times where just him standing there without a word often helped calm that powerful rage. Sighing slowly he tried to force his mind to remember such things. It was not an easy task. Not without him there. And perhaps it was not the best way to get the information he needed but there was one thing that kept Ryder’s fury dark and powerful and it was his deal with the Devil himself. Not something he was proud of but as a demon you could not go making bargains with any Holy being.
And thus his soul was tied to the sea itself. The conditions of which he cared not to speak of but he knew it wouldn’t be long before he needed to get to a coastline. He would worry about that detail later. His first task needed to be calming that anger and trying to see if Arronax was even hre. Wherever here was. Sighing he looked towards the equine who had stepped into view, regarding him for a moment as he forced himself to not say a word. Slowly he let his gaze turn to the other stallion. He would make no apologies. It was not who he was but he was doing what he could to take his anger back into his own control.
“...I’m Captain Calhoun Ryder of the Ranger, if any of yeh know shit about that. It doesn’t matter. I need to find someone. Someone… someone I can’t afford to lose.” He sighed and let his gaze sweep the area for a moment. “Yeh both seem to know somethin’ about… whatever the fuck this place is.” The stormy blue eyes regarded the odd trees, their gnarled fingers cutting through the must and darkness only to meld themselves together well above them in a knotted canopy. Shadows played across the ground and in the blackness eyes glowed and whispers of breath brushed along your ears.
Ryder had never been one to feel fear in the same way most did and these days it didn’t exist at all. It had been replaced with anger and hatred. And right now what he hated most was the fact Arronax was missing. It was such a deep fury he knew well what it would have been if it did not mask the truth. An unended, bottomless pit of fear and terror that the one thing that mattered above everything in his world might no longer even exist. Rather than face that he only knew to choke back his want to unleash pain and agony on everything in sight and try and use his mind. “...If yeh can show me out of this… void I’d be in yerh debt. And a pirate does not take such things lightly. I need to find him… there is no other fuckin’ option.”
That was something Ryder felt with every fiber of his being.
He had to find Arronax.
It was all that mattered.
1335 WORDS - @Ricochet / @Roscorro - Well Ryder is just a big ball of anger rn… have a very pissed off pirate cause he doesn’t know where Arro is and he’s confused and has no idea how to process fear so he just gets really angry. No idea why he hasn’t attentioned Rico or Rosco yet but I highly suspect he might try at one point. Bad Ryder. No hurting people. Especially Not the Rico child.
