Arriving in a new world (cw: mention of acupuncture needles)
[Waking up in an unfamiliar place terrified Harang. It reminded him of the first two months after the emperor had taken his sight. The small acupuncture wounds underneath his eyes had mostly healed since then. The bombardment of unfamiliar sensation and sounds made him sink deeper into that suffocating darkness. It felt like something was embedded in in his chest and his heart raced faster as he felt around the foreign object, a red gem. His hand shook slightly as he struggled to keep his panic from showing.
He could hear someone was in the room with him and his head shot up and turned to the direction of sound. Jeonggo? He bit his tongue. He couldn't risk getting his friend involved. He was all he had left and he couldn't stop the hint of hope in his calm voice.]
Who is there?
Exploring
[Harang couldn't dwell on his despair. He still hadn't had his revenge on the emperor. His vengeance was his lifeline and he refused to let it end here. It was infuriating having to start over after after all the painstaking effort it took to memorize the layout of the palace, but it was just a minor setback. He held onto that thought as he careful felt along the wall and counted the steps in his mind.
His red blindfold brought unnecessary attention. He could move more freely without it, so he went without it as he explored the tower. He used his trained ear as a musician to separate the different sounds and paint a vague picture of his surroundings. There were so many sounds he didn't recognize and it put a strain on his head. He stumbled into the wall with a quiet groan as his head suddenly swam.]
Be the real you - Dryad (cw: plant themed body horror, eye body horror, blood)
[As if his current predicament wasn't bad enough, he had to get sick as well? He didn't have time for this. He stubbornly ignored his rising fever and went about his usual routine of mapping out the tower.
30 steps, 31...Ugh each step felt harder than the last and he leaned against the wall more and more as he struggled to continue. How many steps was that now? His careful counting was dashed from his mind when he felt a chilling pain from his eyes. Why were his eyes hurting again? The sharp pain brought him back to the the day he lost his sight. The terror and anguish the naive young musician felt that day was dragged out of his agonized scream as a pair of red irises tore out of his eyes. He collapsed to the ground and curled in a ball as he struggled to stifle his pain as his body continued to change.
His tears were stained by the blood that stained the red flower a darker red, like how his revenge threatened to dye his world red. His skin changed to a pale, greenish hue and a poisonous vine wrapped down his right arm and around his wrist.]
Wilcard
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Harang Kang | The Snake and Flower
[Waking up in an unfamiliar place terrified Harang. It reminded him of the first two months after the emperor had taken his sight. The small acupuncture wounds underneath his eyes had mostly healed since then. The bombardment of unfamiliar sensation and sounds made him sink deeper into that suffocating darkness. It felt like something was embedded in in his chest and his heart raced faster as he felt around the foreign object, a red gem. His hand shook slightly as he struggled to keep his panic from showing.
He could hear someone was in the room with him and his head shot up and turned to the direction of sound. Jeonggo? He bit his tongue. He couldn't risk getting his friend involved. He was all he had left and he couldn't stop the hint of hope in his calm voice.]
Who is there?
Exploring
[Harang couldn't dwell on his despair. He still hadn't had his revenge on the emperor. His vengeance was his lifeline and he refused to let it end here. It was infuriating having to start over after after all the painstaking effort it took to memorize the layout of the palace, but it was just a minor setback. He held onto that thought as he careful felt along the wall and counted the steps in his mind.
His red blindfold brought unnecessary attention. He could move more freely without it, so he went without it as he explored the tower. He used his trained ear as a musician to separate the different sounds and paint a vague picture of his surroundings. There were so many sounds he didn't recognize and it put a strain on his head. He stumbled into the wall with a quiet groan as his head suddenly swam.]
Be the real you - Dryad (cw: plant themed body horror, eye body horror, blood)
[As if his current predicament wasn't bad enough, he had to get sick as well? He didn't have time for this. He stubbornly ignored his rising fever and went about his usual routine of mapping out the tower.
30 steps, 31...Ugh each step felt harder than the last and he leaned against the wall more and more as he struggled to continue. How many steps was that now? His careful counting was dashed from his mind when he felt a chilling pain from his eyes. Why were his eyes hurting again? The sharp pain brought him back to the the day he lost his sight. The terror and anguish the naive young musician felt that day was dragged out of his agonized scream as a pair of red irises tore out of his eyes. He collapsed to the ground and curled in a ball as he struggled to stifle his pain as his body continued to change.
His tears were stained by the blood that stained the red flower a darker red, like how his revenge threatened to dye his world red. His skin changed to a pale, greenish hue and a poisonous vine wrapped down his right arm and around his wrist.]
Wilcard
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