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Cidolphus Escovane

Twenty Seven | 15, September | 6’0” | First Class
“They’re watching you die, and when you’re gone it’s like you weren’t even there…“ 

 Battle of the Eagles - The Aftermath

Cid had watched it all.  

His demeanor was calm.  His face set in a still, concrete mask of nonchalance, his eyes locked on the eagle in the air.  Massive wings churn with intent, sweeping broad strokes in the air to create a powerful gust.  He felt the intent, as though the waves of hatred and rage that spiced the eagle’s blood where his to share, as though through some unknown form of shared existence he could feel the bitterness sat upon the majestic beast as it let loose the hold it had on its life and settled on the aspect of revenge.  Oathkeeper was in his hands, it’s blade lowered to the ground, tip digging into the dirt, pushing deeper into the gravel and loosed dirt as he watched the attack building.  The gales began to churn kicking up dust and debris from the battlefield, loosed dirt and fallen leaves, swirling in the terrible wind, giving pause to any that felt the strength  of it’s winds.  Cid wanted to call out.  He wanted to warn the three whom seemed at the center of this creature’s rage, but something prevented him.  He was compelled to silence, to watch with white knuckled grip on the oaken shaft of his glaive.  

There was something else as well, something deep within.  A feeling, like stretching after a long night curled.  The sensation was powerful, a sweeping warmth that spread through his muscles, through the tense cords of his arms, the dense planks of his legs, through the very bones of his shoulders and the meat of his heart.  It was powerful, exhilarating, intoxicating.  The soldier’s mind drank up every breath shared between creature and himself, watched, as if in horrible slow motion, the wings rose and fell in their rhythmic flapping, until suddenly they came together.  His eyes widened as the azure manifested, raced towards the trio.  Cid’s grip on Oathkeeper tightened to white knuckles, not out of anticipation of what would happen to comrades he didn’t know, but in response to the ecstasy that coursed through his veins as though a fine drug.  The thunder echoed off distant mountains, and Cid’s eyes turned, finally, away from the large beast.  

And warmth filled him as an unknown power coursed through his skin.  Never in his life had he felt so complete, so alive as he did in that moment.  It was as though for those years of his life before this moment, he had been hollow, but never knew it.  Fullness and tranquility  combatted rage and a need for release, this new power calling from the back of his mind. Cid hefted Oathkeeper, as the Eagles prepared their assault on the Behemoth.  Again the winds churn, this time the target too close to ignore for the slender soldier.  Quickly he distances himself from the attack, moving just beyond its perimeter of effect. If someone asked him how he knew where the winds would touch, he couldn’t explain it.  He saw the move once, felt its creation, its intent, and suddenly he understood far more about it than he realized.  He felt… 

Cid rose Oathkeeper above his head with a stiff, holding the glaive long in his outstretched, locked right arm.  Instinct moderated his movements, as the weapon, serving as an extension of himself, became to rise and fall quickly, mimicking the flows and ebbs of the giant eagle’s movements.   The elation that has only just relented began to resurface again, as the power began to course through his veins from somewhere deep within.  And the wind around him began to churn.  He felt himself moving faster, felt the muscles of his shoulders cry out in a swearing pain as the glaive stroked through the air, rising quickly and falling, time and again.  Oathkeeper’s tip blurred to his eyes, a dim, azure aura taking host around its killing edge.   Earthen eyes fixed themselves on the eagle, watching as the  great beast let clap its wings, it’s attack unleashed, and it fell from the sky.  

Shhh.. stop my love 

The voice whispered through the swirling power in his mind, shattering his concentration with its presence.  He felt an arm upon his shoulders, felt the power draining from his limbs to disperse into the universe, harmless unused potential.  The winds around him faded, returned to normal, as he let his right arm down again, slowly this time, the tip of Oathkeeper digging once again into the dirt.  It all faded, even as he felt the warmth of unseen arms circle around him from behind, the fullness of what he had been dimmed and winked out.  Cid exhaled a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding, feeling suddenly empty, spent.  His mind reeled with what had happened.  The questions began to formulate in the back of his mind, bouncing through the caverns of his skull as the voice again tore through his stillness.

“What was that?” he mouthed to the air, his eyes resting on the fallen eagle.  

A loss of control… nothing more
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