18th of Fall, 514AV
The Dalafurugu
Once more, Syndus found himself in a place so alien to the oceans of home. All around him sat a myriad of vegetation so unfamiliar to the serpent, yet was oddly comforting in its rampant growth. It was haphazard in the way it was arranged, if it was arranged at all, much like nature itself. The chaotic liveliness that characterized his surroundings eased the Iyvess slightly, in contrast to the dreary atmosphere drained of all energy that permeated the exterior of the island. The untamed djed that festered within the bowels of the island's wilderness seemed unable to reach within this protected space. In all, it did not look like a bad place to be, given that it was above the ocean's surface.
Which made it a sick and twisted irony that Syndus was here only as another exhibition piece.
Though exhibition was perhaps the wrong way to be thinking about his predicament. Instead, a better-fitting explanation would be that he was merely another cultivated resource in this wild garden, to be harvested and studied. The woman who lived here appeared to be a philterer of some sort and frequently extracted venom from his fangs for use in whatever she was doing. So far she seemed content in learning the attributes of a poison or concoction derived from his venom, but Syndus was sure that she would move on to more invasive experiments before long. It was healthy curiosity to do so - he was an oddity, and so he had to be researched.
It had not been especially trying for Syndus for these past few days, however. The tedium was getting to him more than anything else, the endless waiting for anything interesting to happen. Escape seemed impossible, for he could not even scratch whatever his tank was made of. He was allowed to keep his belongings, but he dared not take out his reading material within the water. All he had to look forward to were the times when the woman who oversaw him came to extract his venom, which were one of the few instances that Syndus was allowed to do anything. So he struggled, being as uncooperative as possible without being violent and giving the woman a reason to put him down. It usually ended with an injection that relaxed his muscles to the point where he was incapable of doing anything, but it was good exercise. And amusing.
What weighed most heavily on Syndus' mind, however, was the fact that he had not seen any other Iyvess. He knew some had to have been caught somewhere on the island, and Syndus could not be sure if they were in similar predicaments... or worse. It's not like he could ask the woman, since she did not speak snake-tongue and he did not speak whatever the void she spoke. If only the Chadora were near.
So for now, this was Syndus' life. A life of captivity and endless waiting.
The Dalafurugu
Once more, Syndus found himself in a place so alien to the oceans of home. All around him sat a myriad of vegetation so unfamiliar to the serpent, yet was oddly comforting in its rampant growth. It was haphazard in the way it was arranged, if it was arranged at all, much like nature itself. The chaotic liveliness that characterized his surroundings eased the Iyvess slightly, in contrast to the dreary atmosphere drained of all energy that permeated the exterior of the island. The untamed djed that festered within the bowels of the island's wilderness seemed unable to reach within this protected space. In all, it did not look like a bad place to be, given that it was above the ocean's surface.
Which made it a sick and twisted irony that Syndus was here only as another exhibition piece.
Though exhibition was perhaps the wrong way to be thinking about his predicament. Instead, a better-fitting explanation would be that he was merely another cultivated resource in this wild garden, to be harvested and studied. The woman who lived here appeared to be a philterer of some sort and frequently extracted venom from his fangs for use in whatever she was doing. So far she seemed content in learning the attributes of a poison or concoction derived from his venom, but Syndus was sure that she would move on to more invasive experiments before long. It was healthy curiosity to do so - he was an oddity, and so he had to be researched.
It had not been especially trying for Syndus for these past few days, however. The tedium was getting to him more than anything else, the endless waiting for anything interesting to happen. Escape seemed impossible, for he could not even scratch whatever his tank was made of. He was allowed to keep his belongings, but he dared not take out his reading material within the water. All he had to look forward to were the times when the woman who oversaw him came to extract his venom, which were one of the few instances that Syndus was allowed to do anything. So he struggled, being as uncooperative as possible without being violent and giving the woman a reason to put him down. It usually ended with an injection that relaxed his muscles to the point where he was incapable of doing anything, but it was good exercise. And amusing.
What weighed most heavily on Syndus' mind, however, was the fact that he had not seen any other Iyvess. He knew some had to have been caught somewhere on the island, and Syndus could not be sure if they were in similar predicaments... or worse. It's not like he could ask the woman, since she did not speak snake-tongue and he did not speak whatever the void she spoke. If only the Chadora were near.
So for now, this was Syndus' life. A life of captivity and endless waiting.
