Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2020 20:37:33 GMT -6
The sigh of the shifting sea. The kiss of the salt-sweet breeze. The whistling winds fell upon deaf ears. The surf across the shorelines seemed frozen as far as the eyes could see. If one were to still their very form long enough surely they could feel time draw a breath. The world is captured in a moment while the edges hang off the painter’s brush waiting to create the rest of the horizons yet to be seen. Yet the visage for a woman standing upon the white sands left her both in awe and fear.
The woman knew nothing of the land her feet stood upon. She lowered her gaze to her hands, to her feet and then to examine the rest of her form. Nothing seemed to have changed or lost on her. But the glaring, obvious observation could not be ignored: she was alone. How could this be? Before everything was consumed in darkness, she saw everything she ever loved right before her very eyes. Friends. Her husband. Her children.
Deep breaths were taken in. Closing her crimson hues, she channeled energy into her palms. Her magicks reaches out to anything familiar around or nearby. Minutes passed by but nothing could be felt or sensed in any form for miles away. The aetheric levels of her current environment were borderline nonexistent. The scintillating aether dissipated from her palms as she reopened her eyes to view the Pale Coast’s vast expanse.
“Where is this place?” she utters under her breath, “It is not the Source… Nor is it the First.” Don’t panic. Easier said than done. Anxiety began to build up within her chest as she took in deep breaths once more. It wasn’t the first time she’s been scattered to the winds left alone. Though she would be a liar if she said it got any easier any time it happened.
Just when she thought she was all alone, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Her instincts scream of a presence looming in the vicinity. She looked around slowly. “Hello?” she called out, “Who’s there?”
TAG: Emet-Selch
The woman knew nothing of the land her feet stood upon. She lowered her gaze to her hands, to her feet and then to examine the rest of her form. Nothing seemed to have changed or lost on her. But the glaring, obvious observation could not be ignored: she was alone. How could this be? Before everything was consumed in darkness, she saw everything she ever loved right before her very eyes. Friends. Her husband. Her children.
Deep breaths were taken in. Closing her crimson hues, she channeled energy into her palms. Her magicks reaches out to anything familiar around or nearby. Minutes passed by but nothing could be felt or sensed in any form for miles away. The aetheric levels of her current environment were borderline nonexistent. The scintillating aether dissipated from her palms as she reopened her eyes to view the Pale Coast’s vast expanse.
“Where is this place?” she utters under her breath, “It is not the Source… Nor is it the First.” Don’t panic. Easier said than done. Anxiety began to build up within her chest as she took in deep breaths once more. It wasn’t the first time she’s been scattered to the winds left alone. Though she would be a liar if she said it got any easier any time it happened.
Just when she thought she was all alone, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Her instincts scream of a presence looming in the vicinity. She looked around slowly. “Hello?” she called out, “Who’s there?”
TAG: Emet-Selch
