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Shio · November 19, 2006, 08:42 AM

"...Dead?"

Shio whipped her head about, the ghostly image of the former Aedile swimming in her foggy vision. A mere wisp of humanity, a transparent specter that would have been called a dream, more than a ghost... But it, she was there nonetheless, hovering a few feet above the ground, oddly tangible eyes of stormy gray staring sternly down at her successor. Nall inhaled sharply, her whole body trembling with fear, smote by the obscene enigma of the supernatural. Children always hated ghosts, and the young official was no exception... Her mind raced along with her heart, beating against her chest like a barbarian on his drum.

"Who... No... Why!?" Shio started forward, reaching out a deathly pale hand that passed through the vision as if it were made out of air. Icy shivers raced down the snowy elf's spine, her pupils dilating into endless pools of ravenwing. The tears hadn't stopped flowing, their trails drying, refreshing upon the smoothness of her adolescent skin, paths upon which the legions of time walked, the flashes of her life gone by, her precious years wasted. Nall crumbled, her knees hitting the rain-softened ground, cool moistness calming violent purple bruises.

The heavenly image spread her arms wide, like wings, as if to embrace the tainted creature that lay so helplessly before her, the monstrosity who had done nothing to stop her supposed demise. Shio managed to tilt her face upwards, to take in the sight of this transformed Minhiriath, her serpent-like hair of faded gold billowing in an untouchable wind. The forest... It was the forest playing tricks on her, no doubt, but still... She was so captivated, so mesmerized by the image of the elven woman that her body seemed to be frozen, encased in ice, the desire to run ripping apart any cognizant thought that remained in her consciousness.

"A test... You gave me up for this strength, child... You must put your life on the line to face it. The first test, perhaps of many...

Tenna' ento lye omenta, Nwalmaer..."

Fading.

Shio grasped at the tendrils of fog, begging for her former mistress not to torment her so, accepting the fact that this was her fate... Carefully, she reached inside of herself, clutching at that which was almost lost, begging for the return of her innocence... Scorning the ignorance that came along with it.

A growl in the distance. The astral glow of red eyes, disembodied, spirit-world spinning...

Withdrawing a fresh spike from her cloak, Shio took a few steps forward, approaching those fearful, incessant beacons. Entering, perhaps, her last moments on Telath...

The sounds grew closer, paws cracking upon twigs and leaves, the heavy rhythm of animalistic breath.

Hellhound, I beckon ye, denizen of the Umblat, embrace me in thine arms. First I gave my pride, now my skin. Come and take what thou must.

November 19, 2006, 08:42 AM	#3 (permalink)
Shio Retired Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Vortex Posts: 278	"...Dead?" Shio whipped her head about, the ghostly image of the former Aedile swimming in her foggy vision. A mere wisp of humanity, a transparent specter that would have been called a dream, more than a ghost... But it, she was there nonetheless, hovering a few feet above the ground, oddly tangible eyes of stormy gray staring sternly down at her successor. Nall inhaled sharply, her whole body trembling with fear, smote by the obscene enigma of the supernatural. Children always hated ghosts, and the young official was no exception... Her mind raced along with her heart, beating against her chest like a barbarian on his drum. "Who... No... Why!?" Shio started forward, reaching out a deathly pale hand that passed through the vision as if it were made out of air. Icy shivers raced down the snowy elf's spine, her pupils dilating into endless pools of ravenwing. The tears hadn't stopped flowing, their trails drying, refreshing upon the smoothness of her adolescent skin, paths upon which the legions of time walked, the flashes of her life gone by, her precious years wasted. Nall crumbled, her knees hitting the rain-softened ground, cool moistness calming violent purple bruises. The heavenly image spread her arms wide, like wings, as if to embrace the tainted creature that lay so helplessly before her, the monstrosity who had done nothing to stop her supposed demise. Shio managed to tilt her face upwards, to take in the sight of this transformed Minhiriath, her serpent-like hair of faded gold billowing in an untouchable wind. The forest... It was the forest playing tricks on her, no doubt, but still... She was so captivated, so mesmerized by the image of the elven woman that her body seemed to be frozen, encased in ice, the desire to run ripping apart any cognizant thought that remained in her consciousness. "A test... You gave me up for this strength, child... You must put your life on the line to face it. The first test, perhaps of many... Tenna' ento lye omenta, Nwalmaer..." Fading. Shio grasped at the tendrils of fog, begging for her former mistress not to torment her so, accepting the fact that this was her fate... Carefully, she reached inside of herself, clutching at that which was almost lost, begging for the return of her innocence... Scorning the ignorance that came along with it. A growl in the distance. The astral glow of red eyes, disembodied, spirit-world spinning... Withdrawing a fresh spike from her cloak, Shio took a few steps forward, approaching those fearful, incessant beacons. Entering, perhaps, her last moments on Telath... The sounds grew closer, paws cracking upon twigs and leaves, the heavy rhythm of animalistic breath. Hellhound, I beckon ye, denizen of the Umblat, embrace me in thine arms. First I gave my pride, now my skin. Come and take what thou must.