Summer Cleaning (Solo)

[Aislin]

Summer 50, 512 AV Cotton folds swished around her ankles. Leather throngs slithering up the length of leg; knotted at the top. Two snake's heads whose forked tongues licked bare flesh as the subtle sweep of fabric cloaked them. Hidden beneath the soft blue veil they danced; winding together in endless tango. Running to the beat of soft leather soles. Slight heel clicking against the back of slender foot; drumming out rhythmic beat. Crisp leaves shimmied. Severed strands forcing blades apart. Formerly clear central stalk bent awkwardly to the left. Central divides, four in total branching off at peculiar ankles. The farthest to the right cut through; hanging on by mere thread as leafy meet ground to a pulp sank into the earth. Furled shards, until recently having been monumental crowns of pierced point, fluttered away in subtle wind. Ethereal currents causing them to twirl through the air; jagged edges dragging against uneven terrain. A soft crinkling; akin to the sound of crumpling paper, wavering as it was lifted to prickling ear. Icy blue eyes; grown molten with summer's warmth, watched as forest green leaves circled. Weaving in and out of the line of trees as though it were the shuttle of a loom. Golden colored light, cast by the sun, filtered through the tops of trees. Casting undulating hills in shadow; fissures in the earth, whilst diamond backed bark bathed in its glistening rays. Boiled leather, black as night, bubbled beneath the heat. Causing the voider's flesh to crawl as she eased herself through the lines, looking for a proper place to settle. A thin sheen of sweat rested against her brow; lending her skin a soft glow, sometimes a sort of sparkle when streamers of illumination penetrated the transparent beads just right. Although it served to cool her forehead, Aislin raised her right arm, and casually wiped some of the perspiration away, before returning her limb to her side. It can't be much farther, she thought as she continued on through the trees, knowing that the clearing she had often frequented in her earlier years so as to practice her magic in secrecy wasn't more than a full bell out of the city. After having reached the lake's outer shore, that is. She sighed; releasing a tendril of air which hung as thickly before her lips as the humidity in what had already existed on the outside. She could feel the crackling petals of ginger rose growing moist as lost breath taunted. Licking the plump, lower crescent as though it were ripened rind of orange. Aromatic scent of citrus causing nostrils to flare as tangy feel slipped against tongue. Buds rising as senses spiked. Eyes widening with pleasure as each pulled away. Fingers fleeting; brushing up against one another so as to draw sweet sensations out. Soft tingling ending as nails clicked and were then pulled away. The girl kept on walking. Fighting the lingering thought that she should peer over her shoulder; look back. Thinking that Zulrav's eyes were upon her, boring into swan's neck, her gaze cast down. Falling onto toes wiggling against the soles of open faced shoes; gladiator sandals. No, it cannot be long now before whore is sent to fill the emptiness. To sate the hunger of vast space of sparse furnishing, she thought. For last that our eyes and bodies did meet, there was not but a blade of grass strewn across earthen bed. And with trees laying so far to the sides, away from central most point, there is little left to be desired. Limbs hacked by man or maker; thunderous hand of the gods, debris can only fall towards outer rim. Away from precious space, not to be squandered by glutinous souls in human skins, and wretched creatures of base desire. Cast in heathen cloak of fraying grey furs; caked with mud nipped by glistening crescents for teeth. Darkened face of the moon for claws; never rightly ripped. Torn from the tapestry like unwanted clippings of wrongly patterned fabric. The girl's thoughts paused for a moment, as though they were considering how to speak to their own mistress. No, it won't be tainted by lesser souls. Ravaged by unworthy eyes. Used; and then cast aside as casually as the body of a whore, she thought. For I shall give it purpose. I will give it value, her mind added, as she forced her form to continue on through the line of trees for several more chimes. When Aislin had finally reached the clearing, the sun had begun to dip towards the western horizon. Semi circular celestial orb hung limply just above the brim. Golden hues coupling with earthen browns; crisp greens, as elongated branches; stretched limbs in coarse, natural attire, shaded the rounded body. Trembling leaves forming barricade, attempting to shelter, and keep helios from view faltering as deep blue raised. Scanning the skies; taking note of occasional wisp of spun white. Threads grown thin, bare with use. Sewn through the seams of blanketed cyan. It is good to be back, the voider thought as she returned her gaze to the terrain directly ahead as she stepped towards the middle. Older maples and oaks fanning out around her. A wall which ringed the oblong vacancy of twenty feet in height, and another eighteen in width. Hardened dirt of beige hue, packed down by recent rains, blanketing the earth. A supple rolling hill, which peeked towards the northern end before cascading back down towards gnarled limbs. Contorted roots of overgrown trees, standing silent vigil over worldly grave. Single dried stalk of grass resting towards central spiral. A small mound of earth from which an army of miniscule black abdomens poured; seeking their latest meal. Or perhaps, stronger building materials. Aislin watched them silently before moving a bit closer. From newly birthed vantage point, she could view the terrain on grander scale. Twisting limbs; broken fingers furled in beckoning motion, while others lay sprawled across the muck; dead as nails. With prickling flesh she heeded their call, moving into the thicket. Snapping several knobbed pincers as she drew near. Splayed edges, shards of ivory scattering in her wake; sinking into her step. Thinking it best to have the most room to work with, the voider continued on. Pulling deep breaths in through the nose and out through the mouth, her eyes browsing for other signs of discarded life. Finding none from near center, the woman paused. Taking another deep breath as her eyes circled; she could think of nothing more perfect to attain her needs. "And so it begins," she whispered, as she reeled in her gaze. Forcing icy spikes to settle on the ground just before her feet.

[Aislin]

They held for but a moment before rope unraveled, sending grating gate into a guardianship position. Metallic spikes glowing ominously in the light of the sun as both tooth and nail settled into the nether reaches of wooden drawbridge. They scraped against the wood; drawing curled slivers as chains rattled in the distance. A soft glow caught in their circle just before the crackling could be heard, and flame swallowed that which connected the castle's world to that of the outside. The bridge turned to charred ash; fell to green waters. Muck wreaking of a swamp's scent, bubbling unpleasantly as pungent vapors circled the air like unwanted petulant sprite. Skeletal remnants, blackened to the smallest bone creaked as they split down centers. Fissures pouring from their wake as they were sucked into oblivion. Dragged down by the arms of waters the consistency of a leaf's pus coupled with a baby's mash. A cry of one's lamentation seemed to spring into the air; rising from the debris defiantly, as though there were nothing left on the planet to push it back. Save for the howling of hungry wolves, resting atop mountains as though they were already the kings of the world. As though they had taken apart what remained of the castle; reducing crowned ramparts to bitter rubble, along with inner cavities long lost without their names. From their resting places, amber, molten from smoldering coals held captive within their hearts, could take in the vast nature of the world. Despite this temptation, this singular chance to see all, and to know all, a lone wolf of greying fur kept his golden colored eyes fixated on the fortress. On the iron portcullis which sparkled whenever the sun offered one of her sweet kisses. A touch of warmth coupled with intoxicating embrace; a tingling sensation wherever deep red rose petals touched down specifically. Exquisitely. Sending the benefactor into a fit of ecstasy, from despite which, their mouths would not budge. Offer an attacker any sort of opening. An opportune moment to strike. Unperturbed for the creature was one of patience, he allowed his gaze to remain. Taking note of the gentle arch which crowned the gate. The simple iron bars which ran up and down, as though the gate were meant to be little more than an oversized prison door. Grown rusty around the edges as spouts of pummeling rain bombarded it as heartlessly as enemy fire. Copper circled the outer rim hungrily, much like the wolf's tongue around blackened lip. It lulled after a moment, casually cascading down the side; between ivory canines. The wolf's ears prickled as its gaze swept down to the mote which hung beneath, and then back up to the iron curtain. He knew that to try and leap across would only lead to untimely death. To build another bridge, would only lead to a second burn. It was thus that he decided the fortress was impenetrable. But even so, there was no way to keep every secret it held from getting out. So, he cast yellowed eyes to the grates. Forced them to pierce through transparent sectors to the world that lay beyond. Although dark and dank to human eye, pregnable by those of creature's with a more intense glare. For a few ticks they searched, until they settled upon a soft glow. A flickering light off in the distance. Unknowingly, the creature was drawn forward; as though he were mere puppet, being guided by a set of strings controlled by invisible master. Soon, after having taken several steps closer, everything within the castle had become all the more clear. It was as though a curtain had been pulled back, allowing the wolf to take note of everything inside. Most note-able among these obscurities was a cauldron beneath which raging fire hung. Crackling as it spit fireflies into the air, which circled ominous obsidian round; illuminating it for but a breadth before they were snuffed out by the hands of time. A cloaked figure settled into the shadows. Known only by the light that flickered around paling hands and feet. Curled cloak hung limply about a face. Drawn too far forward for anyone to make out a single feature. The folds of the cotton fabric itself, black as night, seemed to simmer as though it were a pile of heated coals. The fire playing against the rippling effects cast as a shorter form glided effortlessly around the cauldron. Hands flourishing, twisting long sweeps of fabric hung taut over slender arms as kindling was offered to flame. Fiery tongue hastily licking over its appetizers as its lust continued to grow. Insatiable being growing within the pit of the creature's stomach as small twigs shrunk back. Curling into grotesque earthen fingers as the fire continued to crawl up their length; feeding. Waxen bark dripping from bony knobs, contorted joints warping the pointer into beckoning call. Agonized cry for help. Perhaps it was the heart of the merciful that sent more of them sprawling into the dying's midst. For the cloaked figure continued to make offerings as it slowly circled. Ensuring that no part of the fire went without. Within a few chime's time, the fire had risen. It crawled up the length of the cauldron's rounds. Encasing it in a red-orange glow. A blaze which mirrored the image of Syna's celestial orb. It spit sparks as though they were the remnants of the day's meal. Over cooked tidbits to be offered to the dogs. They sizzled against cool, relentless earth. Rocky terrain whose beauty was marred only by the ashes left behind. Smoky tendrils which crept across the surface; slithering through the boards like snakes. Others rose as effervescence sank into the pot. Temperature rising until everything was cast into life of the vapors. Soft grey wisps which roused. Awakening Aislin's sense of power as the first of her djed stirred. Her heart thundered; pounding against her rib cage as though it were a willing set of drums. Offering the smoke a tune by which to march as they billowed. Fanning out an into the air. Slowly ascending past crumpling pink organs. Fleshy pillows behind which body lay. The haze continued to mount internal intricacies, until it came into the neck. There the fog paused, before splitting down the center. Severing its strings as half went right, and the other left. Winding down coursing rivers of neon blues and greens. Veins and arteries which pulsed unpleasantly beneath blanket of pale skin. Shimmering the in the light with beads of sweat. Another tick, and the vapors had reached the end of the line. Crashing into soft, wilted petals of roseate shade. They sent a soft tingling sensation coursing through the voider's body as she tilted her head back. Sending her raven colored hair cascading down the length of her spine, resting between the blades. A wicked smile crossed Aislin's lips as she opened her icy blue eyes. Took a deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth to clear her mind as she raised each of her arms. Holding them before her with palms at forty-five degree angles. Fingers held tightly together, as if bound by an invisible string. Aislin's magic had been awakened. It was hers to command.

[Aislin]

Aislin's magic pounded against the gates; begging the cogs be turned and the doors split down the center so that they may burst free. Nails clicked as power radiated beneath them until finally willed away by subtle flick of one's knuckles. Gaseous djed of a soft grey shade, like water trapped somewhere between mist and smoke, began to seep through her skin. Flowing silently forward in two spiraling pillars. They climbed approximately four and a half feet before billowing. Pulsating until they tickled each other's limits at the center. Drawn to each other's power, the gas began to trickle towards each other, coalescing into an unsightly mass. A rolling thunder cloud, which seemed to flash with the occasional capture of sun's beam for several chimes, until it grew dark as night devoid of both the moon and sparkling silver stars. An oblong structure of no more than a foot high and another foot and a half wide, the void slowly grew. Fed by tendrils of vaporous magic the rift in the world continued to ripple. Trembling as a leaf would during a storm, as treacherous winds continued to buffet it. Within a matter of minutes, the void had risen to the occasion, maturing to the point where it stood approximately three feet wide, and another three and a half high. It hovered mere inches above the ground. Satisfied with her work, Aislin staved off the void's supply of her djed, forcing it to feed on naught an ounce of herself as she took several steps back. Studying her work with darkened coals threatening to press against the ends of an icy blue mote, heart pounding in her chest. She noted how the edges of the portal from this side to the other surged around the edges of its bounds, pressing against ethereal crest as invisible hand extended from the other side. Reaching for whatever lay in wait. The debris rattled; sticks and trees trembling as pebbles vibrated, producing a low, yet distinct clatter. First frost crawled over their surfaces, crystallizing as cool mist wafted into the air. Ticks later, both smaller shards of wood and pebbles alike were rising off the ground. Levitating a few inches as the void continued to extend its pull. Willing everything even farther off to draw near, to help sate its lust. Aislin simply stood, watching from a far off place as the void went on to lift things from all sides. Pulling them off earthen bed and onto transparent currents. Where they fluttered hazardously until they met with gaping maw. Swallowed in an instant; rid forever of this world. The void shrinking but a fraction of an inch each time it chewed before expanding once more, taking on the maddening rush of earthen element which kept on crawling into otherworldly fissure. A wind seemed to pick up around the void, blowing everything into its mouth, whilst willing other things away. For a time, it was as though Aislin were looking into the eye of a low grade tornado. One which did little more than rustle her raven colored hair, and force the folds of her skirts to whip angrily about her ankles. But the moment had easily come and gone. With every bit of clutter now rid of the earth, the void was forced to simply pick at whatever was left. Mainly dirt, which it swallowed hastily. Sighing, Aislin looked around her, taking note of everything else. The way the ground was growing torn, as though beaten by excessive inclement weather. Dissatisfied with this, with the large stick that lay off in the distance, just out of her magic's reach, the woman chose to saunter over. She plucked the stick from the ground and with a gentle flourish, diminished the size of her void, so as to make it more approachable. When she had finished, Aislin sauntered over to the void, and held the stick out to it. She placed the end into the mouth, and held on firmly as the void began to suck on the other side. Ice crawled over uneven surface of chipping beige bark. Chilling the tips of the girl's fingers as she slowly fed the void the object. Her feet drew across the ground, inching closer and closer to the magic. Her skirts picked up; drawn to the darkness too. Aislin tried to pull back; to retrieve regurgitation. But it was no use, even if she dug in her heels and furrowed her brow in concentration, the void was stronger. It was coming close to sweeping her off her feet. It cannot take me, Aislin thought as she let go of the stick and clapped her hands together, forcing the void to collapse. In but a heartbeat it had disappeared, and the small end of the stick where her hand had been fell to the floor. Now a ivory colored shard caked in crystallized moisture, it shattered against uneven terrain. Spikes splaying across her toes. The whore gasped at their touch. The way it made her skin tingle as her chest rose and fell all the more rapidly. The woman took several steps back, over the earth she had helped pave. To plow. Her right hand came to racing heart, in an attempt to calm as she continued to walk away. Not again, Aislin promised herself. Not for a long, long time, her mind added, as she fled the scene in favor of her god's city.

[Chevalier]

Aislin

LORE

• Resisting Your Own Pull
• Utilizing a Voids Pull

EXPERIENCE

Skill	XP Earned
Running	1
Meditation	1
Voiding	4

Storyteller Notes

Secret :

Alright, I think I awarded everything correctly. Feel free to PM me if something doesn’t seem correct.