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[Dormitories] The Sound of Thunder

Postby Aoren on July 2nd, 2014, 12:12 am

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“Illeera!”

Smoke filled his lungs. Everywhere he looked the fires threatened to consume him. The sky overhead was blanketed with the ash of a hundred burning trees. He was running. Behind him he could feel the claws of a madman bent on feasting on his endless agony.

“Illeera!”

Aoren called out through the darkness of the burning forest. He peered through the thick smoke. He could barely draw breath. The heat was oppressive and everywhere he looked there were only fires to be found. They roared with a life of their own lashing out trying to burn him to cinders. He had to find her. He had to get to her.

He had to save her.

“Illeera!”

“Aoren!”

Whirling around, his eyes came to rest on her. There she stood just beyond the trees. Her hair as red as the flames that burned all around them. His heart was pounding in his chest. He could barely breathe. He had to get to her. Sprinting forward he barreled through the intense heat of the flames. He didn’t care that it burned. He didn’t care that he could die.

Time was running out.

Aoren came skidding to a halt just as he reached her…something was wrong. As the flames of the burning forest burned ever brighter he looked into the eyes of his sister. There in her sockets, only fire and death remained.

“Aoren? Why are you running? Silly boy…”

She lunged forward catching Aoren by surprise thrusting a hand into his chest clutching his heart. He gasped feeling the strength leave his limbs as she leaned in. This twisted horror, a garish phantom of the woman he cared for, whispered in his ear.

“I found you.”

Thunder sounded in the distance.
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[Dormitories] The Sound of Thunder

Postby Aoren on July 2nd, 2014, 12:13 am

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Aoren jolted awake throwing the sheets off of his body. He sat up in bed propping himself up. He was covered in a cold sweat. His heart was pounding in his chest. His breathing was labored. He felt like he’d just run for miles. He brought shaking hands up to his face rubbing it with a weary sigh. Slowly the realization that he was not in any danger settled in allowing him to calm down. A soft whine drew his attention. Tired blue eyes came to rest upon the shadow figure that was Isikai. It took a moment for Aoren to collect his thoughts before the dog truly registered with him. When the dog did, Aoren sighed letting his shoulders drop. He pat the mattress beside him gently.

Without hesitation Isikai hopped up onto the bed nudging Aoren’s chest with his nose. The large mixed breed whined pawing at Aoren for a moment before moving in closer. The Drykas man just took comfort in his presence. He brought he dog closer petting him on the head, running his fingers through his soft fur before giving Isikai a gentle hug.

Thank you, boy.” He meant it. Rainstorms never sat well with Aoren. They ushered in for him a host of bad memories and terrible events. Seldom, ever, did a rainstorm pass that he was not visited by the things he often did his best to try and forget. While not all of the sadness that he’d faced in his life had been heralded in on the wings of a rainstorm, the most painful of those things were. Those things always came back to him when the rainstorms came.

Always.

The thunder shook him to his core. The rain weighed down on him like the grief that still sometimes tugged at his heart. Tears that were now nothing more than memories as they went unshed. As it stood, he just wanted to shut out the noise. If only to clear his head. Gently he motioned for Isikai to move. The dog did not budge and pressed closer to Aoren almost protectively. He gave his companion a smile running a hand through the fur on his head.

I’m alright, Isikai.” The dog gave a whine before leaned forward nudging his chest with his nose again. With that the large black dog got up from the mattress hopping down onto the floor. Aoren looked around his room. He could just barely make out his desk in the darkness. Kicking the sheets off he set his bare feet upon the cool stone floor. He resisted the urge to shiver as he made his way over to the desk.

When he reached it he felt over the surface for the candle that sat there. As his fingers brushed it he felt for the wick. Without much effort he reached into the depths of his being calling upon the powers of reimancy. He coated one of his fingers in thick gel-like Res dividing it into two simple layers the outer which he ignited setting fire to the candlewick. With a flick of his wrist he transmuted the inner layer into water producing a small stream of steam.
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[Dormitories] The Sound of Thunder

Postby Aoren on July 2nd, 2014, 12:15 am

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As the room was illuminated by the light of the candle he looked out through the window overlooking the area around the Dormitories. A peal of thunder made the man flinch. He nearly dropped the candle in his hand he was shaking so bad. Setting it down he took a step up to the window resting his forehead against the cool glass. Closing his eyes he winced as the images from his nightmare flashed behind his eyelids. With a steady breath however and the comfort offered by the feeling of Isikai coming to sit next to him he managed to push the images aside.

Another peal of thunder.

He wasn’t as shaken as before but he still needed to think. Taking a deep breath he stepped back from the window bringing his arms up in a wide arc over his head. Slowly he lowered them with the palms of his hands facing downward as if pushing down upon an opposing force. In a way, he was. He was pushing down the nerve wracking feelings he was being assaulted with at that moment in time. As he lowered his arms he exhaled steadily using his experience with meditative techniques to calm his emotions.

Breathe, Aoren. Breathe.

That was exactly what he did. As he emptied his mind however he was very pointedly aware of the drops of rain bouncing off of the glass of his window. The noise of the storm would not be ignored. It pressed in on the silence pervading Aoren’s room refusing to be shut out. Opening his eyes he stared out into the rain for a moment before reaching deep within himself. He tugged on the reserves of Djed to be found within his body extending the flow of power outward manifesting it in his hands. Bringing his hands up he pressed the tips of his fingers lightly onto the glass. Djed flowed from his hands onto the surface of the window. He watched it spread.

The task of weaving together a Shield would help take his mind off of the memories he would rather leave in the past. He was growing more confident in his abilities with the magic. While his Shields were still far from substantial they were improving. Diligently he threaded together the strings of Djed touching each stream as it flowed from his hands onto the window. As he touched them he purposed the threads of the Shield with silence.

Silence to block out the storm. Silence to allow Aoren some peace. Silence…simply because it was what he needed right then.
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[Dormitories] The Sound of Thunder

Postby Aoren on July 2nd, 2014, 12:15 am

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Little by little the section of the Shield he was working on came together. It was slow and tedious work but he didn’t mind it at that point in time. What else was he going to do? Prodding the weave of the Shield he evened out the djed as much as he could. He quietly worked toward manifesting a Shield that was as uniform as he was capable of putting in place. It was a point of mild annoyance for him. He disliked the fact that his Shields were not yet viable enough to stand on their own. It was only to be expected.

Shielding was coming more naturally to Aoren the more he used it. The barriers he made did not deteriorate as fast. They were capable of holding on to the tasking he assigned to them for longer periods of time. It was like working his muscles. The more he flexed, pushed, and expanded his horizons the more adept he became at producing higher functioning Shields. Aoren knew that in due time he would not face the difficulties he did now. When that time came he believed that he would truly be able to accomplish more fascinating things with the magic. At that point he certainly believed he would attempt at constructing a more permanent barrier though its task would likely be simple.

Finishing the section of the Shield he was working on, Aoren extruded more Djed from within his body. He attached the threads of these strands to the section already waiting upon the surface of the glass. As he worked he noticed that his mind wasn’t so preoccupied with the weight of things that happened to him in the days that lay behind him. This small amount of magical therapy was working. He was glad of that. Cobalt blue eyes scanned the surface of the Shield that he was weaving together. Where hole began to form he would fill them by either tugging the more clumpy areas of his Shield to meet the edges or producing more djed to feed the Shield.

Like with the first section of the Shield he implored upon this section the same silence that he wanted to be woven throughout the final Shield as a whole. As he was weaving together the two sections of the barrier there was a flash of lightning. Thunder rolled through the clouds making Aoren jump and lose concentration. He jerked back his effort to keep out the roar of thunder dismantled as the noise vibrated through the threads of his Shield. Those vibrations quickly tore the barrier apart. He watched with slight dismay as the work he’d toiled at was ripped to pieces by the storm that mocked him.
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[Dormitories] The Sound of Thunder

Postby Aoren on July 2nd, 2014, 12:17 am

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Anger welled up inside of him. With a furious growl he brought up a fist slamming it into the wall next to the window. Pain erupted in his knuckles and fingers. He had likely bruised them. Aoren’s emotions roiled within him. Why? Why had all of it happened? Why was everyone and everything he ever considered precious stripped from him before he even had time to love them? The Drykas man’s shoulders shook as his vision blurred with tears of frustration. Lightning streaked across the skies blanketing the room in bright white light making the frail candle paltry by comparison. Again he flinched as the thunder roared shortly after.

Do you scream at me because you hate me?

Searching, grasping, he looked up into the dark skies beseeching whatever ear might be listening. As if in answer thunder rumbled above him. He sighed slumping against the wall. There was no point in talking to the skies above. They never answered him. The storms only ever raged on bringing with them only the grief and pain of what was better left forgotten. For his outburst he had only a weakening of his strength and an aching in his hand. Straightening himself with an intake of breath he turned to face the window again. The rains continued their drumming against the window and he was determined to accomplish what he’d set out to do if only to prove that he could.

Drawing upon his djed he produced enough to cover a portion of the window as before. He willed the djed to spread a bit more rapidly this time. This of course lead to a depletion in the strength he felt within his body but he didn’t care at this point. He was out to prove something, what exactly? Aoren himself wasn’t quite sure. All the same he pressed onward. The Shield that was produced was completely uneven and slightly distorted.

Producing more djed he added to the fabric of the Shield so that he had a more copious amount to work with. With almost a desperate haste to his motions he worked on spreading out the weave of the Shield evenly. The storm was quiet at the moment. Was it waiting for him to finish his task? Was it waiting to bombard Aoren with more of the heavy memories he worked so hard to forget? He didn’t know. He didn’t much care at this point. He needed the quiet. So that was what he focused on.
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[Dormitories] The Sound of Thunder

Postby Aoren on July 2nd, 2014, 12:18 am

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Pressing his fingers into the djed he glided his hands over the surface of the glass spreading the Shield to each corner of the window. Working with single-minded intensity he pushed the clusters of djed that he found rising unevenly throughout it into place. His hands stitched together the threads of the Shield as holes formed until finally the entire construct was set in place. By the time it was finished Aoren’s breathing was labored. His hands were shaking. His head ached and his vision was blurred.

Whether it was because he was tired or because he was crying…he didn’t know.

The downpour picked up. When it did lightning speared through the clouds once again heralding another angry peal of thunder. This one was so loud Aoren could feel the sound in his bones. The Shield he’d made illuminated as if physically hit by the noise it was tasked to keep out before fracturing and falling to pieces right before his eyes. With the barrier falling much like pieces of glass that splintered away from the window once shattered, Aoren simply stared into the dim blackness beyond the window. There were no thoughts that truly passed through his mind. He was tired. He had exhausted what powers he had in the way of Shielding. He wouldn’t have been able to piece together another Shield even if he’d wanted to.

Isikai nudged one of his hands drawing Aoren out of his reverie. He looked down at the dog who peered up at him quizzically. Magic, it seemed, would not provide the comfort he so desperately sought that evening. Isikai would though. Closing his eyes steeling himself against the wrath of the rainstorm Aoren leaned over to the writing desk blowing out the candle. Tentatively he climbed his way back into his bed resting on his side.

Isikai?” The dog hopped up onto the mattress when called. He came to rest beside Aoren curling up against his chest. He lay there petting his closest companion with slow steady motions as weariness began to weigh down upon him once again. He was, for the briefest of moments, filled with trepidation when the darkness began to close in around his vision. Then Isikai let out a breath like a child who blew upon the fluffs of a dandelion and all nightmares were as seeds in the wind…

…carried away to parts unknown no doubt merely waiting to weed their way back into his dreams. For the moment though, they were banished.

Aoren was content with that.
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[Dormitories] The Sound of Thunder

Postby Shai on July 26th, 2014, 4:52 pm

However hopeless the situation appears to be

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There yet always exists the possibility of putting up a stubborn resistance


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Nightmares of Ileera
Holding Off a Panic attack
Shielding: Tasking Against Sound
Hiding from Memories Behind Shields and Sleep



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