Revelasyon Senbyoz

Firenze & Azmere explore their subconscious minds.

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Revelasyon Senbyoz

Postby Azmere on February 20th, 2016, 6:42 am

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There was nothing quite like standing atop the world. The view above the clouds revealed that all of the mess and ichor of the world was simply insignificant. Death, betrayal, pain and the other terrible things that a man suffers can’t be seen and aren’t considered relevant to anything or anyone. This is where the gods played. They dined on beds of clouds with silken pillowcases of vibrant and shimmering colors that combined in ways no mortal has ever dreamed. Lush gardens were fed by rivers of purest light that gave nourishment to this haven but also filled it with joy and hope. The sounds and smells both soothed and invigorated the spirit to a euphoria unattainable anywhere else. The sheer brilliance of the scene was almost too ridiculous to behold, yet here he stood. On the fringes of paradise, Azmere touched the scars on his face and felt unworthy to witness the spectacle. Suddenly, the room was aware of the foreign presence. A thousand hands grabbed the Drykas. They covered his mouth, his eyes and bound his limbs. The prodding fingers dug into his ribs and pinched the tendons behind his knees and ankles. He was covered and removed from the holy observation deck without a sound.

Cast down in ruin. Azmere had been here before.

On his knees in the dirt, the many hands fled and left the man alone. Eyes wide shut; Azmere did not want to see where the powers that be would leave him. He took a deep breath in trough his nose which caused his nostrils to flare. The scents attacked his nose with such ferocity that he felt the wretched stench splash upon his tongue. It was so strong an odor that the archer coughed almost uncontrollably for a few chimes. The convulsive eruptions buckled the man at his waist and sent his face flying towards the soil. Hands instantly flew ahead and contacted the ground with strong fingers that dug into the terrain. The sensation of dirt getting under his fingernails caused something to shift.

Azmere opened his eyes and could see his arms and hands before him, keeping him from lying in the filth beneath. As he watched, his skin and muscles unwound from his bones in a manner that can only be described as mesmerizing. Tissue seemed to spiral away in tiny strands that began to look like leaves in a breeze softly blowing away. Ticks went by and the man knew he was becoming nothing when vines shot from the ground below and began to entangle themselves in his bones. As more muscle and sinew fled, more darkness curled around him from the ugly surface of the world. Fingers became claws and arms became powerful legs covered in fur and mud. Pain like lightning burst and constricted every inch of his form stealing his resolve and wracking his body until he felt like he was being crushed from the inside out. The man opened his mouth allowed all of the pain and shame to escape in a massive roar that echoed in Azmere’s ears. Through the echo and amidst the pain he could hear the roar of a broken man change to the howl of a wild dog. It was feral and pierced through the haze that was all around Azmere. He wasn’t a Drykas anymore…

Moving only slightly, he looked himself over seeing the long, slender forearms of a hound from the tufts of fur near the joints to the short black claws. He moved forward testing this new body to discover he had a bushy tail that hung down a bit only to curl up at the tip. The coat of fur was grey and black with no discernable pattern, at least none that he could see. He lifted one paw and then the other gauging this new form of movement. Turning his head to the rear, he noticed the distinct crook of dog’s hind leg. The tail that swished behind him was bushy but not mangy like that of a wolf. In fact, closer inspection revealed similar attributes to a hunting dog. Azmere let the long tongue slip out between large canines and licked his chops. With some effort, he was able to discern that he had a semi-long snout and a black nose. One paw after the other was s slow process but one that he developed a comfort to rather quickly. In the cloud of filth that hung over the land, the dog jogged forward making sure to avoid some of the dark puddles of water that littered the area. There was not much to distinguish them from the rest of the blighted soil aside from a smooth reflection.

Fighting the urge to run away as fast as his four legs would carry him, Azmere continued to navigate his way along this path. He seemed to only be able to see two main points of focus and both were ahead of him. One that seemed near was a giant tree whose appearance seemed to shift every time the toxic fog passed across it. The second was very far away but it gave off the impression of a light shining from a hill. Te closer he got to the tree, the more he heard the sounds around him. A cacophony rose higher and higher into the wind which carried it to greater levels of clashing disorder. Birds and beasts, bugs and men all wailed and beat their chests in anger and frustration. The wind cried murder and the women and children screamed for solace.

The dog stopped. Instinctively, his ears pinned themselves down to his head but not out of an impending threat or change in the melody. No. The pause was for Azmere’s heart. It broke to hear so much sorrow and not just once but over and over again. He looked down and pieces of his heart began to fall into the soil where greedy hands stole them below the surface. As more fell, Azmere fought back and gulped up what fragments he could. He used his clawed feet to dig at and retrieve a few more. The crisis was averted and he knew it bet to continue onward. The enormous tree loomed ever closer and its shadow began to swallow everything. Despite his heartache and despite his fear, Azmere jogged ahead for the tree carrying the broken pieces of his heart in his mouth.

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Revelasyon Senbyoz

Postby Firenze on February 21st, 2016, 3:14 pm

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Darkness surrounded, there was nothingness. Absolute in it’s pitch black. Not even herself. She was nothingness standing within the dark. The edges began to blur, a soft hue and tone warming. Colors began to swirl; reds, oranges and yellows moving within the void taking on unfamiliar shapes. Confusion settled as she watched trying to decipher the meaning and what the shapes might be. Slowly they came together, as if coming into focus the longer she stared. She was not herself, there was no body, but she knew it was her; knew that she was within and without.

The shape took focus slowly in the center and soft blonde hair shone in with Syna’s rays, the sheen so vibrant, the hair so light that it almost seemed see through. It was attached to a small body that kneeled facing away from her. The creamy skin covered with the same fine hair. Little limbs moved as though playing with an object in front of where they were kneeling.

It was a boy. Her heart called to him, the ache clinging to the chest that was somewhere beneath the field of vision. That same heart that knew without a doubt that the faceless boy was hers. How? How did it know? The mind that floated somewhere behind the eyes that caught the vision, yet above that same heart questioned, wondered… was intrigued.

The emptiness floated and moved forward wanting to play. Wanting to see. Wanting to know the face of the boy. A hand reached out. Was it hers? She couldn’t tell, but it felt as though it were in that mind and heart. The hand picked up one of the objects that the boy was playing with. A smile warmed in the area of where her chest should be, it felt as though it were projecting it through the features on a face that couldn’t be felt. Small hand carved animals were littered in front. The motion of moving brought her closer to the ground as the body knelt near the area of play. Colors softly rippled with the shift as the edges of her vision.

A hand picked up one of the carvings, a small hunting dog, hairs intricately carved with loving detail. Turning it over in her hand, her mind inspected the object as the field of vision moved to the boy. A tinkling of laughter filtered through the darkness the colorful edges gently shifting and reforming, coming into focus. Hand reaching out with the small dog to give the object to him. His name didn’t matter, she knew him. Her heart knew him. But it was that same heart that craved to see his face. That wanted to see the familiar features that reflected her own. Her heart jumped as he turned to reach for the small dog.

On the cusp of seeing the soft small cheeks and eyes that reflected his father’s, the color disappeared, rippling as though a hand slammed into a puddle of water, scattering the contents. Her heart sank as the hands that were no longer there, the hands of her heart and the voice of her mind reached out and screamed, wanting to hold on to the boy. The feeling of protectiveness clawing at her, urging her to get him back. She wanting to voice the cry that rang out in her mind but she had no vocal cords and only silence came out. Her heart instead did the weeping that eyes could not.

As quickly as the boy disappeared more images moved into view. The warm soft colors gone, now replaced with coldness; blues, greens and violets painted the black in the same manner. The subtle shifting and swirling as they came into focus. Only this time it was more solid. She was more solid. Her mind's eye could see herself, within from her own vision yet from the outside as well. As though in the top corner of the room, at a downward angle looking to see herself from another person’s eyes. Matted blonde locks framed sunken cheeks and darkened eyes. It only lasted a moment as the third person sunk into the physical person standing before her. A vague pain began to radiate from her limbs. She knew it was the burns, she didn’t have to look. The room came into view; the apartment within Syliras. Only it was slightly different, familiar and yet something... was different.

Her heart screamed to her that it was wrong. All wrong! It was different! Her mind questioned, What? What is? Find out. Cold cobbled stone were beneath bare feet, eyes roved over the cold blue hues of the hearth, closet and table then moved toward the neatly made bed. A quilt lying over the top, untouched.

No light filtered in from a window, there were no windows. Only a lone candle cast blue light and created darkened shadows from atop the hearth. It’s light barely feeling like it could be warm but still casting over the room, darkened shadows moved where the glow couldn’t reach. It’s black claws threatened from the corners behind the armoire and on the other side of the bed where the faint light couldn’t cast them out.

Although it wasn’t warm she knew that beyond that illumination was where her fear told her something lurked. Moving slowly, as though underwater, her body never feeling the need to breath. Feet slid along the cold stones, a hand brushed the table top. Only the movement of her fingers on the ingrained wood could be felt, the normally soft fibers not registering on the tips. Odd.

Golden orbs moved back to the hearth, a small dying fire lay within, the hues of blue flickering and struggling to lick a the small burnt pieces of wood. It acted as though it barely had enough oxygen to survive and stay no bigger than the size of her hand. Each time it tried to reach out and gain momentum the air around it pushed it back down, confining it to it’s area.

Again the vision shifted as her body continued to move forward. The edges of the bed blurring and rippling as she moved from the safety of the candle and turned toward the darkness. Heart thumping against her chest, racing as she waited for the inky black to reach out to her.

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Revelasyon Senbyoz

Postby Azmere on March 3rd, 2016, 9:58 pm

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Azmere trudged onward. The mud caked in between the pads on his feet. Oddly enough, the transformation to a canine was not as strange as he might have imagined. The concept of running on two legs instead of four should be foreign; awkward but it was quite the opposite. The horrid sounds continued to deafen Azmere. He wanted to snarl and howl in response but he dared not open his jaws lest the thumping fragments of his heart be spilled and lost. The closer he got to the tree, the more it resembled something familiar but he had no idea what. He stopped just long enough to notice a change in the landscape. The deep, rich dirt was replaced by rocks covered in a shimmering moss. The iridescent display might have been beautiful at one time but the blend had turned sour. Whatever force had cursed this place did not spare this piece of the world. The shimmer seemed to mock the dog as he sniffed the flora. A sour smell filled Azmere’s nostrils and sole a bit of breath from his lungs. He quickly turned away and nearly coughed but used his will to keep his teeth together.

The dog set out quickly over the moss, the shimmering light eerily chased after him like a predator beneath the surface. The going was slippery and several times his claws scraped the rocks which caused a redirect or stop. Azmere decided to travel with more discernment. He looked to the tree which was still changing its shape. He felt no closer to it that when he had started but would not be discouraged. One paw at a time, Azmere tested each step before transferring his weight forward. This was a painfully slow process and the luminous presence that traveled within the moss began to circle the cautious canine. This was not without notice but Azmere could go no faster. The rocks seemed to be getting bigger but were spread further apart. The voids in between seemed to house an empty blackness unless it was being occupied by the creeping glow of whatever lived under the surface.

The tree shifted releasing a loud creaking sound which drew the attention of Azmere. His ears twitched and he lifted his gaze to see the branches spreading out like huge wings. The bark was like deep obsidian but unthreatening like the rest of the area. There were also flecks of gold thousands of tiny stars embedded into the wood. Azmere felt peace as he looked upon the visage. Surely, he would be made whole if he could reach his destination. When he looked back down, the rocks had scattered even more but vacancies between was revealed to be a chasm. The rocks hovered like stalactites within a void. Azmere leapt towards the closest one and barely made the distance but used his claws to aid his scramble to the level surface. Just as he was looking towards the next platform, a figure flashed beneath him. It was a myriad of colors and took the shape of a serpent whose scales were covered in sores, corrosion and oozing wounds. Its eyes were empty but they stared at Azmere, nonetheless. It moved quickly as it wound around one platform and then to another before it disappeared from sight.

Azmere took a deep breath and focused on his next jump. The ambient noise had died down for the most part but screams of agony and cries of loss still reverberated within the bottomless pit. He crouched down and felt the muscles in his legs tighten. Sure, steady; Azmere focused on the large stone closest to him and then sprang forth. He sailed through the night, the heavy fog parting for him as he soared. He kept his eyes on the location and prepared himself to land but was taken with a blow to his right side. A swirl of color and strange light slammed him far to the left of his target and roughly deposited him on his back. Azmere yelped as the pain of the rock’s hard surface knocked the wind from his lungs. A few pieces of heart lisped from his jaws and were instantly snagged by a large beak. The swirling creature of illuminated hues was that of a vulture with piercing eyes of blackest death. Looking at them made Azmere sick to his stomach but he knew he had to resist and tore his gaze away. The bird flew away and resumed its furious whirlwind around the stone islands with the corrupted snake.

The dog managed to get all four feet underneath his frame and stood with a wavering strength revealed by shaking muscles. He looked around for the tree that had brought him peace and found it was close enough to reach. Hope filled Azmere and his adrenaline soared. He crouched down and back up until his hind claws were barely grasping the rock’s edge. He took off at a sprint never taking his star-cut eyes from the massive tree’s branches and their golden freckles. The last gallop before the chasm, he noticed the creatures of the void honing in on him. They seemed bent to prevent him from reaching the tree. Azmere pushed down with all his might; an action that propelled him high into the air. He extended his body and felt the peace of the tree wash over him as he sailed ever closer. His descent came swiftly and his vision gauged that he had plenty of inertia to make it.

Right as his front claws dug into the soil around the tree’s roots, the snake bit his hind leg. The pain was unreal and instantly paralyzed him. Azmere tumbled and rolled into a mess not far from the ledge. The ungraceful landing had caused the pieces of his heart to fly from his mouth and scatter amidst the exposed root system. Azmere couldn’t move. Try as he might, nothing would respond. From the corner of his eye, he could see the snake and vulture lingering but they did not come within range of the tree. Azmere felt dread sink through his form as well as a burning sensation that radiated from the bite. He felt as if his muscles were being ripped apart and melted from his bones. He could do nothing and no longer felt the peace of the tree whose golden embers slowly dimmed to nothing. More than the paralysis and more than the pain, the loss of his peaceful hope saddened Azmere. He lie unmoving and whimpered near the tree, now dark.

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Postby Firenze on March 19th, 2016, 3:49 am

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Thin spindly fingers reached out, black and twisted. Nimble hands shook as the darkness wrapped around her own, snaking along her skin. Slinking slowly as it made it’s way up her arm, sucking her toward the emptiness. Gradually she felt her physical form become nothingness, the inky gloom surrounding her. Floating empty in the shadows.

Slowly soft lights began to fall around, moving gently against her skin and bouncing off. They moved as though underwater and slowed by the weight. There was no need to breathe, no need to move or think. She just was. Golden orbs watched the lights shift as though tiny little beings, reacting once touching her or another. Their little forms shivered and shifted direction.

Hundreds began to drift in, the motes headed directly toward the translucent form of where her body had been. As they complied and the space between tightened they bounce gently off each other and shifted as if locking like puzzle pieces. Their energy shifted from calm and peaceful to frenzied and agitated. They sucked to the figure, covering her, giving glow to the body that had once been.

Each one found it’s place, as though predestined to fit perfectly in the spot it had found. All but one had joined together giving her a new shape. The last taking it’s time to fall gently toward her. Once it closed in only a tick from her freshly changed face it sucked itself to her. The last light locked on, they all became one and gave a bright blinding light. Her eyes could no longer see. The darkness had been wiped out. White blanketed all.

Her skin felt as though it were beginning to burn, the heat radiating from within. As quickly as the flames felt as though they’d engulfed her, they extinguished. Eyes that had been squeezed shut against the light tentatively released their hold. Trying to focus they moved, getting a feel for the new environment. She was surrounded by white, the black only found on the far horizon.

Squinting another form could be seen in the distance, it’s shape indiscernible. Unfamiliar feet moved forward a few steps, stumbling with the unusual feeling. Glancing down she realized that her hands were paws, her body covered in soft orange fur. Memories flooded in from where the inky fingers had pulled them. She remembered. This was she.

Awkward movements quickly became familiar as muscle memory began to take hold, the warmth of remembrance moved in her mind. She carried herself forward as she’d done a thousand times before. Hips swayed slowly as they sauntered, the tail moved to balance. The shape in the distance came closer and took form.

A large tree loomed, staring in wonder she inspected the odd sight. It’s bark was a deep black, a shine reflected from the light, it’s texture that of wood. Branches twisted high into the sky, it’s roots latched hard into the surface beneath her feet. Within the wood were thousands of stars. Golden twinkles shifted as she moved. Only a few feet away the branches now creaked overhead.

At her feet a small piece of red lay on the ground. Going to inspect it her attention was stolen as a large form flew by. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up with what it had seen, jumping to the side out of harms way. She stared as it flew out away from the tree. The thumping of her heart could be felt in her chest, the adrenaline rushed in her veins. Once she was sure the creature wasn’t coming back she looked to the black of the tree and the calm twinkling.

However, the glow from the stars within the bark were gone. She couldn’t understand what it meant. Was it the same glow that had given her rebirth? Was the life extinguished from them? Were they the tree? A thousand questions began to roll through her mind. Nostrils sniffed at the red on the ground as she pondered. The scent was something that she knew. While the rest of the world had no color, no scent and no sound; the red piece was vibrant and the scent of a fresh summer’s breeze. It made her ache for the fields near the orphanage in Sunberth, her childhood playground.

Picking up the piece gently in her mouth, wanting to bring that reminder with her in the world of bleak, she circled the tree. Scanning the ground for more pieces of red. Her nose following the scent picked up on the first. Hoping that the pieces could give her answers to the fading light within the tree.

More red did indeed litter the ground, but what they surrounded was far more interesting a sight. A pile of fur lay among the roots at the base of the tree, the fragments surrounding. Softly feet took her forward, dropping the piece in her own mouth next to the wounded dog. Did they belong to him? She nudged it closer with her nose and glanced to the wound on it’s leg. Her nose tried to scoot the other pieces together but was unsure if it would help.

He was the only thing alive that she’d seen thus far, the only thing that reminded her of home and had some semblance of normalcy. The scent that had been followed radiated from him. Sad eyes scanned the dog and listened to it’s cries hoping that the pieces she had found around the tree could help some how. Lying down, her head resting on her front legs, she waited and watched.

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Revelasyon Senbyoz

Postby Azmere on May 5th, 2016, 11:21 pm

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The dog looked up at the approaching figure with a leery gaze but was not in any kind of position to move or defend himself. It turned out to be a futile notion since the big cat seemed fairly docile. The graceful beast dropped pieces of the shattered heart on to the ground and nuzzled them together with her nose then stretched out and laid her face on her paws. The majestic predator didn’t seem to belong in this dreary place any more than Azmere did. In an effort to reach the fragments of red, he stretched his front paws out trying to fight the poison that had frozen his muscles and seized his joints. Whimpering growls escaped his muzzle as the giant canine struggled to exert his will. After several ticks, nothing happened but the struggle taking place inside his body was reaching epic heights. If the tiger was watching closely, she’d notice that the dog seemed to be shivering but it wasn’t from the cold. The hunter was slowly overcoming his invisible restraints.

Suddenly, his front left paw shot out and dug the claws into the soil. The leg looked awkward and rigid but it was soon joined by its companion. The wound on his hind leg started to ooze a putrid green fog as the effects continued to lessen and dissipate just like the toxic cloud. The dog twisted his spine and continued to struggle with movements and gaining a base that would create balance. His head turned to stare at the tiger; the mutt’s eyes were blue and gold with bursts of color radiating from the center. They stared into the orbs that watched him so peacefully. The predator could easily see the work being applied as the clawed feet dug deeper into the soil. Shakily, the shaggy dog rose to stand on all fours. He lowered his head with an open mouth to try and lap up the fragments of his heart. As if the pieces were aware of what was happening, they sifted beneath the surface of the earth and disappeared. The dog whimpered and began to dig with furious claws. No matter how fast or how deep he went, the dog could not catch up to the shards; they were gone.

The hunter climbed out of his small hole and filled it back in then came to lie next to the tiger. He placed his head on his paws with his nose just inches from hers. He exhaled gruffly which caused his lips to ripple. He had lazy eyebrows that sunk towards the outer edge of his eyes giving him a sad expression or perhaps pathetic. A tick or four went by then the dog yelped. He tried to get up but was bound by something. The roots of the tree had escaped the soil and bound the dog by limb, body, tail and head. A warmth ripped open the dog’s chest and a golden light with a red core appeared. It was the heart, now whole, and the tree roots placed it into the animal.

The darkness was soon being chased away as the giant wooden behemoth started to pulse with the golden light it had once exhibited. The branches grew and spread showering sparks of gold and green on the duo. The dog howled as unknown energy surged through his form though he was still bound up in the root system. As the red light inside got brighter, it slowly obscured the creature from the view of the tiger. The light grew brighter and bigger until it erupted in an explosion of golden arrows that went off in all directions and chased off the vile eyes lurking in the fringes of darkness. As the radiation subsided and vision returned to normal, in place where the dog had been stood a massive horse. The creature was scarred on one side of its face but had the same eyes as the dog. He was golden-brown with a dark mane and tail and had dense, graceful lines of muscle. The big animal took a step forward and pressed its nose against the bridge of the tiger’s nose as if to say thank you. The horse stepped back and turned towards the darkness out beyond the tree’s island. He bellowed a challenge to the vulture and serpent but they were now afraid of the giant animal. Bathed in golden and green shower from the budding and growing tree, the horse trotted about in a circle for a chime before coming to stand next to the tiger once more. He stared at the predator, unafraid and unashamed. It was clear that the big stallion wanted to simply be close to the feline.

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