Goddammit, she asked for one thing....
The scene had played in slow motion. The thing charged, Aislyn had lifted her bow, her finger had almost pulled the trigger.
Until, of course, Phobius turned around.
Normally, the woman wouldn’t have been all that perturbed by the screaming and shouting of an angry undead horse. After all, she’d fought- and won- against many an amalgamate during her time in the other-Alvadas, but this, this was different.
This was terrifying.
As soon as Phobius laid eyes on the creature, something ignited within the woman. Her pulse sped up, and all of a sudden she couldn’t breathe. It was like being plunged underwater. She must have been dreaming- or maybe she was already dead? A lump rose in her throat, and she felt the sudden urge to cough. She was choking. Choking to death, before she could even be murdered by whatever it was facing her. She couldn’t do anything. She was frozen. Dead.
It was only the screeching approach of the horse monster that brought her back to the land of the living. Out of reflex, she pulled the trigger, landing a solid shot in the chest of the beast. It screamed again, almost like a human in pain- except so, so much louder. It tripped over itself, steering right past Aislyn instead of hitting her. Dazed, she watched it as it angrily howled at its new wound. It was distracted, for the moment.
Muscle memory took over. Her hands pulled another bolt from her quiver, locking it into place with shaking hands. Then, another wave of panic came. She was going to die. Die, die, die, die, die. Phobius was going to die. What was the point? They were dead already. The trembling worsened as ticks passed like chimes. Even once the bolt was loaded, she didn’t move. She couldn't move. A hand reached up to her face, pushing into her forehead. Die, die, die, die.
The crossbow slipped from her grasp, tumbling to the floor beside her. Eventually, Aislyn followed suit, her legs apparently giving up on living as well. The horse regained its footing. It was so close. So close. Both hands went to her forehead, now, just trying to stop the pounding. Trying to stop the fear.
Ionu help her, why was she so afraid?
There was no denying it, now. For so long, so petching long, she had kept the panic away. Controlled herself, controlled everything, and just like that, all that control was gone. And not only had her attacks returned, but they were worse than ever. Making up for lost time, it seemed. She closed her eyes as hard as she could, waiting for it to pass. 'Maya' flickered wildly in and out of existence. She couldn't focus. She couldn’t move. This was it, she was going to die. Her heart was beating out of her chest; would that fail too? Would she die of her heart giving up before she could even be trampled below an angry set of hooves?
No. Dira forgive her, she would not let her mind confine her to a silent death.
It was a difficult thing to pull oneself out of an anxiety attack, but Aislyn had been alone all her life. She’d never had help before, and she didn’t intend on depending on anyone else now. She had to come back. She had to survive. She had to ground herself. Nothing felt real, but it had to be. It was.
Five. She had to find five things she could see.
Forcing herself to open her eyes, Aislyn looked around. Phobius. She could see Phobius. Crumpled up on the ground, like he had already been struck down. Another wave of panic hit her- he was dead. He was dead already, what was the point? She had failed. She was going to die.
No, no. She had to continue. One down, four more to go. Below Phobius, the ground- cold, and hard. Merciless, just like the monster had come up behind him. She could see the monster, too. Angrily recuperating, attempting to pull the bolt out with its teeth. That was three. She could see Leth’s light, hanging high above the ground without a care for what transpired below. She could see her crossbow, laying carelessly strewn to the side, still loaded. Five.
Four. Four things she could feel. She could feel the bite of loose rocks digging into her knees where the pant leg had torn. She could feel the heat on her face as the blood rushed to her head. She could feel her hands, just as hot, but not her fingers. Every single digit felt numb, like it had already been severed from her body. Every part of her felt like it was on fire, yet strangely, more than anything, Aislyn felt cold. Pulling her hands away from her face, she reached forwards. For the crossbow, for a knife, for Phobius, for anything.
Three. Three things to hear. She could hear the blood rushing in her ears, that was easy. Her breathing, coming in ragged, uneven breaths. It didn’t even sound like her, anymore. Like she was an outside force, watching what was happening from a first-person point of view.
One more. She could hear the scraping of feet on the ground as the horse prepared to charge once again. It could kill her easily; it was so close. It was playing with them- waiting for a chance to strike that would provide the greatest entertainment. She needed to move faster, think faster, do faster. Pushing her palms into the ground, she began to move.
Two. Two things she could smell. She could smell the rotting flesh of the hai-spawn that was actively trying to tear her to pieces. She could smell the dirt. It had rained recently, in the normal Alvadas. It never rained in the other-Alvadas. She had never thought about it, but there hadn’t been much in the way of weather. Just fighting. So much fighting.
In a desperate reach, her hands closed around the wooden handle of her crossbow.
Five, four, three, two, one. One thing she could taste.
Pulling the crossbow around to face her adversary, she saw. Saw the peeling skin and gruesome wounds, where someone else had already tried- and failed- to take the beast down. She felt her hands shaking desperately as she grasped the wooden weapon. She smelt the same as she had seen, the mucus and blood; the smell of death. She heard the scream- the same one as before- as it charged once again. One thing she could taste.
Metal. No, iron. Blood. She could taste blood.
Aislyn pulled the trigger.
…
It was a few ticks later that Aislyn realized she had closed her eyes. The only thing that stopped her from keeping her eyes closed until something else came to kill her was a very heavy something falling atop her. The horse crumpled on top of her, evidence of how close it had come to ending her life. Blinking rapidly in an attempt to focus on what was in front of her, Aislyn saw her bolt first, then its victim next. Straight through the throat, and into what skull was left. From her lower point of attack, it had been inevitable to get such a shot. Straight up, instantly debilitating.
It was dead.
Her heart was still beating out of her chest, but it was still beating. She was still in a dream, but she was alive. That was all that mattered. She still couldn’t breathe, but that was no longer just a feeling. Despite the lack of flesh, the horse still weighed quite a bit, and was actively lying on her chest. With some difficulty, she freed herself, rolling over onto her stomach and coughing violently. Her lips were dry, and her throat felt like it was half closed over. Pushing herself up, she crawled over to the limp body of her companion, holding her breath until she eventually saw proof of Phobius' own breathing. He was alive. She dare not touch him.
”Pho... Phobius?” Coughing again, she tried to form a coherent sentence. Her heart hadn’t pounded this hard in seasons. ”Are you- Are you alright?”
OOCAislyn is being affected by Phobius’ wonderful illusion-affecting ‘Solace’ bracelet. “When wearing the bracelet, as long as the beads are touching his skin, illusions will be influenced by Phobius' mood: the better his mood the more lighthearted the illusions and vice versa. Influence over player controlled illusions is dictated by the respective player.” Phobius’ emotions would be projected onto ‘Maya’, since she is indeed an illusion, directly influencing Aislyn’s emotions as well.
The scene had played in slow motion. The thing charged, Aislyn had lifted her bow, her finger had almost pulled the trigger.
Until, of course, Phobius turned around.
Normally, the woman wouldn’t have been all that perturbed by the screaming and shouting of an angry undead horse. After all, she’d fought- and won- against many an amalgamate during her time in the other-Alvadas, but this, this was different.
This was terrifying.
As soon as Phobius laid eyes on the creature, something ignited within the woman. Her pulse sped up, and all of a sudden she couldn’t breathe. It was like being plunged underwater. She must have been dreaming- or maybe she was already dead? A lump rose in her throat, and she felt the sudden urge to cough. She was choking. Choking to death, before she could even be murdered by whatever it was facing her. She couldn’t do anything. She was frozen. Dead.
It was only the screeching approach of the horse monster that brought her back to the land of the living. Out of reflex, she pulled the trigger, landing a solid shot in the chest of the beast. It screamed again, almost like a human in pain- except so, so much louder. It tripped over itself, steering right past Aislyn instead of hitting her. Dazed, she watched it as it angrily howled at its new wound. It was distracted, for the moment.
Muscle memory took over. Her hands pulled another bolt from her quiver, locking it into place with shaking hands. Then, another wave of panic came. She was going to die. Die, die, die, die, die. Phobius was going to die. What was the point? They were dead already. The trembling worsened as ticks passed like chimes. Even once the bolt was loaded, she didn’t move. She couldn't move. A hand reached up to her face, pushing into her forehead. Die, die, die, die.
The crossbow slipped from her grasp, tumbling to the floor beside her. Eventually, Aislyn followed suit, her legs apparently giving up on living as well. The horse regained its footing. It was so close. So close. Both hands went to her forehead, now, just trying to stop the pounding. Trying to stop the fear.
Ionu help her, why was she so afraid?
There was no denying it, now. For so long, so petching long, she had kept the panic away. Controlled herself, controlled everything, and just like that, all that control was gone. And not only had her attacks returned, but they were worse than ever. Making up for lost time, it seemed. She closed her eyes as hard as she could, waiting for it to pass. 'Maya' flickered wildly in and out of existence. She couldn't focus. She couldn’t move. This was it, she was going to die. Her heart was beating out of her chest; would that fail too? Would she die of her heart giving up before she could even be trampled below an angry set of hooves?
No. Dira forgive her, she would not let her mind confine her to a silent death.
It was a difficult thing to pull oneself out of an anxiety attack, but Aislyn had been alone all her life. She’d never had help before, and she didn’t intend on depending on anyone else now. She had to come back. She had to survive. She had to ground herself. Nothing felt real, but it had to be. It was.
Five. She had to find five things she could see.
Forcing herself to open her eyes, Aislyn looked around. Phobius. She could see Phobius. Crumpled up on the ground, like he had already been struck down. Another wave of panic hit her- he was dead. He was dead already, what was the point? She had failed. She was going to die.
No, no. She had to continue. One down, four more to go. Below Phobius, the ground- cold, and hard. Merciless, just like the monster had come up behind him. She could see the monster, too. Angrily recuperating, attempting to pull the bolt out with its teeth. That was three. She could see Leth’s light, hanging high above the ground without a care for what transpired below. She could see her crossbow, laying carelessly strewn to the side, still loaded. Five.
Four. Four things she could feel. She could feel the bite of loose rocks digging into her knees where the pant leg had torn. She could feel the heat on her face as the blood rushed to her head. She could feel her hands, just as hot, but not her fingers. Every single digit felt numb, like it had already been severed from her body. Every part of her felt like it was on fire, yet strangely, more than anything, Aislyn felt cold. Pulling her hands away from her face, she reached forwards. For the crossbow, for a knife, for Phobius, for anything.
Three. Three things to hear. She could hear the blood rushing in her ears, that was easy. Her breathing, coming in ragged, uneven breaths. It didn’t even sound like her, anymore. Like she was an outside force, watching what was happening from a first-person point of view.
One more. She could hear the scraping of feet on the ground as the horse prepared to charge once again. It could kill her easily; it was so close. It was playing with them- waiting for a chance to strike that would provide the greatest entertainment. She needed to move faster, think faster, do faster. Pushing her palms into the ground, she began to move.
Two. Two things she could smell. She could smell the rotting flesh of the hai-spawn that was actively trying to tear her to pieces. She could smell the dirt. It had rained recently, in the normal Alvadas. It never rained in the other-Alvadas. She had never thought about it, but there hadn’t been much in the way of weather. Just fighting. So much fighting.
In a desperate reach, her hands closed around the wooden handle of her crossbow.
Five, four, three, two, one. One thing she could taste.
Pulling the crossbow around to face her adversary, she saw. Saw the peeling skin and gruesome wounds, where someone else had already tried- and failed- to take the beast down. She felt her hands shaking desperately as she grasped the wooden weapon. She smelt the same as she had seen, the mucus and blood; the smell of death. She heard the scream- the same one as before- as it charged once again. One thing she could taste.
Metal. No, iron. Blood. She could taste blood.
Aislyn pulled the trigger.
…
It was a few ticks later that Aislyn realized she had closed her eyes. The only thing that stopped her from keeping her eyes closed until something else came to kill her was a very heavy something falling atop her. The horse crumpled on top of her, evidence of how close it had come to ending her life. Blinking rapidly in an attempt to focus on what was in front of her, Aislyn saw her bolt first, then its victim next. Straight through the throat, and into what skull was left. From her lower point of attack, it had been inevitable to get such a shot. Straight up, instantly debilitating.
It was dead.
Her heart was still beating out of her chest, but it was still beating. She was still in a dream, but she was alive. That was all that mattered. She still couldn’t breathe, but that was no longer just a feeling. Despite the lack of flesh, the horse still weighed quite a bit, and was actively lying on her chest. With some difficulty, she freed herself, rolling over onto her stomach and coughing violently. Her lips were dry, and her throat felt like it was half closed over. Pushing herself up, she crawled over to the limp body of her companion, holding her breath until she eventually saw proof of Phobius' own breathing. He was alive. She dare not touch him.
”Pho... Phobius?” Coughing again, she tried to form a coherent sentence. Her heart hadn’t pounded this hard in seasons. ”Are you- Are you alright?”
OOCAislyn is being affected by Phobius’ wonderful illusion-affecting ‘Solace’ bracelet. “When wearing the bracelet, as long as the beads are touching his skin, illusions will be influenced by Phobius' mood: the better his mood the more lighthearted the illusions and vice versa. Influence over player controlled illusions is dictated by the respective player.” Phobius’ emotions would be projected onto ‘Maya’, since she is indeed an illusion, directly influencing Aislyn’s emotions as well.
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The line between ILLUSION and REALITY
is one I am willing to cross