Timestamp: Fall 19, 513
Third Bell
Gods, not again!
She was falling, the rush of the wind around her sweeping over her naked body and through her loose hair. She could smell the release of volcanic gases rushing up from the crack below to embrace her, consume her, smother and kill her and send her off like so many before to Dira waiting with her dark and ugly arms to sweep her away into oblivion.
She screamed, her body shaking and torn, her side sending rivers of blood up to the cliff she had fallen from. No, she had not fallen, she had been pushed! The teen twisted in the air and looked back to the cliff far above to see the figure even from here she heard laughing. Taunting. His horrible face a sneer and covered partly by that of another woman, far more beautiful than she.
And oh how she loathed them in their beauty and their perfection, for she was not perfect. Lavira was ugly with her empty-staring eye and her ruined side. She was not worthy of such a man. "Garren!!" She wailed in dismay, watching with sheer horror and disgust as he turned to the woman who snaked about him. Vira realized that they too were nude and as she watched, her heart filled with pain, a jealous pain to see that awful Akalak not only thrust his tongue into that too-beautiful woman's mouth, but thrust himself inside her and rut like dogs upon the cliff, all the while staring down at her.
And she screamed, a wail of agony as she felt the world below rushing to greet her. It swarmed like bees upwards on the wings of eagles clawed at her. It broke her and rended her, gutting her from behind and spraying her insides across the ground below. She felt herself spinning though she was certain she had hit the ground by now, and saw the horrific display. Her stomach was in the maw of a wolf that seemed to disappear into the background while her intestines were being fought over by some kind of freaky weasel. Her liver and kidneys were being gnawed upon by what looked like some kind of malicious snake with a massive head and endless body.
And she screamed again.
Vira was shaking against Mohya so violently that she had actually pulled one of the eagles feathers out, it clutched in her hand. Her mouth was open in an unheard scream that had at some point left her lungs empty and her lips blue. Her whole body was locked into a fetal position, muscles tight save for the violent trembling that rippled across her skin.
It was Mohya's voice desperate in the young womans mind that tried to rouse her, but her rider was trapped inside the nightmare moreso than usual and was not rousing to the eagles maternal carress. The bird was forced to call upon the other. Her mind reached forth with a shout if Alori was not already aware of it.
~Alori, wak up, girl. I cannot rouse her!~
Third Bell
Gods, not again!
She was falling, the rush of the wind around her sweeping over her naked body and through her loose hair. She could smell the release of volcanic gases rushing up from the crack below to embrace her, consume her, smother and kill her and send her off like so many before to Dira waiting with her dark and ugly arms to sweep her away into oblivion.
She screamed, her body shaking and torn, her side sending rivers of blood up to the cliff she had fallen from. No, she had not fallen, she had been pushed! The teen twisted in the air and looked back to the cliff far above to see the figure even from here she heard laughing. Taunting. His horrible face a sneer and covered partly by that of another woman, far more beautiful than she.
And oh how she loathed them in their beauty and their perfection, for she was not perfect. Lavira was ugly with her empty-staring eye and her ruined side. She was not worthy of such a man. "Garren!!" She wailed in dismay, watching with sheer horror and disgust as he turned to the woman who snaked about him. Vira realized that they too were nude and as she watched, her heart filled with pain, a jealous pain to see that awful Akalak not only thrust his tongue into that too-beautiful woman's mouth, but thrust himself inside her and rut like dogs upon the cliff, all the while staring down at her.
And she screamed, a wail of agony as she felt the world below rushing to greet her. It swarmed like bees upwards on the wings of eagles clawed at her. It broke her and rended her, gutting her from behind and spraying her insides across the ground below. She felt herself spinning though she was certain she had hit the ground by now, and saw the horrific display. Her stomach was in the maw of a wolf that seemed to disappear into the background while her intestines were being fought over by some kind of freaky weasel. Her liver and kidneys were being gnawed upon by what looked like some kind of malicious snake with a massive head and endless body.
And she screamed again.
Vira was shaking against Mohya so violently that she had actually pulled one of the eagles feathers out, it clutched in her hand. Her mouth was open in an unheard scream that had at some point left her lungs empty and her lips blue. Her whole body was locked into a fetal position, muscles tight save for the violent trembling that rippled across her skin.
It was Mohya's voice desperate in the young womans mind that tried to rouse her, but her rider was trapped inside the nightmare moreso than usual and was not rousing to the eagles maternal carress. The bird was forced to call upon the other. Her mind reached forth with a shout if Alori was not already aware of it.
~Alori, wak up, girl. I cannot rouse her!~