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The Boreal druid had reached their last trial, plumes of smoke billowed out their nose as they took on the strange mixture of herbs, holding the smog inside their lungs before releasing. Their pupils dilated and their perception warped, a green blindfold was placed over their illuminated eyes, the linen texture bothered them, but they soldiered through, for they had done well so far, this was no time to waver.

    Soon, the waves of the sea hit their half-deafened ears, the smell of saltwater and the gusts of warm breeze hit their pale countenance, though their determination to not waver was solid, the sense of impending doom was greater, the warm sand, the tropical paradise they found themselves in, nothing would take away from the bubbling fears inside their chest. Now they were all alone, they could see now, the scratchy fabric leaving their visage, though that did not comfort them. Shimmers of warped light and shadowy figures peeked around the familiar trees, sullen eyes as blazing white dots within the twisted facades.

They clench their eyes, form tensing and fists balled, to those outside their torment this would only seem like an elf lying against the warm sand and sobbing, but to them... the sounds of screaming blasted through their mind, the sight of smouldering buildings,the clanking of iron hitting iron, all over again, in a loop, they had to open their eyes, open


"open.."

"OPEN!"

They found themselves in a stone-laden room. A Crypt, their bruised, diminutive hands pounded against the wooden door, after all this time, the smell of sage would still make them unhappy, the sight of crosses and priests would strike fear into their mind.
    But why? What was so wrong about them? Who had they angered?
The silhouette they had feared for many years charged them, fists that developed into claws that soon struck them, they yelped out, shrinking away but nothing they could do would stop him.
    A shock followed, their body collapsed against the grass and stone as they tumbled down a hill, all this time, they managed to meander over to half the way back, they then get up with a groan, the pain of scrapes and cuts somewhat sobering, if only for a series of blissful moments, before they were sent into the pits of delirium once more.

    Now they are in a room with red carpet, the patterns seemed to shift each time they looked, so they refrained, the vermin that was shoved into their soul was now lying on the floor, lifeless, blotches of inky blackness lined the floorboards and refined carpets. Did they do that? They wondered, before their question was answered rather abruptly, by a claw connecting with their midsection and sent them tumbling back, they clutched their torso and screamed, they screamed for so long that when they took in a breath, they found themselves sitting up against the ground, they had hit a branch, once more, they get up, wiping away the tears from their eyes as they now could see the gateway.

However, as soon as  their feet hit the water, they looked up, and found themselves in a forest. It is the beginning of spring, but there are a few traces of winter left in the form of gentle puddles of snow, they find an ivory box under the water that flowed through between their knees, they wipe some of the grime off, deciding to open the small box. inside it, was a small amulet, where a small purple pendant lay.
    However as soon as they looked up, they were face to face with a figure, it downed a mask and a long shawl, painted with an uncountable amount of rich old hues, antlers that bore blooming flowers shot from behind the mask, they are not sure they saw him, but they are sure they heard him, for his laughter sounded of birdsong and wind-chimes.

And so they stopped at the gate, half-dazed and with their coat  ripped and dirtied, blood dripping out their nose and bruises lined their face and torso, they were home, they did not announce themselves, they only walked inside, greeted by the sounds of nature and chatter from their brethren. 


 

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((OOC: TLDR is Boreal gets blazed and dumped at a beach nearby, hallucinates for three hours and then comes back to their home, decided to make a post instead of emoting at myself once more! Had fun writing some whack ****, and i hope this was as fun to read as well!

 

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Throughout their trial, a red fox would watch and follow from the tropical trees, gold eyes scanning the terrain and how they reacted to such in their state. As Boreal reached the gate, the fox ran off, a small vulpine smile on it's furry face.

 

"And so it is finished, well done."

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