A Non-Meditative State

[MakeshiftFoxxo 179]

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The world was blurry. The darkness of the corridor's the elf had left closed behind him as the scarlet of sundown enveloped his vision. It was all blurry, and the elven man's feet couldn't carry him steadily. His mind was racing, his body oddly still, and his cheeks flushed with the tears he had cried. Through the courtyard and to the bridge, those unsteady feet had carried the elf. There was not a physical injury on his body, only the limp and stumble of a heavy mind. 

"Seeing one's fate is not for the faint of heart, little one."
The voice echoed in Euleriphis' mind as he moved forward.

"Do you dare glimpse at what greatness you have to come?"

 

His feet now carried him to the road, and he did not follow it for long. His mind was hazy and his body similarly heavy. In his head was the vivid imagery and feeling of death. Feeling your loss of consciousness, dare he believe his life, in a heavy and immovable embrace is a feeling that one keeps with them. The feeling did not end there.

 

The elf had been enveloped in the oppressive weight of a lucid dream. These were different though, these felt real. These were the dreams of his fate. This was only the surface level, but the vast amount had been jarring. It was a haze; specifically, a haze that stayed in his mind even after he awoke.

 

The dreams were vivid in the moment, a blur once he awoke, and were slowly coming back to him as he walked into the tree line. Despite the slow return of such, it would still be overwhelming to the elf. The memories had the distinct and depressing feeling of death, sprinkled amongst a similar feeling of warmth and comradery. These feeling's of death had began to override any of the warmth, and the elf found his head in his hands. He hadn't made it far into the woods before he had stumbled to the ground.

 

Years upon years of fate; the ever-mixing emotions between warmth and despair, love and hatred, belonging and loneliness, it drove the elven man to tears. A screaming cry as it had all began to come back to him.

 

The next few days were nothing more than running emotions, a claustrophobic mind and quite a bit of alone time in the woods. At times, his breathing felt like it was leaving him in a panic, and at others, it felt like he was too quiet for his circumstances as his mind raced. 

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Spoiler

Anyone who would see Euleriphis on a regular basis may notice he isn't around. He has been gone for approximately an elven day thus far, and may be gone for another few. His son, Percival, would be found in his home on Dowry Street I with a babysitter that did not know where the elven man was.

 

Message me with any questions. Foxxo#0485

 

This is essentially just a large 'potential missing person' post.

 

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