Ruminations

[X3N0 515]

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Tried to do a lil writing :3

 

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From within the depths of some deceript town, beneath its cobbled streets and in that bastion’s library did a mali of ‘ker heritage sit, violet hues glancing down towards the book held firmly in the grasp of his gloved digits. A puff of smoke blew out of the youthful maehr’s cigarette as his head turned upwards from that tome of yore, and onto the four murals before Kysnaros. A clockwork-artificed limb pushed his form off the chair which he had sat at as the elf began to pace towards the four murals - eyes swiveling about, viewing the tall streams of bookcases about, and the myriad drawings upon each mural. Slowly, he took a halting before the left most mural - digits coming to point towards it as he looked at the sprawling work.

For that first mural there was a willow tree, its bark gray and dull, and offerings were placed beneath its branches. All those things given up to that tree were of nature; discarded branches, strong soil, berries, and the antlers of some woodland creature. 

“Oaks.” 

 

Thereafter he began to tread forth to the one near the end of that sprawling hallway, once more taking a stop before it. It displayed the likeness of a roaring bonfire formed of bones - of what he did not deign to know. Offered there were ashes of battlefields lost to the currents of time, and broken weapons. 

“Strife.” 

 

As his view came back to view the two murals on the right, making way towards the one adjacent to his current form. The third mural was that of a sun of stygian - blotted out by the dark. Things matching the symbols present were feathers of various birds of carrion, skulls, and onyx silk. 

 

“Umbrage.” 

 

Once more and for the final time the youth treaded towards the right depiction, and set there similarly to the rest was a sprawling iconography. There was a great mass of flame, popping out from the other dull tones within that room. Candles and ashen glass laid there in offerings, of solemn reverence. 

 

“Embers.” 

 

A sigh escaped his maw - a puff of smoke in tandem from the ‘garette which was in his maw as he finished his pacing around, seemingly those musings of his were complete. He knew he had to pick one of those four paths, yet which one would Kysnaros choose in the end. Yet finally after a period of reflection the elf finally chose, and it was strife.

 

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[The King Of The Moon 5123]

The Herald of Embers stirred, warbling in the deep.

 

Perhaps it meant to sob.

[bloomtiara 368]

Some simple creature watched his pacing from far above.

                   

                      Voices sung out in opera, mists swirling around his feet. 
Something unseen bore witness, as he gained the path he was to take from thereon.

[Orphvius 427]

A fragile evil drifted in her room like a somber breeze,

Muted crimson hues blinking in vice, or was it confusion; sometimes she forgot..

The little black sheep that dotted the walls of her haunt had begun to smudge, the chalk now faded into the grain of the oaken support beams.

With a breathy sigh she’d wither down to nothing, an incorporeal presence of brooding torment.

Suppose it was time to visit her Librarian?

[Acostrob 256]

An ancient 'ker watched on from the dark, his hands clasped behind his back, robes as old as he adorning that deathly figure.

 

"Hazk, balmak." He spat as the youth chose their way.

 

[craneia 98]

A wild haired dame looks up from the tomes sprawled around her... briefly taking a break to watch that 'ker pace about, muttering to himself. Silent she stays, observing from atop her perch. Some semblance of a smile splays 'cross her tanned cheeks... soon consumed once more by her studies.

[Jihnyny 2572]

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