Punished_Pup 1365 Share Posted December 27, 2023 Music Her fingers desperately claw at her own eyes within the undeveloped abode of hers, as a heresy laid stained upon her mind, gnawing at waking and slumbering thoughts.. Why was she returned? Who was she truly? Were those tomes steeped in that bleeding Dark it spoke of?Scrrraaaape Those fingers nails across the skin, tearing it apart much like the conflicting thoughts that battle in her mind, she felt the text conflicted with her own experience, but her recent obsession outweigh what she felt was petty arguments, of the knowledge, of the power from that script Gal Elnath, everything around her seemed to be calling her to that once dormant itching. A stranger from afar being spat out in front of her. A legion that was heralded with burning skies drew her attention, much like a Moth might to flame, whose leader sought out the secrets from beyond. A man who showcased seemingly raw power opting to step in between, in front of the eyes of a small crowd. Then her eyes winced shut at the stinging pain as those digits rip down her closed eyes. She hated herself, of all she could do, all she could see. Why did she feel so incomplete? All those conflicting thoughts and desires that battled in her mind, one could equate them to Light and Dark, how she longed for the days where Ivarielle uplifted the 'Aheral from stagnant state to be more, and wished for another age of enlightenment akin to it. But then the bedlam desires arise, to lie, to misdirect, to hurt, no matter how small or great the deeds might be, recalling the enjoyment she felt during the civil war, the satisfaction when those dissidents met their end, standing alone with all but one of the Nations poised against them. "Am I manifest chaos..?" she asks of herself, in silent whispers, as those nails gnash across her eyes, a defeated question to beyond came soon afterwards "What am I.." Maybe he spoke truth, perhaps there was a fear rooted deep within her that she dared not acknowledge, acting just enough to dismiss its existence but not enough to dispel it. Perhaps this is why she sought audience beyond her, beyond her control, beyond her experience. It did not matter in the end, the path was clear, service must be provided and the reward of knowledge beyond, to wash away the deep fear. Her thoughts returned to those Black Books, and the one truth in them.. The truth that mattered ran across her mind.. She opened her eyes.. The world of Descendants is etched with silent deceit Whispers of forgotten falsehoods sow discord among kin and yet the Wheel keeps turning Her hands loft up fabric, so she might tie it around her eyes once more to cover them, in blessed submission.. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatFunkyBunch 2066 Share Posted December 27, 2023 Some Azulyte rubs her cheek as she stays near the woman. "Iblees we are all so edgy. " 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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