The Divide

[confusedjester 811]

 

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The woman’s eyes slowly peeled open at the quiet chorus of a birdsong. She was curled up along her side, knees to chest, upon a bed of dew-drenched moss. The air was scented of fresh rain and notes of wet grass.

 

Her joints ached, and her head throbbed, the thinning Keen carefully pushing herself into a sit. As she came to, did Heilwig begin to observe the hugging grove.

 

Trees loomed overhead, branches and brambles forming a trail before Heilwig. Crocuses and magnolias of silvering petals scattered the woodlands, lining the path that lay there. The eternal blue of the sky she knew, now possessed the couple of Sun and Moon, whilst their children of clouds and stars frolicked about in the cosmos. 

 

It was calm and serene, with only the chirp of the songbirds to fill the void of noise…

 

| SNAP. |

 

Heilwig swiveled, peering off into the thickets that stalked behind her. Nothing was there except the swaying pinewoods. A quiet exhale befell her, as she turned back around… She blinked.

 

 

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Centering the path ahead, stood a large White Stag. Its ivory fur, bathed in Sun and Moon’s light, and antlers, great and mighty. The dull eyes of the Stag, cerulean in hue, stared upon Heilwig with little yield. 

 

An anticipatory breath hitched in her throat, as she beheld the estranged Stag with her own Keenly blues. 

 

The Stag eyed the woman a moment longer, before turning down the path and continuing on in a slow saunter. After a few paces, it turned again, watching the animist. Awaiting her.

 

After a beat, did Heilwig rise. Her bare feet trodding softly across the soils and moss, carrying her onward, stalking after the Stag along the path. 

 

 

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Hours passed. Days then, too, yet Heilwig would never know. The Divide, being the Sun and Moon, reserved themselves to the skies, never changing, never moving, content with watching the mortal and Stag trail forth through the woods. 

 

It felt endless, yet Heilwig followed. It felt pointless, yet something compelled her legs to keep moving. 

 

Then eventually, the path reached a clearing. A cliff, with nothing beyond except universe at first. The Stag stopped just before, though Heilwig’s feet carried her to the precipice. Nearing the edge, in the far distance now, she could see the outline of land. Mountains, deserts, the plains and the trees- yet so far, too far. 

 

Heilwig veered her gaze down, towards what she assumed would be the steep, neverending drop- yet her own face returned to her. A reflection, a pool. One that sunk down… and down… 

 

No life possessed the waters off the cliff, nor light nor bottom. To fall would be to drown. To sink and to die.

 

Heilwig glanced upwards once more, puzzled and confused. She looked then to the Stag, who was surely behind her.

 

 

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The Stag was gone. What followed, caused Heilwig to still. A paleness drenched her face white.

 

A canine of colossal girth, viciousness in its maw, strangled by a coat of black fur. Eyes, pricked with sanguine, staring upon Heilwig with nothing but unforgiving savagery.

 

A breath held in her throat, feet stepping back, heels now aligned with the precipice.

 

The wolf prowled closer, a low groan building in its chest. 

 

Another step…

 

Step…

 

Step…

 

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The beast then launched at the woman, ready to assault!

 

Heilwig leapt back, slipping upon the cliff, and plunging into the shadowed waters. She sank and sank, and the omen pursued no longer. 

 

She sank for hours. For days, yet Heilwig would never know. Darkness swallowed her, for the journey between worlds and dreams was a lengthy, unkind process.

 

After what felt like eons of drowning…

 

...Heilwig began to float. A light cut through, and a cold began to strangle her throat, her limbs, dying her fingertips a plum-purple. She reemerged in a new pool, upon the top of the highest mountain, closest to the cosmos as her mortal self could be. Frostbite chewed at her limbs, water spurting from her lungs as she gagged.

 

No longer serene, no longer calm. 

 

But awake once more, for her ill-fated journey of living was not yet done.

 

 

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OOC: To when this narrative post was put up, Heilwig has been missing for about 3-4 months IRPLY. Do with that what you will!

ps she is not dead this is not a pk post - was adding spice to her revival

 

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[Metamancy 1759]

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12 hours ago, Metamancy said:

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My exact thoughts.

[PoliteEquation7 187]

A wolf exited his house for the first time in months. His flesh clung to the bone. The Greye's eyes had sunken and his skin had paled.

But whatever had cast Adrian close to death, had begun to lift.

 

His thoughts drifted to those he hadn't seen.

 

Their absence disturbed him in these years,

as the thought of death always crept to the front of his mind.