Visions At Twilight

[Wretched 2075]

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Hours must have passed, and yet the old sage's silent meditation remained undisturbed as she sat cross-legged atop Twilight's Peak, facing away from Karakatua with eyelids held lightly shut. With nothing but the sea's winds to accompany her, she slipped into her own familiar state of mind, a state of mind that she had practised for a great many years. It was not often she had the time required to dedicate to this task, but whenever that time did arise she would smile with an unsteady sense of excitement, as she of all people knew that her magic can often become a curse.

 

With a deep exhale, Natayshi's eyelids snapped open with an ungodly white glow, gazing blankly across the vast stretches of open water that made up the sea, but it wasn't the sea she was looking at. At first there was nothing, nothing but a pale, lonely darkness. How odd, she did think to herself, but it was then that her mouth twitched open upon spotting something looming forth from the darkness. It appeared to be humanoid, its figure cloaked, shadowed and unfamiliar as still it drifted closer. Just as the image started to become clearer, it all but vanished.

 

 

Again, the deep allure of darkness presented itself. A breath of irritation washed over the sage's motionless body as still Metztli remained unrevealing, but yet again she was shocked to see shadows form with edges of white, twisting and churning to form a picture in her mind: And there sat a familiar sight, it was the great Stone Of Metztli, hovering in its chamber deep below the city. And yet, something felt different, there was an unnatural cold about the vast cavern and yet again did she see the image of what she assumed to be a man, darting forth past the stone in but a second, remaining as mysterious as before.

 

 

Just as this image had started to fade into the sheet of darkness once more, she found herself attempting to scream out of her trance, for what she saw was too unreal to believe. In but the remaining millisecond of the image of the stone, she saw it explode. Her icon of faith had detonated into a blinding white and blue flash of light, causing Natayshi to jolt where she sat, jaws pried open to release this silent screaming. But the devastating event was to be quickly concealed from sight as the image finally vanished entirely.

 

 

The radiant glowing of her pale eyes extinguished to leave the shaking sage staring out into the calming waves of the ocean, unsure if she'd truly just foreseen such an indescribable event. With a deep gulp and heavy breathing, she hurriedly rose to her feet, leaving her staff strewn across her meditating cushion and she turned towards the exit of her mountaintop balcony. With but a moment's hesitation, she started to run.

[Treshure 5818]

((Oh. Well, ****.))

[Lita 677]

Ja'Sahra nearly dropped the pile of books she was carrying as she heard the news, her eyes widening. "W-wutta?" she asks, seeming distraught, which was a rare sight from her. Her brow furrows, before she immediately heads to the palace, intent on preparing a chest of essentials that had to be brought with her. The island had to be evacuated, and soon. Hopefully Morthawl would return.

[Princeton 396]

Ja'Raska blinks as he hears the news, his head shaking slightly as his paws grip more tightly around his staff. His cheery face twists slightly and melds into one that appears to be a frown, quickly ushering himself back into his den to garner his cubs. He gathers some essentials from his den and quickly prepares to depart from Karakatua with the rest of the Kharajyr. "Metztli sayve aws."

[Addled 62]

Ja'Lorei was silent as she slowly places her paws on the counter of the tavern. Her eyes shook as she stared blankly at them before she let out a breath, a soft sound leaving her. She fell limp against the seat of her chair, her eyes flicking towards the ceiling as her priest hood falls from her head. Her arms shook. After a while, they slowly slid away from the counter and let her paws fall limp off the sides as they returned to her. 

 

The vision that had been seen. It was impossible yet Lorei could not deny its truth. The Sage, Natayshi, was the one who had seen it and a kharajyr with such experience behind her would not dare make such a grave mistake. 

 

She lifted her paw again and ran it through her hair. It shook, tangling and untangling the strands as she tried, in vain, to calm herself down. Her face twitched, and her shoulders shuddered. Her paw landed on the warm stone of the counter again and her claws dug into the hard surface. Her left paw rose to gently hold her face, the fingers spread so that she could see through them. The tavern's ceiling was growing darker. The sun was setting. 

 

Her jaw fell open and a laugh escaped her, jolting her frame. Then again, louder, she laughed. Falling forward, both of her paws gripped the counter, her claws scraping stone as she steadied herself as she giggled. She lifted her head, shook it slowly as her eyes began to burn and hot, heavy tears began to steak down her fur. 

 

What had all of this been for? Why had she dedicated her life to becoming a priest if she was not able to stop such a fate from happening? 

 

Her laughs stuttered as she gasped and shook, steadily morphing into sobs. 

 

She sat back down into her seat again, hugging her knees. Her hair fallen in front of her face, only her glowing eyes was visibly in the near complete darkness. The tears once filled with sorrow were now fat with anger and determination. 

 

It couldn't have been for nothing.

 

She wiped her face quickly and stood, unsteady. She turned and began walking into the backrooms of the tavern, wishing clear her head. Instead, she laid on her bed and resigned herself to sleep.

 

For hours she was awake, her now dry eyes alert and waiting.

 

Anxious. 

 

Ready.

[KUSHerZombie 222]

  Si'Rabeoha shakes his head, placing his paws on his face, sheading one tear. He knew that the visions of Natayishi where always true. There was no saving of the stone of Metztll, but there was a saving of the perfect race. The only way out was evacuation. With or without the Tla. The Tla' who had passed his trials. 

  A faint light of the sun shone from his window, dim torches lighting his room. He removed his paws from his face, a brave eye being revieled. He would gather his family, friends, and those who wish to tag along, and sail to Malinor, destorying everything preventing him from getting there. "Meztli ez thah unly wun whu cawn sayve kharajyr, maya sheh bwless Rabeoha's jurney."