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Post by silverpole on Apr 20, 2011 4:41:55 GMT -5
Silverpole stumbled through the endless, sucking sand, it's heat burning her sensitive pads. For days now, she had been hiking through increasingly sparse territory, the grassy plains of central Yuliterra replaced by shrubbery, dirt, and now sand. She passed a deep slash in the ground, half filled with loose grains of grit, and realized it must be the bed of some long dried-up river. She decided to follow the river-after all, it might lead to something, and it was better than doing nothing.
Further down, she noticed a small disturbance in the sand, and trotted forward to see. Up ahead was a large stream, gushing its way out of the mud in a smooth flow. Quickly, she fluttered forward, pushing herself into the air with a burst of her wings. She was eager to try out her new flying ability, suddenly so useful with the warm thermals that spiralled up from the ground. As she neared, she noticed a few strangely shaped white lumps of rock nestled in the damp banks of the stream. Chalk? In the desert? Then she looked closer and realized they were bleached bones.
She continued to drift nearer as she scrutinized them carefully. How did so many corpses end up near the river? They had probably poisoned it, she thought, and edged away from the water. Finally, she decided to land. Even gliding took energy to execute. She breathed a sigh of relief, burying her burning paws in the water as it swirled around her feet. She wouldn't mind staying here for the night, it was just the right place to stay. Briefly, she wondered what food there was to eat, and her stomach rumbled in agreement as she sniffed at the wind and found it contained the delectable scent of a pair of lizards, basking in the sun just a few feet away.
As she prepared to leave her (temporary) abode, she became aware of a strange sucking sensation around her limbs. At the same time, a chilling jolt raced through her body as the river water continued to seep through her fur. She wasn't anywhere near the stream! How had the water travelled so far!? Then she looked again at the bones surrounding her. There was something strange about them...then she noticed. They were all perfect! All completely intact! She felt a sinking feeling, looked down, realized the truth. She was stuck in quicksand!
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Post by Apocalypse on Apr 21, 2011 9:02:57 GMT -5
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This part of the desert was always interesting to the wandering Apocalypse. Against the rest of the purples and yellows that he choose to color this land, there was a deep swatch the color of blood. The dream walker liked to change the colors that he perceived of the sweltering landscape. Today though, there was a panicked mind being pulled into the blood sand. Quicksand was what Ma'at called it.
He found it ironic that it was on the surface just above her palace. A shame living wolves could not just push through to come out in the caverns bellow. Lung capacity was a silly thing in his smoldering eyes. He moved like a fog over the landscape and stopped at the mind of the struggling female. He prodded the mind, easing his way into the terrified mind.
Once inside he looked around, tall ears flattened as he felt the presence of a second mind. So she was a myou. His image was not very strong, he was only a silhouette of a large wolf with four tails. He scanned the minds and assessed the situation. When he spoke, it was as if he was a whisper....a floating thought in her head. Until she accepted his presence he would not be more than that.
Stop struggling.....
....Just relax
He did not usually try to help those that were caught in this trap. But on occasion he felt a whimsy to interfere.
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Post by silverpole on Apr 22, 2011 0:42:33 GMT -5
Silverpole clawed desperately at the sticky mud, but it offered no resistance to help her. Her wings were becoming clogged with river muck, the silt clinging to her feathers like dandelion goo. She could smell the hot, heady scent of sun and death pouring up out of the mire in thick waves; they made here head spin. Sure enough, she must be having a heatstroke! She could feel the desert pressing in on her skull, it enveloped her mind, and the haze, a mirage, appeared on the horizon. It seemed to float across the sand like a ghost; a shadowy, wisp-like figure. Suddenly, a voice entered her consciousness. It did not speak so much as melt through her senses, echoing in her brain. It seemed to consist of many voices, or many aspects of sound, slipped smoothly into one another.
Stop struggling! Just relax...
Her heart almost stopped, it was just so unexpected. Is my second spirit talking to me, she wondered, it's never done that before. Was she mad? Well, it was worth a try.
Hello, second spirit! she barked cheerfully, and got a mouthful of soggy silt. Hmmm...soggy silt, soggy silt! What a funny sounding phrase, she mused.
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Post by Apocalypse on Apr 24, 2011 19:33:29 GMT -5
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His growl rumbled like thunder through her head. How dare she compare him to a bird! A bird! A shy little thing that didn't even talk to her own body. He forced his presence into her mind a little more. His form became more like a solid shadow. A silhouette of a strong, barrel chested wolf, head low and menacing.
How dare you compare me to a bird! I should let you rot.
His eyes were red and smoldering like red hot coals. He preferred darker forms, it helped to feed on the nightmares of wolves. He could feel her mind deteriorating due to the heat. He growled again, looking from something that could help her. He could glimpse something just out of her feild of vision. He just needed to use her eyes to see it.
"Turn your head to the left."
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Post by silverpole on Apr 25, 2011 21:28:12 GMT -5
How dare you compare me to a bird!
The Voice growled. The four-tailed shadow quickly melted into darkness, pierced by two glowing coals of light. The sun burned down harder than ever, drowning her mind in heat. So you're not my second spirit, she asked, then who are you?
Turn your head to the left.
As the Voice spoke, the shadow flared, turning darker and more solid. It blotted out the sky for an instance, then pulsed slowly as it coalesced into matter. She slid backward, pawing at the scree as the river sucked at her body greedily. The sand was being replaced by water, swirling in with the mud. She felt herself slip lower into the mire. She craned her head, fighting against the current as she swung herself around. She glimpsed something, strained to catch it again.
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Post by Apocalypse on May 9, 2011 7:03:26 GMT -5
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There. He could see, using her eyes that there was a certain leg bone almost tied to the bank with some hardy weed roots. At first glance it just looked like dirty bones poking out. He had a theory that she could use the rooted mass to pull herself free of the mire.
"Now. Grab that with our jaws. Pull yourself out. Your strength can be your savior or your demise." His voice was solid now, as if he were standing right next to her. Perhaps she would feel his form standing on the bank watching her, forcing her to try to survive. His tails were held high, higher than any alpha he had encountered. His regal form seemingly rippled with strength and power.
He could feel the dehydration in the wolf. Had he not been forcing her to try something, he would have wrinkled his nose at the impending death. However, on whims he aided those that wandered too far into the desert. She was so close to salvation. She just had to pull herself out then he could guide her deteriorating mind to some water and some shade.
((OOC: So sorry it took so long to get this up. Life is in boxes at the moment.))
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Post by silverpole on May 14, 2011 1:04:06 GMT -5
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Her saviour? Her demise?
Her mind burned with questions and the heat of the day. The sand stung her skin; her fur was falling out in clumps as her body tried to combat the unnaturally high temperatures. She craned her head to the left, to the right, the mire swirling around her neck in a dragging cloak of silt. Slowly she inched closer to the shore, snapping eagerly at the leg bone and getting a mouthful of mud in the process. She choked, retching as it filled her jaws.
The presence pressed against her mind, almost physically pushing her towards the shore. An invisible hand tightened on her brain, squeezing itself into the edges of her vision, it became hard to breathe. Slowly she inched forward, flailing furiously, jerking her body forward-suddenly, her feet slammed against a hard surface. She winced, drew back instinctively, then rethought the situation. Quickly, she lunged at the shore again, and her paws hit hard rock. She scrabbled for a foothold, and grabbed the bone in her jaws. It shifted, then stopped.
Quickly, she gave it a frantic tug and threw herself at the sandline. It slipped slightly, but otherwise remained steady. She began to haul herself forward, paddling in the draining gunge under the glowing eye of the sun and the presence of the unseen mind. Several of her wing feathers were ripped off and lost in the greedy quicksand, but she continued to beat them furiously against the mud with a mad energy.
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