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Post by gladriel on Jan 10, 2008 12:43:46 GMT -7
Dark grey clouds rolling overhead, roiling in impending doom, moving quickly obliterating the sky as the thunder rumbles and rattles across the sky.
Sudden crackling, blazing flashes of light forking through the clouds shattering the night, enticing terror.
She staggers into the darkness, occasionally stumbling when the lightning passes and dies into oblivion. The sky mirrors the oppression on her soul, and as the tears fall from her eyes the raindrops begin to fall from the sky.
Dropping to her knees she bellows her grief, head thrown back as the rain and tears flow together down her face.
Sobbing, consumed, folding in upon herself; the rain beating down unmercifully, cleansing, healing the devastating madness.
The clouds move on and the rain begins to slow as she lies on the ground weak and spent, quietly breathing.
As all things do, this too shall pass.
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Post by gladriel on Jan 18, 2008 13:30:52 GMT -7
Curled up on the ground shaking uncontrollably the thoughts in her head spin out of control, spiraling into an abyss so vast and black it threatens to wipe out her mind. Her eyes are open and staring, seeing nothing but the void.
She hears someone calling her name, over and over, slowly penetrating through the chasms in her mind. The person's face slowly forms in front of her, it is her guide.
"Wake up my child, it is time. Do what you must but you can no longer stay in that dark place. You have the strength now use it - others are depending on you."
She knows her, trusts her, believes in her and would put her life in her hands. Her guide had never steered her wrong. If her guide said it was time and she possessed the strength she had to have faith and act on it.
Taking a deep breath she stands up, taking the hand her guide extends to her. As she stands erect her mind swirls and she nearly blacks out in the weakness; her guide holds her until she regains her own feet. Not even seeing her surroundings she takes a few shaky steps. With each step her strength grows and she places her feet more confidently, standing taller.
Still oblivious to her surroundings other than the path that lies before her she moves on. Her thoughts still a jumble but starting to clear she begins to realize she's walking through a forest, her guide's hand still firmly on her arm.
Glancing acknowledgement to her guide in her strength, her guide removes her hand and they walk side by side. With ever increasing strength she picks up the pace, feeling the urgency. The swirling blackness still tries to overcome her but she firmly pushes it away thinking, "They need me. They need me and I must move on. There is a better way and I will find it for us!"
At long last she begins to look ahead, and far off in the distance she can see daylight shining in. The light gives her hope and she increases her stride; her guide slows, smiling as she watches her go. Things are going to be ok.
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Post by gladriel on Jan 24, 2008 11:47:03 GMT -7
She crouches low, slowly breathing to not create a disturbance. Her muscles gently flex so as not to stiffen in stillness. She begins creeping through the grasses when she smells her prey moving on. Stealthily she moves, barely disturbing her surroundings taking care to stay downwind. The smell of her prey's blood, the sound of it's heartbeat as she moves ever closer quickens her pulse. Deepening her breath to compensate for her excitement and keep her breath quiet, she moves through the grasses closer still. Now she can see her prey stooping to the water to drink, momentarily "blind" with eyes cast down. Taking her moment she leaps through the air, still silent. At the last second her prey feels the wind from her movement and looks up but too late. She growls as she stretches her legs, claws at full extension. Snarling, she digs her claws into whatever she can reach, legs wrapped around to immobilize her prey. Exclaiming in triumph her blood pumps through her veins so hard she can't hear. Locking her teeth into its throat she swoons as the blood flows into her mouth but never loosens her grip. As the blood threatens to drown her she lets the throat go, roaring her rage as her prey struggles to break free. She begins to tear into her prey with her claws flaying its body, ripping it apart until there is nothing but a congealed mass of blood and flesh in a mound on the ground. Panting from her exertion she momentarily rests, regaining her composure and breath. As her equilibrium returns she straightens herself out, stretching as she stands. Bending down she picks a bone out of the pile and absentmindedly gnaws on it as she walks away.
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Post by Jagathara on Jan 24, 2008 12:54:21 GMT -7
Wow! Breathtaking and exciting stuff! A real gem in the crown of the knights errant are your stories. Thanks for bringing them here!
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Post by gladriel on Jun 17, 2008 11:34:46 GMT -7
*bows her head* I am honored.
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