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DAYDREAM || drabble o1

What exactly was “freedom”? To someone who had been imprisoned but hadn’t known otherwise, the word “freedom” and “free” held no meaning whatsoever. By everyone else’s definition she had not been free; she was born into captivity and subjected to experiments that sometimes rode the line of torture. How could she then be expected to comprehend the idea of freedom and imprisonment when she was finally able to leave?

The first thing she noticed was the night sky. The cold night air bit and stung at her aggressively as she only wore a thin white night gown; however, the dark sky with its twinkling solar system of lights were so captivating that she hardly noticed. A sound was the only thing that pulled her from her r e v e r i e---a twig being snapped and fresh snow being disturbed. This was the first time she had ever seen snow let alone been outside but the sound and the very presence near her made her very alert. More than one...there was more than one around her.

Wolves nearly twice her size (she was at this point in time 10 years old) strode out from the shadows of the nearby thickets, surrounding her easily. At first she was fascinated by the creatures and their beauty...but the smaller the circle around her got, the more uneasy she felt in the pit of her stomach. Something primal in her knew there was danger but her brain could not comprehend why exactly. The wolves snapped at her, growling with their ears pressed back while the largest one simply stared at her. The wolf on its right side left forward to bite her shoulder.

Unpleasant. Blood. She had seen blood plenty of times before--even her own blood---but this time it felt different. There was an intent to kill or eat, and she could feel it deep within her body when the creature bit into her shoulder. The others followed suit, save for the largest, and they bit into her, pushing her body down and shaking their heads violently to rip the flesh from her body. What was that sound that escaped her?

It was a scream. For the first time in her life she screamed and was afraid.

#( AERONA! )#( c:HELHEIM! )#o1 of o2

rodendorf

#( AERONA! )

Nothing is lost. . .Everything is transformed.

Michael Ende

#entropy #Michael Ende #chaos #neverending story

You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#chaos #entropy #Friedrich Nietzsche

chainrender:

“So easily? How strange.” He said with a chuckle of contentment. She struck him as an odd duck when it came to personality, but that was strange enough for him to hold interest. The woman acted on her own accord more often than not, but the others were too blind to recognize her worth. In his eyes, however, he saw great power, if he could temper it right…

“Hm. Apt questions. I suppose that’s up to perception. Very rarely have I ever actually revealed whom I was until they grew suspicious. There were time where I considered them friends, and they did the same. But those days were quiet, and I acted like a normal human, marveling at what humanity was willing to do for the sake of progress. It wasn’t until recently that I’ve become more…active in my true self.”

There was a slight sigh at the end of his explanation. “And the end result was always the same once I’ve shown them who I was. The reality of my existence is not something many can handle.”

Strange? The whole thing was strange. Everything she had seen was strange until this point. The most important thing she had learned from all of them was to expect the unexpected....and that everyone had something haunting them. Micah caught up with them easily, bumping against her hand for a slight pet or two before going on ahead. Micah wasn’t the cuddly affectionate type and made it known that to him they were going far too slow.

“What does being active in your true form even mean?” The question came out so quickly she didn’t have time to bite her tongue. If she had to sum up what she felt his true form was, it was Trouble. Yes, with the capital T. Sucking in a quick breath she stepped up onto a large, curving root that partially blocked their way. Since she was so short it took extra effort to get past it.

“So they were your friends until you showed them who--what you really were and then they disappeared? Doesn’t that mean they weren’t your friends to begin with?” The girl peered between silver-white hair at him curiously, expecting to see no real reaction to this question.

“If that’s the case you’ve never really had a friend have you?”

#duskblade

duskblxde

cookie crazy

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duskblade:

ominousvoice:

“If it was that easy to wake someone up, I think bakeries would get a lot more business from adventurers. Childish, maybe…but harmless. You mean well.”

He finished the cookie in his hand with a few more bites, brushing the lingering crumbs off of his hands before turning his eyes back to the woman.

“…sorry if I startled you. It’s something of a habit for me to just….walk where I please. I forget that not everyone is used to that.”

Moving with practiced caution, he gently nudged one of the cookies back into place in a pile that had begun to teeter dangerously to one side. He sighed quietly and grasped the back of a nearby chair, pulling it aside and sitting down with his arms folded across his chest.

“….I don’t understand you, Myrina. You’re supposedly friends with ‘Lia, but friendship only goes so far. You’ve walked into a warzone between Gods, Godlike beings, and Godslayers. You can’t even begin to match us in the realm of combat….but you’re still here. You’re still fighting and keeping up. What is it that drives you? What makes you keep going?”

She took the large gloves off her hands and set them off to the side before leaning against one of the counters that had an already cooling rack of cookies on them. His question puzzled her, leaving her to tilt her head to one side with a furrowed brow as she considered his question.

Why was she still there? Part of it was a debt she felt she owed to Eulalia. Somewhere along the way she had grown to admire the other woman, and though the two of them seemed somewhat similar in age Myrina still felt like a fledgling in so many ways. Suddenly there was a painful clenching in her chest and she looked down while trying to find words to describe her final realization.

“....I don’t want to lose anything else.” Her eyes burned slightly at what she assumed was the beginning of tears. Myrina hadn’t given it any deep thought as to why she was sticking around. It wasn’t as if she had anywhere else to be right? There was a fear deeply rooted in her, however, not of abandonment but of duty unfulfilled.

That unnamed kitten that had been mutilated in the forest...

Her mother in the burning cottage....

They were internal scars she would keep with herself that were still visibly raw. Being inexperienced and young she hardly had it within herself to shield that emotion from her eyes. He was right--she wasn’t like them. They were far more experienced and she could see that. Compared to them she was still a child.

“I really am childish...making cookies in the early morning, sticking around when I am vastly outclassed...until now I hadn’t given it any thought. I suppose I just didn’t want to make the same mistakes I did in the past.”

#duskblade #;aeleric #;myrina #;scourge #;timeskip

Are you nobody too?

The drowling looked at her dress that sat on her bed with a sad, tired looking expression. The decision she made was not an easy one and she knew that it would hurt Eulalia...perhaps to the point of losing whatever friendship they had. What were her options though? Without trying she knew there was no way to argue that he would come one way or another. Even if she had tried to tell them--or so she reasoned in her head at the time--they would have argued and they would have gotten nowhere.

A small, sad smile fluttered across her lips. Were Simon there he would have said something like, “Aren’t you just trying to self soothe?” Myrina wasn’t entirely stupid. It had been a painful choice but it was one she felt she had to make...whether it turned out to be wrong or not.

Myrina slipped the dress on over her tanned frame and tucked a tuft of hair behind her ear.

It was time for her to do something for someone else now.

#( c:SCOURGE! )#( MYRINA! )

chainrender:

“I believe you’re thinking of it a little too hard. This is not a matter of concern for myself, so you may relax. This is simple curiosity, a query of where the line is drawn for the ‘trustworthiness’ of individuals as deemed by a group of murderers, thieves, and assassins, those who would normally be deemed ‘untrustworthy’. Hypocritical or not, such fallible judgement is what entertains me about mortals, amongst other traits. ”

The smile on his face did not lessen an iota, as though observing Myrina’s speech like a moderately entertaining show. She spoke to him as though he was entirely unused to human culture, when in truth, it was likely he had more knowledge on their nature than she did. However, due to his distance from it all, instead of taking it to heart, he analyzed it as though discussing a work of art.

And of course, he would follow after her, for that’s what he would do even if the conversation wasn’t going on. He waited a few moments for her to speak, but with no such thing coming, he was quick to begin as well.

“Oh, gauging my interest in continuing the conversation? Or perhaps you feel like a child and don’t want to intrude on my time without me engaging first? I doubt I’ve angered you, for you do not seem nearly as attached to this group as you are to Eulalia. In any case, a coin for your thoughts, Lady Myrahel?”

At this, she stopped immediately and stared at the long space in front of them. Micah butted his head into her hand and she petted him gently as she thought.

“You’re right.” Myrina said after a long pause, blinking slowly and turning to look at him, “You’re right. They are normally deemed untrustworthy, and yet I can find it within myself to trust them.” After she said it she realized that was a partial lie. She trusted them when it came to their feelings for Eulalia but she had no real reason to trust them outside of that.

Deciding that keeping this to herself was useless--since he had already looked into her mind and would know what she felt---she continued on with her speech.

“Since I trust them with so little reason to do so...well, then I’ll choose to trust you.” With that said she continued on the current path. At his question she shrugged.

“I simply wonder what your human friends were like and why you chose to be friends with them. Though were they really friends? Did you mourn their deaths?”

#duskblade

duskblxde

cookie crazy

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ominousvoice:

….honestly, he wasn’t sure just where this girl got her fortitude from. She wasn’t one of that group. She wasn’t some being that was blessed by Gods or Spirits. She was just…her. It puzzled him….it made him wary….but above all, it made him worry for her.

Their enemies were beings that gave even him pause, that tested the strength and resolve of God-chosen and Godslayer alike….and yet there she was. A girl who seemed to pale in comparison to them when it came to conflict, but proved more than their equal in terms of the battlefield of the mind. There she was….baking cookies. As if the world hadn’t changed a bit.

“….if ‘Lia eats that many cookies, she’s going to end up looking as big as her dragon form, you know.”

His footsteps completely silent, he strode out of the shadows in the midst of the cookie chaos that had taken over that small section of the kitchens, deft fingers snatching up one of the cookies, still warm even to his heat-resistant touch, and taking a small bite.

“….not bad though.”

The noise that emitted from her was a mix between a squeak and a gasp, and she nearly dropped the oven fresh cookies she currently had in her gloved hands. She didn’t know which to be more embarrassed by--the fact that she didn’t know he was there to begin with or the sound she had made. He seemed to ignore it, however, of which she was grateful.

Swallowing her anxiety down, she set the cookies down and looked at the battlefield of cookies. He wasn’t wrong.

“Well...anything extra we can give to the citizens...and Rouse, of course.” At this point in time Lia had still not awoken from her long slumber after having been nearly beaten to death by (Nalgessian). It was thanks to Brakken that they were able to beat Nalgessian back, though it was unclear to her whether he was gone entirely. One thing at a time though.

“I was hoping that if I made enough cookies she might wake up from the smell alone...it seems kind of childish doesn’t it?” She smiled albeit a little painfully and began setting the cookies on one of the heaping piles. “

#duskblade #;aeleric #;myrina #;scourge #;timeskip #I can't spell negan's name I hope I got it right

cookie crazy

@ominousvoice ; @fataimplexis

Cookies. Freshly baked and of very variety--COOKIES. They sat on trays or racks in piles based on their variety; there in the middle of the cookie explosion was an ombre-haired half-drow that was bent over the oven inspecting even more cookies that were currently baking. Her brow was furrowed with a slight dew appearing there and it seemed like the girl was working hard at her baking. Though why she was going to such lengths was questionable at this point.

#( c:SCOURGE! )#( MYRINA! )#( TROCURIA! )#( YEARSKIP! )#keepin' it simple #she's bakin' cookies for eulalia

chainrender:

“Oh? Have I not done everything that I said I would? I helped your queen, and I helped your cause. The only time I impeded your progress was when I was exacting my end of a bargain. The fool asked me to find his bag and I did. Then I played with them for a bit, as I earned. A simple little exchange between two who are very clearly only working together out of necessity.”

A haphazard shrug in simple frustration. To him it was the simplest equation, so why did they have such difficulty understanding it? It wasn’t science, it was simple business. But his thoughts were dragged off their train as her next question actually managed to catch him off guard.

“Huh. That is a truly honest question that I haven’t heard in some time. Well, no honestly. Most of my kind are self-serving and thus only heed me when they have need of me. In the hierarchy of Gods of the Far Realm, I am the third in power. The First, Azathoth, is in a constant state of slumber. Not much of a conversationalist. The second, Yog-Sothoth, whom you’ve met, is hardly one to converse with others either. Any humans I’ve befriended have met predictable ends.”

Her exasperated expression only deepened at his response. Somehow she knew he would look at it that way. Myrina knew that it would be hard for him to see it her way but for the sake of keeping things from being awkwardly silent, she continued.

“Alright.” Myrina stopped then to turn and look at him, obviously tired at the thought of having to explain it. So then why was she? Even she didn’t know herself. Hands set on her hips as she began to explain.

“You did all of the things you say, and instigating a fight between Torven and Arancel aside--this does not mean that trust is automatically given. If anything causing that fight derailed any possible trust...” She muttered the last under her breathe a little. “More than that, the air you give off is not one of trustworthiness. Wait, do you want us to trust you? Why?”

Somehow she wasn’t surprised at his response either....”So you did have human friends. Hmm, interesting...” her hand curled around her chin slightly, and she turned on her heel and continued to walk on towards Trocuria. It seemed she would give no indication on what she was thinking without being asked first.

#duskblade

chainrender

As the party went their separate ways, to rest or train or otherwise, Simon would keep pace with the owner of attention, the one named Myrina. Having investigated her quite meticulously, he found her to be the most interesting of the group. So many secrets her origin did hold, and yet none of it was apparent to her of all people. He dribbled with the knowledge in his mind, wondering what could be done with it. But until then, he would simply pose to her a question.

“Is it fear that inspires such hostility for me? Or some sort of ill-conceived moral high ground?”

duskblxde

There was a pause after his question, a palpable one as she thought carefully about her answer. However, if he had looked into her that closely there was probably reason to believe he’d know if she was lying. At this, she decided being honest was the best choice.

“You’ve given me very little reason to trust you and even more to not trust you. I don’t much care about moral high ground, and it isn’t fear either...if you wanted to kill any of us you obviously could have at any time.” Her expression changed to that of a flat, exasperated one at the very thought of it.

“Do you have no friends?” She asked suddenly, glancing to the side at him.

#duskblade

kurotsuka

#the book of bantorra #hamyuts meseta #kurotsuka

quiet-nymph

Photography by Christophe Cosset🇨🇭Switzerland 📸 Nikon D810

#photography #landscape #nature #winter

Why did it feel like everywhere she looked she was met with death?

It could have been her timing. Bad timing, bad luck. Or perhaps there was something like destiny that followed her around and killed everything around her. One way or another, though, she knew that death seemed to follow her closely.

She stared down at the corpse with large red eyes devoid of any emotion. It was a scene she had seen so many times before only that this one stunk more than the others. Ah, it had shit itself, that was why. Aerona was getting used to the things a corpse would do much more than she was of a human being. Not much conversation was to be had on the road she was taking and the only being nearby her that was “alive” was....well...not much of a talker.

She stepped over the body and kept walking.

#( AERONA! )#( c:HELHEIM! )