Documenting my roleplay stuff here, at least some of it.
Liseltte woke up from her shallow sleep. She hadn't dream walked that time, luckily, but her poor slumber had other side effects, her eyes burned in morning light, she felt more tired than when Liseltte had went to sleep, and laying in a thin leave bed on a mud hut floor certainly did not help her constant achiness.
Liseltte rubbed her eyes with her paw-pad, and attempted to stretch out the ache. She was not successful. She could hear other villagers going about their day outside, but the air felt wrong. Had felt for a long time. Maybe years. Invisible tension had slowly crept over the community and kept growing, bit by bit, inch by inch. Liseltte was frustrated that she could not just cut the air with her hunting knife, and slay this invisible foe.
She quickly swallowed the feeling. Feelings were bad, both positive and negative. The elders had taught her that, and they were never wrong… Feelings were the onset of madness. And madness leads to ruin and death, imbalance.
Corruption.
Liseltte stood up, dusted herself off and left to do her daily tasks within the mud hut village, ruins of large buildings and scraps of once a great nation.
Outside of the village, Liseltte breathed in the swamp smell, little glad to be away from the invisible tension emanating from all the living folk she had ever known in her life. Blank faces, the lot of them. Never smiling, never angry, always cold and logical. Of course, Liseltte was one of them, she thought for a moment if she was even recognizable as a person, or just part of the small mass the elders guide.
Liseltte felt her anger bubbling, she hugged herself and whispered;
”Shit shit shit, no, this is wrong, the elders are right, I just need to calm down, maintain control, endure…”
She sighed, breathed in deep and let what had been taught to her loose. Nature's magic, druid magic. It took all of her focus to scout the area, she gripped her knife tightly, tried to become one with earth and the marsh, and like always, it felt… disgusting and wrong.
She swallowed her nausea and hesitation that clouded her mind. A little side thought wished it would be easier, that the nature magic would be… more… natural?
There, she found what she was looking for. Herbs, tracks of a long necked flightless bird and bush full of fresh big leaves. She needed them to re-do her bed, bird for dinner, and herbs the elders requested.
Liseltte crouched down to begin the hunt for the bird, while keeping other locations in her mind.
The feeling that was eating her up inside grew to a thought: is there even a point to any of this, to live, to fulfil orders, only talking when necessary and surviving?'
The thought grew. Liseltte hoped that today would be the day she would encounter a wild swamp hydra.
Maybe it would get a nice meal out of her.