Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2018 19:21:32 GMT -7
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Sunlight beamed across topography, shinning against the foliage casting everything in brilliant shades of emerald and jade. The oxygen was thick, stagnant here as the world seemed to settle into an almost trans like state. Everything seemed to slow, like the world itself was holding its breath in pause. The thick, rainforest foliage seemed to reach inwards, like it was trying to grasp at the living being as it shouldered a path through the foliage. Charcoal colored plates pressed into the soft earth, leaving a perfect half circle imprint before the dagger was replaced, his mark forever marring the landscape. Thick, course layers of raven toned trendles were snagged here and there in the dense foliage, tugging against the base of his thick nape, yanking against the pole that carried his locks. His mind ignored the small nuisances, forcing them from his mind as his emerald pools glimmered beneath thick, onyx lashes. Nasal passages flared, drawing in the stale oxygen around him, the thick ripeness of what would remind him of summer. Where the fuck was he? This place, this land, it was somewhere he had never been, never seen, even since comping to Wild Equines. The foliage was deep emerald color, the oxygen was hot and humid, hanging low around him. Though the oxygen was stale, there was still the smell of rain heavy amongst the foliage, like it was just minutes from raining.
Confusion danced upon the grey matter of the baritones cranial piece, as he pushed forward, seventeen point two hand mass pushed through the foliage with little effort, the sunlight sprinkling off his sapphire roan hide, marred only by the coloring of ivory stripes that rippled across his flesh. There was something here, a force that drew him forward, pulling him deeper and deeper into the depths. Madness seeped into the very flesh of his frame, corded muscle rippled beneath that hide, quivering with anticipation of being set free, allowed to exert itself through what ever means necessary. Farther and farther the brute traveled, finding himself growing closer and closer to the source, like a silent melody pulling against the strings of his mind. Here, the air was growing heavier, visibility began to shrink as the mist clung each way, like he had walked straight into a cloud. The foliage seemed to part, becoming less and less tangled around him. He could sense the clearing before him, could feel the openness, and that he was not alone. Triangular shaped harks flattened themselves into the pieces form, melting into the wild, snake like locks that hung from the junction of his nape and cranial piece. Whites of his eyes rolled outwards, emerald pools glinting as the madness was like a dancing green flame upon them.
There was a perfume upon the oxygen, and one that made his heart ratchet itself into the base of his jowls, his breathe hitching within his ribcage. The mist slowly began to part, and there before him, stood her. Her golden flesh was unmarred, her soft brown eyes, those doe eyes, gleamed up at him with life, with the love that she had always shown him. Brone screamed within the brutes mind, slamming against the base of his skull in guilt, in agony, but Lazorath kept firm control against the madness, not allowing his senses to take control. Around her tiara lay a golden crown, brilliant jaded jewels glimmered within the depths of that band, seeming to draw the lights attention to them as her cranial moved. She was still the same, not even aged a day, all those years ago when they had been nothing more than babes. "Hello Brone, my sweet..." Her tones were light, fluid across the oxygen between them, striking into the place that they were meant to strike. It was only a heartbeat for those words to sink in, and a heartbeat for the hatred to spread through his veins, the madness dancing across the wickedness of his mind. "You are dead! You died! You're good heart and nature. You were to soft! I wanted to be soft like you...." His words were spat with such ferocity that he swore a tremble escaped from the lands around him, her felt the very anger, very hatred that consumed him eating at his soul as his tones died, question and yet not.
The golden filla did not flinch, but rather cocked her tiara slightly to the side, those large russet pools glimmering towards him following his every movement. It was then that the tiara across her dial began to shift, began to move, and he realized suddenly that it was that of a snake, curling from the depths of the tiara band that hung across her tiara. It slithered loose form her cranial piece, slithering down from her cranial piece and down her long, elegant neck. Its emerald spotted body had blended perfectly with the tiara that she carried upon her cranial piece. It curled at the base of her tail bone, locking its jaded gaze upon him, its coloring so similar to his own. A chuckle escaped from the damsel, as she shook her cranial piece, taking a step towards him. Anger shuddered through his bodice, his cords locking into place and strained, causing an ache to form through his shoulder blades, his hips. She had been everything he had wanted, the only one to believe in him. She had died, and he... he had to live with it, the madness that consumed him. He hated her for it, hated that she had been in the way when the slaughter had occurred. She could have moved on, could have made a life for herself, there had been no madness in her. And yet here they were, she was not here, and he was.
She took another step forward, as another voice entered his auditory system, causing him to flinch physically. Every part of his body screamed to kill her, to lash out at the figure growing closer and closer, and he realized the voice that spoke came from that of the snake. "Do it..... Kill the poser who is not real. Kill her for the innocence you will never be granted.." The voice slithered into his mind, coiling itself into the inked madness that brushed against his mindset, drawing forth the madness. Brone screamed in his mind, begging and pleading not to do it, that she was here, she was okay, it had been a nightmare. The anger however, was stronger, the powerful envy that rippled through his frame. One fatal step, the young, doe eyed creature stepped froward. Adrenaline rippled through his system, as rage took effect in his blood. His entire bulk launched forward, charcoal daggers raised and lashed out, raven toned chasms peeled back revealing the stained row of ivory enamels, lashing out at the golden figure, feeling his bodice connect with flesh and blood, the familiar metallic tang filling his open chasm. In a blink she was gone, and the world was falling, no, he was falling. The world of emerald slipped away, and the beast was cast into the darkness of ink stained world, nothing around him.
His body jerked with a start, his breathing ragged as jaded pools glimmered beneath darkened lashes, frantically scanning the landscape around him. He was in the free lands, padded down beneath the trees that grew in the Kunipar Valley. His frame was darkened and slicked from sweat that coated his frame. The images were still fresh, still vivid in his mind, the madness swirling around his cranial piece as he shook his fiercely. His heart ratcheted in his rib-cage. Brone slowly crept forward, drawing the madness away from him, pushing it into the corner of his mind. Sorrow raked against his body, filling him to the very brim, until he laid that massive cranial piece against his bent forelimbs, and let the salty tears fall from closed emerald eyes.
status - complete
words - 1,323 (500 POINTS)
muse - great!
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notes - <3 Items used:
- Green Elements & Rainforest Landscape (REQUIRED)
- A Beautiful Creature that causes envy on sight (REQUIRED)
- A heavy Mist / pungent mist (800 POINTS)
- Green jewels located within (800 POINTS)
- Encountering a Snake that gives advice (900 POINTS)
- A friendly Face (someone he knows that is dead, but it is not a ghost it is a demon toying with him) (700 POINTS)