Private Role-Play Earth Breather - High Heels in Low Places

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  1. Ihren

    Ihren New Member

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    The warmth of the floor awakens you with sudden heat. Fluttering your eyes, the dark visage refuses to change. Complete darkness.

    A silky hissing slinks in and out of hearing in the distance. Your ears ring as they strain to follow the sound. The coarse grain of rough stone presses against your back and through the weight of your body you feel a determined, heaving vibration.

    Blindly, you check yourself. The air is thick and wet between your fingers as you check your extremities. Though covered in crumbling grit through and through, you are physically intact. You feel familiar fabric and assume your clothing is your own. All tools and weapons are nowhere to be found although their locations are rife with fine, soft sand.

    While your hands were busily fidgeting, your mind was working through the ringing. Your shuffling and scraping echoed only slightly: wherever you are, the area is decently sized and enclosed in hard stone. The hissing skulks slowly from left to right ahead of you.

    Uneasiness grips your body as your eyes strain into the spectral abyss again. Shimmers shine in your vision with the futile effort and the hissing slowly circles clockwise around you.

    You don't remember how you arrived here. You remember the last night and nothing out of the ordinary comes to mind. There were no strange figures, no crow on the fence or distasteful delicacies eaten. You expected no visitors and planned no visit.

    The hissing voice of the visitor stops before you at an uncomfortablyshortdistance. Foggy breath rolls across your face with the scent of wet clay, "I ssee you are sseeing... Welcome, Air-Breather."

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  2. Fraeyalise

    Fraeyalise Occult Obsessed Hopeless Romantic

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    Was she still asleep? Rùna held a hand out in front of her, and saw... nothing. Not even after a few minutes. Her dreams were vivid, not dark. And she was pretty sure dreams didn't hurt this much. Rùna felt like she had bruises all over her body. She sat up straighter in the darkness, and was unpleasantly surprised to feel gross, gritty sand covering, well, everything. A slithering noise made her stop feeling for her belt and freeze. Oh, she hated the dark. All these unknown noises and creepy things! It didn't help that this was definitely not her bedroom, or anywhere she'd ever been before. As the realization slowly creeped over her that she didn't, in fact, know where she was and she hadn't, in fact, any idea how to get out, Rùna started to shake. Even though the room (was it a room? It seemed like a room. Room it would be until proven otherwise) was relatively warm, she felt cold.

    Breathe in, breathe out. In... out. It'll be okay. In a few minutes, my eyes will adjust and-

    The slithering came close. WAY too close. Rùna instinctively leaned away from whatever it was, and tried to stay still. However, she leaned over too far, too fast and promptly fell over the other way. "Oof!" The thing, whatever it was, slithered still closer, even though Rùna hadn't had the chance to push herself back into a sitting position.

    "I ssee you are sseeing... Welcome, Air-Breather."

    Ugh! The thing was so close and its breath reminded her of something... not quite foul, but still pretty bad. Sitting up again, Rùna waved a hand in front of her face and said, "Uhm... can you back up or something? I might be seeing, but I'm having a pretty difficult time of it. What is this place? Where am I? Can I have a bath?"

    Whatever this thing was, it was freaking her out. But first, it needed to get out of her personal space. Then, she could focus on panicking and screaming and all that.
     
  3. Ihren

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    The being's eyes faded out as it retreated some distance from the freshly planted goat.

    "Ssome quesstionss of reasson... otherss of confussion... Thesse will not help either of uss.."
    The notes of finality that are secreted alongside the words were discomforting. A moment of mutual contemplation passed.

    "Perhapss..." the voice started. "Perhapss thiss... iss intentional after all?"

    Hesitant understanding echos briefly in the space. With a sigh, it begins.
    "The world.. iss failing. Sshhee... Has grown weary of our exploitssss.... Our exploitation. Our lusssst... Sshhee iss ready to sstart again."
    Without a moment to absorb the statement, more.
    "I do not wisshh to sstart over. I do not wisshh to lose this."

    The room ignites in voltaic glow that blinds unprepared eyes then fades to star field. You easily recognize The Precipice. The Whirl. The Hanging. Constellations of your childhood's western sky.
    "You are in the bowelss.. of exsisstensse. Even your ears can hear her fading breath. And when sshhee sstopss... We sstop."
    In overwhelming detail, the stars begin to wink out.
    "When we sstop..."
    The star field accelerates to blackness.
    "... it wass all for.. nothing. All of thiss... We had from her flesshh at her requesst... and now sshhee tiress... We do not tire. We sserve."

    The being is again immediately in your face, even moreso than before as you listen to it's mouth move in intimate detail.

    "I will not be unmade, being."

    Anger. Mistrust. Confusion.
    Fear.

    You recognize the overwhelming realization of mortality in it's voice.
     
  4. Fraeyalise

    Fraeyalise Occult Obsessed Hopeless Romantic

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    Somehow, the being lit up the cavern. No matter how many times Rùna had gazed at the night sky, it still left her breathless. This time was no exception; after her eyes adjusted from the initial flash of light, she stared in awe at this night sky. Rùna even almost forgot about the being. That is, until the stars she knew so well started to blink out, faster and faster. Wait, what was it saying? The implications of this... thing's... words scared her much, much more than the general unknown-ness of the situation.

    Her mind, although not entirely human, was still humanoid. At her most basic level, she still fought for survival like any other mammal. And it was this same, basic instinct that told her she should be absolutely terrified right now in the face of this Ultimate Truth. However, Rùna's consciousness was still having trouble wrapping itself around the idea of the 'end of the world.' Instead, it tried to focus on the being, and more tangible things, like figuring out where she was and how to get back. Rùna needed a plan of action, and, again, she'd put off screaming and panicking until she had a plan and possibly some answers, as long as they were relatively harmless. Not those end-of-the-world kind of answers.

    It was still dark, and she still couldn't see the being very well. She could hear it, though, and spoke towards where she thought it was. Her voice was shaking slightly, and it was obvious from her tone that she was trying to be nonchalant and failing miserably.

    "What can we do?" she asked, a touch hopelessly. What was she even able to do? She was just a fledgling witch, only dealing with the smallest of village problems for the past few years. She wasn't a fighter, or even a talented healer. She was no Master of the Arts or Seer. More hopelessness washed over her, but not out of self-pity. Rùna was able to help the people around her, and that was enough for her. No, this hopelessness came from being faced with something much, much bigger than her; something that didn't care if she blinked out of existence that very moment, something that had been before she was and (she thought) would keep going long after she was dead and her remains rotted away.

    Why me? she thought, why am I here?

    The being was scared, too. Rùna felt a pang of pity for it, whatever it was. It was seeking help, just like everyone (everything?) else who had come to her. She had a sudden impulse to reach out and hug it, but Rùna knew better than that. It wasn't a good idea to hug things you didn't know much about. So, the simple solution would be to find out more about it.

    "What's your name?" she asked with a small smile (did it know what smiles meant?), "You can call me Rùna."