09-03-2016, 02:25 PM
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Sleep had been very peaceful until he had been woken up, but that’s always the case. The very earth rumbles, grumbles, deep beneath the sleeping layer of snow and the deepest roots, and he is awake almost instantly. He watches his dear wife sleep beside him, peacefully, looks over her round stomach, looks towards their three sleeping children. He does not wake them, not wanting to worry them, although the earth is churning now, and then he no longer exists.
Or, at least, it feels that way. He can move, but he feels and sees no movement. He can think but the silence and lack of stimulus to his brain is deafening. When he can think, he worries of his family, his home, his peers.
And, as quickly as that, he exists once more. He blinks, looks around. It’s an unfamiliar land, definitely not the Tundra, and definitely not with his family. For a moment, he just lays and lets his senses come back to him slowly, one by one, until the scent of a thousand different horses mingles together, and then he is overwhelmed, takes a deep breath, and concentrates. He smells Beqanna. He is in Beqanna, still, then, but not the Tundra. He notes the masses of equally confused looking horses mope around, and guesses that this has happened to them, too, being put here. Perhaps.
He feels very, very tired. Tired, cold, and old. He feels like he is gasping, or wheezing. He feels different. His magical abilities are gone, he is sure of it, and either there is a trait negator about or a magician or – the fairies were angry again. But why here? Why now? Were they planning an all out battle royale? Is that what they liked to do? <i>”I need my immortality back,”</i> he wheezes into the air, and he feels himself begin to reinvigorate. Air stops becoming hard to breathe. And with that immediate worry over, he goes back to looking for his loved ones.
He could not see his family anywhere. He walked this way and that, searching for them, but he couldn’t see them anywhere. Panic rose in his chest. Were they still in the Tundra, while he had been dragged here? He hoped so. Although there didn’t seem to be any sign of danger, he worries that they be worrying for him. Worries that they will come across someone not so kind. He needs to be there to protect them. They need him, but more importantly, he needs them.
He approaches the nearest horse to him, who looks like he is struggling somewhat, but aren’t they all? Isn’t that the name of the game?
<i>”You arrived here suddenly too?”</i> he asks, glancing over the face which looked ever so slightly familiar, although he couldn’t quite place it.
</div><div class="skyispretty">fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem</div></div></div></center>
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Or, at least, it feels that way. He can move, but he feels and sees no movement. He can think but the silence and lack of stimulus to his brain is deafening. When he can think, he worries of his family, his home, his peers.
And, as quickly as that, he exists once more. He blinks, looks around. It’s an unfamiliar land, definitely not the Tundra, and definitely not with his family. For a moment, he just lays and lets his senses come back to him slowly, one by one, until the scent of a thousand different horses mingles together, and then he is overwhelmed, takes a deep breath, and concentrates. He smells Beqanna. He is in Beqanna, still, then, but not the Tundra. He notes the masses of equally confused looking horses mope around, and guesses that this has happened to them, too, being put here. Perhaps.
He feels very, very tired. Tired, cold, and old. He feels like he is gasping, or wheezing. He feels different. His magical abilities are gone, he is sure of it, and either there is a trait negator about or a magician or – the fairies were angry again. But why here? Why now? Were they planning an all out battle royale? Is that what they liked to do? <i>”I need my immortality back,”</i> he wheezes into the air, and he feels himself begin to reinvigorate. Air stops becoming hard to breathe. And with that immediate worry over, he goes back to looking for his loved ones.
He could not see his family anywhere. He walked this way and that, searching for them, but he couldn’t see them anywhere. Panic rose in his chest. Were they still in the Tundra, while he had been dragged here? He hoped so. Although there didn’t seem to be any sign of danger, he worries that they be worrying for him. Worries that they will come across someone not so kind. He needs to be there to protect them. They need him, but more importantly, he needs them.
He approaches the nearest horse to him, who looks like he is struggling somewhat, but aren’t they all? Isn’t that the name of the game?
<i>”You arrived here suddenly too?”</i> he asks, glancing over the face which looked ever so slightly familiar, although he couldn’t quite place it.
</div><div class="skyispretty">fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem</div></div></div></center>