09-02-2016, 06:11 PM
Everything seems so unknown. A land which once was as intimate as Eight’s own soul, now feels like a foreign body. A stranger brushed against in the coffee shop, no longer a woman whom he curls around naked. Beqanna, the only place he had known, the mother he had never had, was now a thing he never knew before. But this new Beqanna was something no one knew. There was a restlessness, an insecurity that cloaked them all - what were they to do now? Now that their homes were churned into marred lands, their bodies besot back to something ‘normal', their people scattered across the land- now what?
Now, was to rebuild. Now it was to find where they fit in to all of this, where to call ‘home’. Could their homes truly be gone forever ? The cool stretch of the Tundra, the waving sands of the Desert, and his sweet mistress of valleys and pines.
It is not long until you find him in the Meadow, the only familiar place that seems to still exist. It seems the denizens of Beqanna had finally crossed down the mountain - confused and lost souls acclimating to the wrath of the fairy. Eight had been one of the first few down, and had returned to the Mountain for Topsail. It had not been the most heart warming reunion- as he carried the devastating news that down here, in the real world of Beqanna, she was in a prison of silence.
At the sight of you, relief washes over Eight. A familiar face, an ally, seems pertinent in this time. Yes, Eight had found Topsail and others of the Valley, but the Valley was not the only land dashed to ruins, and it was a relief to know that prior acquaintances were still around and well. Once, you had fought side by side, and now the unknown awaits- another thing to fight together.
He nods in greeting, a brief smirk of a grimace crossing his face on your first intonation. “Barren as a bitch. But well enough. “ The nakedness of it all was startling, but it could always be worse. ”Of course, Offspring. We have proven well enough in the past, and it seems that now more than ever is a time to stay close. “ He throws his head slightly towards the inner parts of the Meadow where familiar faces waited. ” Shall we start?” The unknown awaits them.
Now, was to rebuild. Now it was to find where they fit in to all of this, where to call ‘home’. Could their homes truly be gone forever ? The cool stretch of the Tundra, the waving sands of the Desert, and his sweet mistress of valleys and pines.
It is not long until you find him in the Meadow, the only familiar place that seems to still exist. It seems the denizens of Beqanna had finally crossed down the mountain - confused and lost souls acclimating to the wrath of the fairy. Eight had been one of the first few down, and had returned to the Mountain for Topsail. It had not been the most heart warming reunion- as he carried the devastating news that down here, in the real world of Beqanna, she was in a prison of silence.
At the sight of you, relief washes over Eight. A familiar face, an ally, seems pertinent in this time. Yes, Eight had found Topsail and others of the Valley, but the Valley was not the only land dashed to ruins, and it was a relief to know that prior acquaintances were still around and well. Once, you had fought side by side, and now the unknown awaits- another thing to fight together.
He nods in greeting, a brief smirk of a grimace crossing his face on your first intonation. “Barren as a bitch. But well enough. “ The nakedness of it all was startling, but it could always be worse. ”Of course, Offspring. We have proven well enough in the past, and it seems that now more than ever is a time to stay close. “ He throws his head slightly towards the inner parts of the Meadow where familiar faces waited. ” Shall we start?” The unknown awaits them.