01-01-2020, 05:55 PM
<center><div style="width:400px; padding:30px;font-family:times;font-size:12px;line-height:14px;background:#FFFFFF;color:#000000;text-align:justify"><center><i> “She set fire to all the things that held her back,
and from the ashes she stepped into who she always was.”</center></I>
She is not asleep when the strange sensation settles over her.
Aislyn rarely slept it seemed like, but in the night it was especially difficult. There had always been something exciting in seeing what stirred in the dark, in observing those that only came out when the world was cloaked in shadow. The dark had a way of revealing far more than the light ever did, and the girl with the insatiable curiosity and thirst for adventure had been quick to notice this.
But it’s why the feeling is especially peculiar, when the ache slams into the marrow of her bones, when she sucks in a sharp breath at what felt like a blow to her shoulder. She stops in the middle of the vale she had been moving through, confused but intrigued all at once. She stands, entirely still save for the way the night breeze lifts at her black mane, and the slow blink of her vibrantly pink eyes as she searches for a seemingly invisible foe.
It comes again, then, stinging across her skin, and this time anger flushes hot and red beneath her skin, her ears buried in the tangles of her mane. She spins, ready to face whatever it was that had attacked her, jaw clenched and muscles coiled taut. But the meadowlands disappear, and instead it is the war-torn plains that lay spread out before her. There is still the metallic tang of blood in the air, and she can feel the way adrenaline begins to spike in her veins. Aislyn was young, and while she could not be considered a seasoned warrior, she was not entirely stupid. She recognized a battlefield when she saw one, and while she didn’t understand why she was brought her, she at least had an inkling of what was about to take place.
This would not be the stone castles and glimmering city of Atlantis like her last adventure, and instead of recoiling in fear, there was only an eagerness blooming in her chest.
She turns again, and this time she sees the large stone pillars.
She is sure that someday her brashness would get her into trouble, but today she is still young and brazen, and so she does not stop to consider what these stones could be. The idea of <i>danger</i> does not cross her mind, and she steps to the black one first, the one decorated with horns. She tilts her head, regarding it curiously, before brushing her muzzle against the surface of it, feeling the thin lines of the engravings.
Before she can investigate the second one there is a blinding white pain the explodes behind her eyes, and she cries out as she stumbles away from the structure. Skin and bone break as elk antlers erupt from her skull, with large tines and a sudden heaviness that makes her head feel too weighted to hold upright.
She stands, panting and trembling with blood trickling down the side of her face, before looking back at the pillar with a newfound suspicion. Hesitantly, she lifts her head, the pain still throbbing but the weight no longer as awkward. She looks again out to the expanse of the plains, and for the first time a nervous anticipation floods her veins.
<div align=right><font color=B6385F><b>aislyn.</b></font></div></center>
Aislyn has no land affiliation right now.
and from the ashes she stepped into who she always was.”</center></I>
She is not asleep when the strange sensation settles over her.
Aislyn rarely slept it seemed like, but in the night it was especially difficult. There had always been something exciting in seeing what stirred in the dark, in observing those that only came out when the world was cloaked in shadow. The dark had a way of revealing far more than the light ever did, and the girl with the insatiable curiosity and thirst for adventure had been quick to notice this.
But it’s why the feeling is especially peculiar, when the ache slams into the marrow of her bones, when she sucks in a sharp breath at what felt like a blow to her shoulder. She stops in the middle of the vale she had been moving through, confused but intrigued all at once. She stands, entirely still save for the way the night breeze lifts at her black mane, and the slow blink of her vibrantly pink eyes as she searches for a seemingly invisible foe.
It comes again, then, stinging across her skin, and this time anger flushes hot and red beneath her skin, her ears buried in the tangles of her mane. She spins, ready to face whatever it was that had attacked her, jaw clenched and muscles coiled taut. But the meadowlands disappear, and instead it is the war-torn plains that lay spread out before her. There is still the metallic tang of blood in the air, and she can feel the way adrenaline begins to spike in her veins. Aislyn was young, and while she could not be considered a seasoned warrior, she was not entirely stupid. She recognized a battlefield when she saw one, and while she didn’t understand why she was brought her, she at least had an inkling of what was about to take place.
This would not be the stone castles and glimmering city of Atlantis like her last adventure, and instead of recoiling in fear, there was only an eagerness blooming in her chest.
She turns again, and this time she sees the large stone pillars.
She is sure that someday her brashness would get her into trouble, but today she is still young and brazen, and so she does not stop to consider what these stones could be. The idea of <i>danger</i> does not cross her mind, and she steps to the black one first, the one decorated with horns. She tilts her head, regarding it curiously, before brushing her muzzle against the surface of it, feeling the thin lines of the engravings.
Before she can investigate the second one there is a blinding white pain the explodes behind her eyes, and she cries out as she stumbles away from the structure. Skin and bone break as elk antlers erupt from her skull, with large tines and a sudden heaviness that makes her head feel too weighted to hold upright.
She stands, panting and trembling with blood trickling down the side of her face, before looking back at the pillar with a newfound suspicion. Hesitantly, she lifts her head, the pain still throbbing but the weight no longer as awkward. She looks again out to the expanse of the plains, and for the first time a nervous anticipation floods her veins.
<div align=right><font color=B6385F><b>aislyn.</b></font></div></center>
Aislyn has no land affiliation right now.