Re: The Battle Majestic (Round 2 - Firestar)
02-24-2010, 07:23 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
The world was dying around Sen, and then, he was dead. The shattering of his assumed-perpetual link to the World Tree left him bereft and dazed in the transit dark. The Tender had no comprehension of what just happened, nor pre-programmed plan to deal with such an event. Sen had no time to panic before he stood upon a sandy shore, too embroiled in disorientation to notice S referring to him.
The restraints vanished, and Sen stumbled about in an wide-fingered stagger as he scrabbled about in a desperate search for any sign of Tree in the pale, glittering sand.
Nothing. Just the rhythmical cadence of waves upon the beach, over which Sen could not hear the growl off to his side, by his feet. He certainly felt the prickle of obsidian about his fingertips, though, and glanced around, then down. Everyone else, including Wolf, had possessed the good sense to get away from Vexmagog; either running further up or down the beach, or alternatively beating a retreat into the jungle.
Sen, however, had no experience with Magog's corruption. The Tender merely stepped in an almost comically fastidious manner away from a writhing hand, and queried:
Trrrch-tchlick-click-chrurk-chrrerp, followed by an off-kilter groan as Sen tilted his head curiously to the side.
The world was dying around Sen, and then, he was dead. The shattering of his assumed-perpetual link to the World Tree left him bereft and dazed in the transit dark. The Tender had no comprehension of what just happened, nor pre-programmed plan to deal with such an event. Sen had no time to panic before he stood upon a sandy shore, too embroiled in disorientation to notice S referring to him.
The restraints vanished, and Sen stumbled about in an wide-fingered stagger as he scrabbled about in a desperate search for any sign of Tree in the pale, glittering sand.
Nothing. Just the rhythmical cadence of waves upon the beach, over which Sen could not hear the growl off to his side, by his feet. He certainly felt the prickle of obsidian about his fingertips, though, and glanced around, then down. Everyone else, including Wolf, had possessed the good sense to get away from Vexmagog; either running further up or down the beach, or alternatively beating a retreat into the jungle.
Sen, however, had no experience with Magog's corruption. The Tender merely stepped in an almost comically fastidious manner away from a writhing hand, and queried:
Trrrch-tchlick-click-chrurk-chrrerp, followed by an off-kilter groan as Sen tilted his head curiously to the side.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow