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Death, it seemed, was mostly painless when executed properly. Fennec had properly ended Shikiria’s life, her eyes a void on the unmade ground, that slowly lurched to consume one another. She was only conscious long enough to discover her torso, properly severed from her head. Or vice versa. Her eyes watered with immediate regret. Pain filled sorrow filled her thoughts before the end. She’d never been able to tell Izaneus how she’d truly felt.
She’d never been able to truly protect him as he had her those years ago. As those regrets filled her mind, she found what little energy that still remained within her disembodied head, leave, and darkness overtook her.
That was the only thing that kept her company, the void, endless darkness, endless expanse of pure nothing. Simple minded thought processes were all that she had the strength to muster. “Pain… Sadness… Regret..”
“Another soul, entered not of its own accord. It seems far too frequent these days..”
Though she couldn’t see in the endless black, she felt a solemn embrace of something gigantic envelop her. Suddenly she felt like she had the strength to speak once more. “Speak, Child. Tell me of your suffering.” Though it’s voice sounded misty and unreal, Shikiria couldn’t help but feel compelled to speak, yet she didn’t need to. Despite it’s command, she felt her mind, what there was, drift to the beginning of her life.
That fateful night, those arrows drawing closer and closer to her head. The visage of the patriarch of house Phortea cutting them down like the heathens they were. Izaneus, young as he was, joining in where he could, and healing her wounds. As those images passed by, a resounding hum of contemplation came from the entity that held her soul so warmly.
Then came a few years later, Izaneus teaching what he could of the ins and out’s of magic and spellcraft, and Shikiria, almost unwilling to try to learn. Stubborn frustration grew painfully as Izaneus continued his long winded explanations, perspectives, introspection and meditations. The study of runes and their meanings. Meaningless to her. Not for lack of trying. She just wasn’t as talented as he. Who could sense so profoundly the differences in magicks new, old, corrupted, purified.
It didn’t matter what it was, Izaneus could aptly sense the powers all around him, unlike Shikiria, who was born clueless to it’s wonders, jealous anger welled powerfully within her, partially the reason she told him to abandon his home.
Another hum of thought echoed outward from the being that held her soul so tightly. What she could only describe as eyes peering downward at her, evaluating her. Evaluating her life. Shikiria couldn’t understand why, or for what purpose, but leer at her it did.
She felt herself be dragged back to the recent past, standing straight in front of the Phortean Matriarch, Being issued to find Izaneus, and swiftly return him. For good or for worse. She remembered the smugness she found in herself when thinking that day. That ever so powerful thought of “ Now, we can finally be free..” which lasted all too short, as the trek took her to that desolate port town, which stunk of the sea. She met the street rat there. A familiar kinship, and understanding between them born of pain and loss.
“Curious…” the being spoke, interrupting her trance within the ethereal memories. Before being returned to that town. The flaming building, the pained cry of Tatio as he realized how much he’d just lost. The taunting of that greedy sniveling drunkard of a guard, before Tatio lodged his knife deep within his throat.
The pain they were both in by the end of it all. Resonated deeply with her. She felt as though she needed to cry out in pain, to let him know it wasn’t her choice that she left him behind..
Or was it?
As the images in her mind shifted, she was now in Dante’s abyss, her eyes flickering to and fro the treeline that moved and shuffled with the wind, the death of that poor baby bird, that troubled her so. And Finally, Fennec, severing head from body, Shikiria’s tired form unable to form a defense.
The thoughts that plagued her after, regret, despair, fear. Before the darkness overtook her once more, rendering her unable to mutter the most basic words. Yet, here she was, cradled softly by an entity she couldn’t see, a solace that had no right to be hers, and. Dead.
A final resolute hum of energy reverberated across the voidless expanse where she now called home, shaking her soul to the core, or, it would, if it had a core. And weren’t one itself.
“Dearest child, you’ve known much despair, and jealousy, why do you seek the center of those emotions? For it is my pet who will lead to the suffering of many, and it is he the very same who would take my will unto himself…” The voices sounded as one, revealing a myriad of truths to the one being who at that moment could understand none of it.
“Ah, but the ramblings of the future mean none to a being of the present, especially to one as reduced as you..”
It was true, in her current form Shikiria couldn't make heads or tails of what was happening, that’s not to say she didn’t have thoughts, but that she couldn’t articulate them well, or perform complex processes, such as what he was stating.
After moments of silence, and that alluring relaxation of the presence of this entity, it spoke once more.
“I do apologize, but what I do next must be done, Tis not the time for idle solace, or brief respite, therefore I take your form as my own, and relinquish you of your soul.”
Despite these harsh thoughts, and the immense weight now placed upon her, the tranquility provided made Shikiria’s soul not act, simply allowing herself to be absorbed into this.. Being.
Yet, somehow, through some measure of luck or defiance, when the majority of her essence found itself drained, her soul squirmed powerfully against this beast. Scrambling for something, anything, with a brief realization that she needed to survive, The darkness suddenly became suffocating, undulating with a sickening rhythm that quickened as the smallest fragment of her being escaped.
In the distance she could briefly sense what could only be an exit farther ahead, it was… transparent, like a window, yet also incredibly opaque in some strange way. As she grew nearer, and nearer, she could sense something else… but couldn’t describe what, and didn’t believe she had the time to in any case.
Exiting the darkness to be met with a profound bit of light, Shikiria’s eyes struggled as she heard a faint voice.
“ Well, isn’t this interesting?”
She’d never been able to truly protect him as he had her those years ago. As those regrets filled her mind, she found what little energy that still remained within her disembodied head, leave, and darkness overtook her.
That was the only thing that kept her company, the void, endless darkness, endless expanse of pure nothing. Simple minded thought processes were all that she had the strength to muster. “Pain… Sadness… Regret..”
“Another soul, entered not of its own accord. It seems far too frequent these days..”
Though she couldn’t see in the endless black, she felt a solemn embrace of something gigantic envelop her. Suddenly she felt like she had the strength to speak once more. “Speak, Child. Tell me of your suffering.” Though it’s voice sounded misty and unreal, Shikiria couldn’t help but feel compelled to speak, yet she didn’t need to. Despite it’s command, she felt her mind, what there was, drift to the beginning of her life.
That fateful night, those arrows drawing closer and closer to her head. The visage of the patriarch of house Phortea cutting them down like the heathens they were. Izaneus, young as he was, joining in where he could, and healing her wounds. As those images passed by, a resounding hum of contemplation came from the entity that held her soul so warmly.
Then came a few years later, Izaneus teaching what he could of the ins and out’s of magic and spellcraft, and Shikiria, almost unwilling to try to learn. Stubborn frustration grew painfully as Izaneus continued his long winded explanations, perspectives, introspection and meditations. The study of runes and their meanings. Meaningless to her. Not for lack of trying. She just wasn’t as talented as he. Who could sense so profoundly the differences in magicks new, old, corrupted, purified.
It didn’t matter what it was, Izaneus could aptly sense the powers all around him, unlike Shikiria, who was born clueless to it’s wonders, jealous anger welled powerfully within her, partially the reason she told him to abandon his home.
Another hum of thought echoed outward from the being that held her soul so tightly. What she could only describe as eyes peering downward at her, evaluating her. Evaluating her life. Shikiria couldn’t understand why, or for what purpose, but leer at her it did.
She felt herself be dragged back to the recent past, standing straight in front of the Phortean Matriarch, Being issued to find Izaneus, and swiftly return him. For good or for worse. She remembered the smugness she found in herself when thinking that day. That ever so powerful thought of “ Now, we can finally be free..” which lasted all too short, as the trek took her to that desolate port town, which stunk of the sea. She met the street rat there. A familiar kinship, and understanding between them born of pain and loss.
“Curious…” the being spoke, interrupting her trance within the ethereal memories. Before being returned to that town. The flaming building, the pained cry of Tatio as he realized how much he’d just lost. The taunting of that greedy sniveling drunkard of a guard, before Tatio lodged his knife deep within his throat.
The pain they were both in by the end of it all. Resonated deeply with her. She felt as though she needed to cry out in pain, to let him know it wasn’t her choice that she left him behind..
Or was it?
As the images in her mind shifted, she was now in Dante’s abyss, her eyes flickering to and fro the treeline that moved and shuffled with the wind, the death of that poor baby bird, that troubled her so. And Finally, Fennec, severing head from body, Shikiria’s tired form unable to form a defense.
The thoughts that plagued her after, regret, despair, fear. Before the darkness overtook her once more, rendering her unable to mutter the most basic words. Yet, here she was, cradled softly by an entity she couldn’t see, a solace that had no right to be hers, and. Dead.
A final resolute hum of energy reverberated across the voidless expanse where she now called home, shaking her soul to the core, or, it would, if it had a core. And weren’t one itself.
“Dearest child, you’ve known much despair, and jealousy, why do you seek the center of those emotions? For it is my pet who will lead to the suffering of many, and it is he the very same who would take my will unto himself…” The voices sounded as one, revealing a myriad of truths to the one being who at that moment could understand none of it.
“Ah, but the ramblings of the future mean none to a being of the present, especially to one as reduced as you..”
It was true, in her current form Shikiria couldn't make heads or tails of what was happening, that’s not to say she didn’t have thoughts, but that she couldn’t articulate them well, or perform complex processes, such as what he was stating.
After moments of silence, and that alluring relaxation of the presence of this entity, it spoke once more.
“I do apologize, but what I do next must be done, Tis not the time for idle solace, or brief respite, therefore I take your form as my own, and relinquish you of your soul.”
Despite these harsh thoughts, and the immense weight now placed upon her, the tranquility provided made Shikiria’s soul not act, simply allowing herself to be absorbed into this.. Being.
Yet, somehow, through some measure of luck or defiance, when the majority of her essence found itself drained, her soul squirmed powerfully against this beast. Scrambling for something, anything, with a brief realization that she needed to survive, The darkness suddenly became suffocating, undulating with a sickening rhythm that quickened as the smallest fragment of her being escaped.
In the distance she could briefly sense what could only be an exit farther ahead, it was… transparent, like a window, yet also incredibly opaque in some strange way. As she grew nearer, and nearer, she could sense something else… but couldn’t describe what, and didn’t believe she had the time to in any case.
Exiting the darkness to be met with a profound bit of light, Shikiria’s eyes struggled as she heard a faint voice.
“ Well, isn’t this interesting?”
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