The Retarded Dove
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- Posted: Sun, 25 May 2014 05:52:14 +0000
"What? You've never seen a ghost embody human flesh before?"
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"Salvage? Haha, you can have anything but the teeth. I need those for tracking purposes."
"Sweet," she said putting her hands on the helm slowly. For a moment she felt like fortune reader, except her item was the helm instead of a crystal ball. Taking a deeper look at the helm and attempting to wiggle the prongs, she had noticed the emblem. This is a.. She felt like she had come across the same helm before, but nothing came to mind. She looked at the bloody elf for a second, back at the helm, and then closed her eyes. Nothing came to her, but the sharp teeth of the creature, which she carefully picked out and placed one by one on the table. After wiggling the front shortened bowed prongs, she managed to bust it apart with a quick strike from her elbow. A quick sharp whisper swirled around her head for a second; it was like a murmur that made the ends of her hair stand up. She clearly knew the meaning of it as a spirit herself, and crouched down at the helm's level. She knew it wasn't the owner speaking itself, but the afterlife of the owner. With its tone full of slurs and hate, she fluttered her hand before her face and then eyed the helm and whispered, "You lost your chance to do your job, so pass down what you have to those who need it." It was something the old hag taught her when evil spirits had passed. The old witch told her that if the spirit was true, then it would accept the truth and give up. Perhaps not give up entirely due to being an evil spirit, but pass on to a fellow servant. Although she knew that she was not a servant of evil in that sense no longer, she always kept some states in mind to wedge her way through some issues. In a second the whispers passed away from her. The sharpened back side fins and the front bowed prongs fell into her hands and onto the table. Bowing her head, she grabbed the bow, prongs, and helm and tossed it into her bag. She then swiped one of the hatchets and headed into the portal.
As she made it through, she felt the sweet breeze of the forest run through her hair. It was then that she noticed the little brat, with some chick, and a lion. That's a white lion from Chrace.. I wonder what path it took.. From what she remembered, when she was interning as the witch's apprentice, she had to read a lot of things in literature of other species for magical properties to use as ingredients. Things like the meaning of different vein colours from a one-eyed bat, she had to know like the back of her hand. Till this current day, there were only a few things she remembered. Other tidbits of information was lost in her transfer, and rarely regained when she re-looked at the feature. With that, she had to learn about past and current events among other things as well, which sometimes made history a strong suit for things like that. "Everyone, this is Axton, he is a Chracian War Lion, my Chracian War Lion. He will not harm you. The portal can be disorienting, especially for first time users, if you are nauseous take a moment to gather yourself." Looking at her hands, she started to feel a bit dizzy and took rest by a nearby tree. She knew it wasn't because of the portal; it was because she didn't have the same amount of energy level as she did previously being taken into the school. At this usual time, she would have several animals falling down from exhaustion. Of course she was not used to her current energy level, but thanks to her short breakfast she was capable of pulling herself together. As some of the students gathered around, she pushed herself up from the ground, dusted her hands, and made her way to the center area of scattered students.
A sudden burst of chills ran through her skin as she began to feel as if a tsunami of energy was headed to flood her. She felt as if she was granted the strength and power to rejuvenate her soul for eternity. It was like the feeling of sucking the energy out of an angel's spawn; that high-powered and crisp feeling. She stood there with a smile as the energy wrapped around her like a new skin. Suddenly having this feeling, it had just made her thirst for the class even more than before. With a loud bang, it seemed as if there was a rupture in the surface of the land of the unknown, as it began to bleed darkness into the bright sky. The sky then switched to white in a gradient-like motion, as the moon flicked to a sharp crimson red colour. As the teacher began to speak in Elvish, she was only able to decode common and familiar words. At this point she actually felt thankful that her processing took a while, or at least long enough for her to pick up some words from others as well. Welcome.. into.. the Tenth Eye of the Abyss. After just the first sentence, she immediately stopped attempting to put any more effort into decoding the ancient language, as hearing about the Tenth Eye of the Abyss was all that she needed. After another shattering sound, the sky began to return to its original state. The ground also jiggled a bit after the moon transformed back to normal. As the teacher continued to speak, she took a moment to look at everyone else. It seemed as if the ritual had made some of the others uncomfortable. A few were on the ground, others looked like they snapped out of a dream, and a few others plainly looked flustered. She crossed her arms after chuckling for a second watching some students gradually get up, and others recompose themselves.Pull it together kiddies.. She wasn't sure if it was because these people never experienced being in a ritual before, or if they were just naturally weak. For her, itt was first time in her second life to actually experience a ritual that didn't take much from her, and actually benefited her. After tossing her hatchet in the air a couple of times and grabbing it by the handle, she made a quick few slashes towards no one in particular. Indeed she felt ready and rejuvenated, and nodded back at the teacher. What's next?
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Thoughts: And I'm the exhausted one.. Pathetic.
Attire: OOTD 1.2
Location: That place that I can't put my finger on.
Company: Peeps
OOC: Boop =]
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