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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 2:03 am
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The scenery around her began to change, but as she progressed, noticing the subtle changes in her surroundings and the decreasing amounts of fog, she started to became uneasy. Everything had taken on a charred appearance, The earth itself dry enough to break up at the slightest touch. She wrinkled her nose against the smell that permeated the air, a rotting stench that invaded everything. Something was wrong, very wrong...
Her unease grew the moment she saw the burnt remains of something that looked concernedly like it was, or had been human. She couldn't make anything else out, apart from a raised arm-like branch, the gesture quite disturbing. Had it been reaching out for mercy, or had it been writhing in pain...
She hurried away from the body only to find another, this one missing some of it's limbs. By now the smell was so intense it was neigh unbearable, the urge to dry heave ever increasing.
What the hell was going on? She couldn't remember anything and yet something had clearly happened here. Sore joints were ignored as she broke into a run, encountering more and more of the bodies, coughing as she inhaled more of the smell in her desperate attempt to get the hell away from these charred things.
s**t, why couldn't she remember what had happened? Surely a scene like this should have triggered something?!
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 2:50 am
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Her running brought her to a gate, which was split and charred into just a black, bent mass now. As she passed by it, she remembered the first flashes of memory - her past and her current identity. Everything else, friends, and exactly how she had gotten here were still shrouded.
There was a bright light above of her, a strange blue beacon. It looked like a sword, hanging high, high above, always pointed on top of her no matter how far she moved.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 3:26 am
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The remains of a destroyed gate appeared in the distance, but she continued towards and past the ram shackled mess as she sought to get away from this hellhole. But as she passed it, something tugged at her. Memories of her distance past, of tall mountains and stormy beaches, her parents domain. She knew where she came from now and, more importantly, what she was.
Which also meant she recalled she was a dragon and as such she had wings. Or was supposed to have wings, she could remember flying, and being a giant a** lizard. But could she be one here? If she could it would make it much easier to escape, but she also felt unsure, as if the entire process of how this was done was a jumbled mess and the pieces weren't fully completed.
As she pondered on what could happen if she tried it, the dragoness noticed that the ground around her seemed awfully bright, as if there was a light above her. Looking up she saw what could only be a floating blue sword above, pointing straight towards her. A far better sight than the horrid corpses she saw before, but none the less a strange one.
She walked a little ways from there, noticing the sword continued to point at her regardless of where she went. Perhaps she should try flying towards it or...
"OYYY!" She shouted, opting to try talk to it first, because maybe it would do a thing.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2017 6:27 pm
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The moment she had passed the second gate, everything made sense again, a surge of relief flooding her being with the knowledge she could recall who she was. But with this revelation came a new problem, as the sword in the sky was much lower then before, almost within reach.
But her memories couldn't explain why the sword was even there, or why the pointy bit was directed at her. It got lower every time she passed through a gate, so did that mean if she went through another it was going to skewer her?
She looked around, walking more slowly this time. Was this some sort of test? Honesty the idea of having a sword rammed through her gut...was more annoying then terrifying. Sure she'd like to avoid the excruciating pain and dissipation, but she was more concerned with offending the sword itself by failing.
But then, how was she supposed to not fail this possible test? Was she supposed to grab the sword? But what if this was some greed related thing, and touching the sword itself was failure? But then maybe the sword was supposed to be weiled against the thing that killed those corpses back there, or heck maybe they were the failure of the test itself. Maybe if she went full dragon she'd get slain like all those human books said, or maybe -
The dragon's tail lashed the more she tried to think, which lead her to becoming more agitated, her growls becoming more vocal, until she was too annoyed to think.
"Jack dammit can I have a clue please" She spoke to the sword or no one in particular as she continued on and wondered if this was going to hurt more then that other time.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 12:22 am
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In a moment Pokerus saw it, without words. It actually hurt as the sword bore down on her, into her chest, chipping a part of her core. She felt a part of her crumble, turn ashen and grey almost instantly, and then the searing, brilliant pain of the sword that just could not let go. It hurt beyond anything she experienced, a strange unusual pain like she was taking on the burdens of the world within her-
- And then the illusion faded and so did the pain. The sword, above her, didn't need to speak.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 3:00 am
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The white slash of pain was sudden but not unexpected by the dragoness, yet it was not the simple feel of a blade through her chest. It was the power of a legacy bearing into her very essence, her core unable to hold the weight of responsibility. Pokerus screamed in sheer agony, ears, tail, horns, even her hair crumbling away like dust on the wind.
Her body bucked under the strain, falling to her knees, expecting herself to fade away entirely. It was madding, she couldn't escape this torture, no matter how she tugged at the sword, gasping for breath, then somehow smirking a little. It was almost ironic.
"...Heh." She coughed, reciting a line she had read before. "And the brilliant knight struck down the scaled beast...."
Instead of finding her death, she felt the pain fade away. There was no sword sticking out of her. Just what in the heck had...
...Oh
She stood up, staring up at the sword. It had made it's point clear.
"I understand." She spoke. "It is a price I cannot pay. I have no wish to be destroyed for the sake of a memory."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 4:34 pm
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