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Predatory Puddles (6) : Summer rains aren’t uncommon, so finding puddles dotting your path isn’t in itself particularly surprising or abnormal. However, as you walk past them, you feel the sensation of being watched, like eyes are on you. If you look into the puddles, you don’t see your reflection--nor the reflection of anything familiar to you. Instead, you see strange, decayed buildings, and odd, rotting plants. Something is watching you through the puddles, but before you can investigate, between one blink and the next, it’s all gone. When you look back, the puddles are oddly non-reflective, and then in the next blink, they’re all gone. The feeling of being watched doesn’t fade, though.
With all of the people around the festival, it had been easier for him to gather energy. He knew his hair was an attraction, but other than that, with the exception of a few stares, people didn’t seem to notice his outfit as odd. It had made gathering energy much easier. However, because of the thunderstorms fewer people were outside than normal and he had had a harder time gathering the energy that he needed.
The rain felt good though and the scenery looked amazing as the clouds let up and the sunset started to show upon the land once more. He couldn’t help but take a picture with his phone. The newest iPhone, he just hoped that the picture of it would do the justice that it needed to match how amazing the moment looked.
Why people thought that such sights weren’t worth seeing were beyond him. Nature was beautiful. And it was more interesting to incorporate such nature into the home and into his artwork as well. It was why he painted so much and why his ceramic pieces were mostly nature based.
That and there was a large abundance of clay in the ground.
While he was walking along hoping to run into some ignorant civilians, he couldn’t help but feel as though he were being watched. Sure, he felt like he was being watched in the Negaverse, but not as intently. It was more a quick glance feeling that the Negaverse generated.
This though, this appeared to be a full-on stare with a glare included, and he had no idea where it was coming from.
When he looked around, he thought that the puddles looked… odd to say the least. He could tell that they weren’t reflecting the beautiful sunset that had graced their prescence. Instead, they seemed dark. As though something else were inside of it. He walked over to one of the puddles, taking a closer look, and gasped at what he saw in there. There appeared to be crumbling buildings and… rotting plants. Unpleasant to look at to say the least.
And the feeling of being watched intensified as he looked into the puddle. But before he could continue to look, his eyes pleaded to be refreshed and he blinked, and then the images were gone. The feeling of being watched was still there, just not as intense.
He moved away from the puddle, a bit disturbed and not wanting to go anywhere near them while he had this feeling. He hoped that he didn’t develop a fear of puddles after all of this. But really, what sort of magic was it? He couldn’t imagine it was some sort of hallucination. Dark Mirror had shown him that that even if they were Chaos, there was still more out there than they had realized.
He sighed. Perhaps there was more out there than just the Negaverse and the White Mooh. But what it was, he didn’t know and if there was another unknown faction out there that he could join… he just might do it.
