Eyas ran scared and never looked back. Skipping out on Taiga and weathering a most brutal Winter in Icicle Isle had been a nightmare, pure living hell on Beqanna. Go to Jesper, help him with your visions, she’d thought and a good idea it’d been at the time. But one small flick of action reacted in a way Eyas hadn’t expected, and the visions had come without warning or without reason afterwards. A domino effect of sights and flashing lights, each more god awful than the last.
A newborn left out to freeze, and freeze it did. Its skin turned black from frostbite and its eyes shut forever against the world. Tiny limbs stuck together as animals wandered near to nibble or tear at the frozen flesh. A hunk of dead meat; carrion for the birds that she was forced to watch again and again.
Eyas stopped eating and sleep evaded her. Between sights of rapists and murderers, there was wanton sex - visions of one horse being fucked by endless suitors through a progession of time. Sometimes raw and sometimes with love, but in those visions (for a moment or two) Eyas felt the heat between her own legs and almost sensed the heavy weight of another horse on top of her, though it was only a phantom sort of feeling.
And then the visions got darker the feelings got more intense:
She could see herself being trampled underneath hooves, and then she could feel her ribs crack, or her eyeball bursting out from the socket when a well-placed blow shattered her cheekbone.
It was cyclical - these feelings and visions just seemed to loop endlessly while Eyas remained paralyzed and nearly lifeless from the perpetual onslaught of magic. She withered away in the barren iceland’s and prayed that it would stop, but above all prayed that death would come before her father. The very idea of Wolfbane finding her and bringing her home made Eyas nauseous and absolutely terrified.
Why? She saw through his eyes, that’s why. And lately, when he did slip unannounced into her vision, she could nearly feel what he was feeling and she hated it. It was sickening; something alien. Whatever had taken over dad’s body since Gale’s death was not her father anymore, and what he felt when his thoughts centered on her whereabouts (as they often did in the beginning) was not from a place of fatherly concern.
So she shivered and ached, starved and often cried herself into a slumberlerless stupor all without dying, and when the first rays of warm spring came to brush against her ragged, overgrown coat, Eyas breathed a shaky gasp of rattling air and reasoned that she must be immortal. Any creature who was not would have perished in the snow long ago. She couldn’t pass away, then. It was something she’d hoped for many times. Eyas would go on living regardless, and that meant staying hidden in the isle was out of the question.
She must move, or be discovered.
Somehow the weakling manages to find the shore, and then somehow she manages to scramble back to Taiga, and then somehow over the span of days she makes her way around the edge of her mother’s kingdom, her vision switching from reality over to her father’s eyes so that she can keep tabs on how close he’s getting. It was while looking for him that she stumbled, blinded by her own power, into the engulfing waters of a freezing river that swept her listless body under the current and then - only then - did she succumb to a blackness so dark that she figured she must’ve died.
Eyas fell unconscious and gulped down gallons of water into her lungs before the River spat her back out again: nothing but a limp tangle of matted hair and bony skin that bobbed to the surface before floating to rest on the rocky shore.
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tl;dr: Eyas has been hiding out in a daze on Icicle Isle but after realizing she can't die, decided to try and leave. She stumbled into the river and was swept downstream, where she's currently unconscious on the shore. And very dirty. And very thin.
Open to any!
A newborn left out to freeze, and freeze it did. Its skin turned black from frostbite and its eyes shut forever against the world. Tiny limbs stuck together as animals wandered near to nibble or tear at the frozen flesh. A hunk of dead meat; carrion for the birds that she was forced to watch again and again.
Eyas stopped eating and sleep evaded her. Between sights of rapists and murderers, there was wanton sex - visions of one horse being fucked by endless suitors through a progession of time. Sometimes raw and sometimes with love, but in those visions (for a moment or two) Eyas felt the heat between her own legs and almost sensed the heavy weight of another horse on top of her, though it was only a phantom sort of feeling.
And then the visions got darker the feelings got more intense:
She could see herself being trampled underneath hooves, and then she could feel her ribs crack, or her eyeball bursting out from the socket when a well-placed blow shattered her cheekbone.
It was cyclical - these feelings and visions just seemed to loop endlessly while Eyas remained paralyzed and nearly lifeless from the perpetual onslaught of magic. She withered away in the barren iceland’s and prayed that it would stop, but above all prayed that death would come before her father. The very idea of Wolfbane finding her and bringing her home made Eyas nauseous and absolutely terrified.
Why? She saw through his eyes, that’s why. And lately, when he did slip unannounced into her vision, she could nearly feel what he was feeling and she hated it. It was sickening; something alien. Whatever had taken over dad’s body since Gale’s death was not her father anymore, and what he felt when his thoughts centered on her whereabouts (as they often did in the beginning) was not from a place of fatherly concern.
So she shivered and ached, starved and often cried herself into a slumberlerless stupor all without dying, and when the first rays of warm spring came to brush against her ragged, overgrown coat, Eyas breathed a shaky gasp of rattling air and reasoned that she must be immortal. Any creature who was not would have perished in the snow long ago. She couldn’t pass away, then. It was something she’d hoped for many times. Eyas would go on living regardless, and that meant staying hidden in the isle was out of the question.
She must move, or be discovered.
Somehow the weakling manages to find the shore, and then somehow she manages to scramble back to Taiga, and then somehow over the span of days she makes her way around the edge of her mother’s kingdom, her vision switching from reality over to her father’s eyes so that she can keep tabs on how close he’s getting. It was while looking for him that she stumbled, blinded by her own power, into the engulfing waters of a freezing river that swept her listless body under the current and then - only then - did she succumb to a blackness so dark that she figured she must’ve died.
Eyas fell unconscious and gulped down gallons of water into her lungs before the River spat her back out again: nothing but a limp tangle of matted hair and bony skin that bobbed to the surface before floating to rest on the rocky shore.
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tl;dr: Eyas has been hiding out in a daze on Icicle Isle but after realizing she can't die, decided to try and leave. She stumbled into the river and was swept downstream, where she's currently unconscious on the shore. And very dirty. And very thin.
Open to any!