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burn everything you love [any] - Tatter - 11-04-2019


Burn everything you love then burn the ashes.
In the end everything collides;
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see.

Eternity passes by differently when you’re dead.

Years pass with the blink of an eye, while some days never seem to end. He has watched the rise and fall of empires and kingdoms with disinterest, mostly keeping to himself and the small family of his that has been gathered in the afterlife. The Chamber is gone, and it was the one thing that kept his interest in the overworld; others have tried to replace it, tried to rise to the glory that was the Chamber of Evil, but none have succeeded, and he takes a dark pleasure in knowing it. Even the evils at the heart of Pangea interest him little, though the place has potential.

It surprises him when he feels the pull back towards the mortal plain – he has only returned once since his death, for the battle in the Chamber decades ago, and he had returned to his slumber not long after. He is certain that there is nothing left of the bones that Nocturnal had transported to the beach so many years ago, and yet he is pulled towards the shifting sands, his soul screaming as it passes through the gates of the Afterlife.

He awakens with a groan, yellow eyes snapping open. He is not on the beach as he had suspected – instead he is surrounded by unfamiliar trees, the gentle gurgle of a nearby stream setting him on edge almost immediately. This is not the Beqanna that he had grown in – these lands are as unfamiliar as the sight of his corporeal hooves as he pushes himself to his feet and looks around.

It’s time to see how the world has changed, and maybe decide just how he can be a part of the chaos.

Tatter.




RE: burn everything you love [any] - demian - 11-05-2019

It seemed as though many others hand a completely different experience in the afterlife than he. When Demian had laid down on the beach and allowed himself to meet the reaper, he had only one request when passing through the gates of the underworld. That he remain asleep, unless he is pulled back up to the surface.

For some reason he had been granted that exact wish, much to his divine pleasure. Sleeping peacefully after years of stress and constant motion the king startles when his eyes flutter open. Still drugged by the sands of sleep, the glowing jaguar king stumbles slightly, his ears pinned as he snorts with displeasure. "Fuck," he whispers under his breath. "Not again." With a few steps back his eyes take in the way the world has changed and for a moment he questions whether or not he's dreaming.

"This can't be real... I'm not supposed to be here." With a quick turn towards the south he begins to trot, his heart pounding in his chest. With agile steps he makes his ways through the trees with surprising ease before suddenly coming face to face with someone he's sure he knows. Slowing to a stop Demian's eyes begin to squint as he looks over the stallion and with a tilt of his head he huffs slightly. "Aren't you one of those famous dragons that is supposed to be dead?" Glancing around slowly before allowing his eyes to slide back to the other's he shifts his weight casually. "Do you know what the hell is going on here?"



@[Tatter]: here. my first post in years as dem. for you. love you. sorry it blows. ♥