05-14-2015, 12:21 PM
there's no religion that could save me
no matter how long my knees are on the floor
i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding
if that'll make it right
As his skin solidifies, the ash fills his lungs. As he glimmers, the surrounding land deepens into oblivion. As he opens his stark blue eyes to the passion of the fires, the world around him heaves a sigh. He wonders briefly if this is where She is. He wonders if he will find Her, for Him.
Tearing his gaze from the cataclysm, the man's ashen breath catches in his throat. The orange light of the fire glitters in the endless faces of his diamond skin. Heart racing - too fast, too fast, - Nihlus attempts to step forward. Moment after next, he stands five feet from where he had landed in the wormhole. Whirling around - too fast, too fast - the diamond-child stares at the blackened spot where he once was, attempting to filter the amazement, ash, and horror until he can comprehend it. Swallowing, he attempts to remember what has happened. A man had helped him through the wormhole - a winged man - but he had not given him these gifts. He had not graced him with the most prized mineral or the speed of something unequine.
The next wormhole is… It’s by the sea. About a mile off.
The echoing words in his mind send him skittering another ten feet, the fires of oblivion dancing on his newfound skin. In that moment, he recalls what it is he has been sent here for - Gail.
Gail, like hail, like rain, like sea, like... Me. He breathes shallowly, forcing himself to turn slowly, normally. Through the fire, ash, and destruction, the slight scent of salt-water blows eastwards. Swallowing, Nihlus thinks like the rain. To the sea, to the rain, to Gail, Gail, Gail.
He's gone no more than ten strides when It comes.
Gur'la-ya.
The name comes to him without warning, though it sounds far more like a curse than a name. It's name does not concern him, however. The demon comes on the wind, shadows manifesting as though they were as common here as the wind. Nihlus's skin falls into blackness, emptiness. Gur'la-ya's eyes are the only source of light, glaring into his puny self until he cannot move at all. The miraculous appearance of enhanced speed seems useless, for in the wake of the Great Old One, movement is impossible.
For all his glorious stature, however, Nihlus goes unnoticed. Gur'la-ya's wrath turns to a mewling child, a tiny, squirming, unfortunate form of existence. It's four limbs flail, it's face contorted in a scream which twists his heart. Nihlus moves to help, but even his speed is not enough. The shadow-being forces himself atop the helpless babe, suffocates its cries, suffocates his heart. Shuddering, Nihlus turns to speed past the horrible sight, but the receding demon leaves behind something which he cannot ignore.
Atop the babe (white now, a skeleton; silent now, dead), a tumultuous amount of glowing green rocks lay. The pitiful creature's pebble-skull is strewn with strange symbols, each stark against its its glowing green backdrop. Nihlus feels the bile rise in his throat, and he turns his head to be sick. The ash burns along with the acid, and despite the howling of the apocalypse, his sickness is loud. Loud enough to alert the monster.
Gur'la-ya turns slowly now, raising himself from his victim into a mass of shadow with two burning red holes. It is now that Nihlus remembers what it is to move, breathe, run. He remembers his powers, all of them. Lunging towards them, shadows suddenly overwhelm the autumn-fire sky. Torrential rains begin falling, coming forth as he bids them. Gur'la-ya screams as the acid rain dips into his shadow-skin; Nihlus imagines that it has not rained here in a very, very long time.
But rain shall never fall the demons, just as fire shall never fall the angels.
It turns towards him, eyes brighter, redder, angrier. It sizzles in the rain, but that only does more to terrify Nihlus. Without thinking, he sets himself afire, the diamonds melting for but a split second. In the next moment, as the apocalypse rages around the demon and the diamond, Nihlus stands far more humbly. A diamond-rabbit is he, nose twitching, glowing eyes wide, lungs straining for oxygen where only ash lays.
Gur'la-ya screams again, the sound metallic, like an electric guitar playing its most fowl note across a stadium. The rabbit pins his diamond-ears, shuddering and crying. The rain continues boring into the demon, for Nihlus knows not what else to do. Looming above him, the shadow-monster lunges forward.
The diamond-hare speeds away. His skin burns beneath his diamond shell, enough to warrant distress and a trip to the Falls (but this is oblivion, this must be the end, there is no Falls, there is nothing, nothing, nothing). Alas, it is because of his diamond skin that he too did not become a victim to the red-eyed demon. Because of this gift, Nihlus has survived.
Towards the sea he runs, a dash of pure light in this obsidian oblivion. Gur'la-ya screams once more, whooshing after Nihlus, shadows twirling around Its shapelessness, though It never truly disappears. The searing sound of the acid-rain against Its demon-skin feels like hairs being plucked from his underside as Nihlus is forced to listen to it; but in this form, even the Great Old One cannot catch him. The rabbit is small, agile, and running for his life. To the sea he flees, until Gur'la-ya halts Its chasing, screams echoing from behind as the acid-rain seeps through Its shadow-skin.
Whether it stops for lack of ableness or for what lies ahead, Nihlus soon finds.
Gail, like hail, like the sea. But oh, the sea is boiling, boiling like Gur'la-ya in the rain, to death until it's all gone, gone, gone.
He leaps into the sea, into the wormhole, into the blackness and the warped-time and the nothingness, lungs collapsing as the ash consumes them. His rabbit-diamond-skin glitters orange, and Gur'la-ya screams in the distance. Beneath his armour, the boy is burnt, bleeding, the shadows of the demon having burnt him with poison and darkness and hate. For a moment, he imagines the shadows curling amongst his skull too, until it too reads strange curses and glows a sickly green.
Ah, how a death like that would have been peaceful.
Tearing his gaze from the cataclysm, the man's ashen breath catches in his throat. The orange light of the fire glitters in the endless faces of his diamond skin. Heart racing - too fast, too fast, - Nihlus attempts to step forward. Moment after next, he stands five feet from where he had landed in the wormhole. Whirling around - too fast, too fast - the diamond-child stares at the blackened spot where he once was, attempting to filter the amazement, ash, and horror until he can comprehend it. Swallowing, he attempts to remember what has happened. A man had helped him through the wormhole - a winged man - but he had not given him these gifts. He had not graced him with the most prized mineral or the speed of something unequine.
The next wormhole is… It’s by the sea. About a mile off.
The echoing words in his mind send him skittering another ten feet, the fires of oblivion dancing on his newfound skin. In that moment, he recalls what it is he has been sent here for - Gail.
Gail, like hail, like rain, like sea, like... Me. He breathes shallowly, forcing himself to turn slowly, normally. Through the fire, ash, and destruction, the slight scent of salt-water blows eastwards. Swallowing, Nihlus thinks like the rain. To the sea, to the rain, to Gail, Gail, Gail.
He's gone no more than ten strides when It comes.
Gur'la-ya.
The name comes to him without warning, though it sounds far more like a curse than a name. It's name does not concern him, however. The demon comes on the wind, shadows manifesting as though they were as common here as the wind. Nihlus's skin falls into blackness, emptiness. Gur'la-ya's eyes are the only source of light, glaring into his puny self until he cannot move at all. The miraculous appearance of enhanced speed seems useless, for in the wake of the Great Old One, movement is impossible.
For all his glorious stature, however, Nihlus goes unnoticed. Gur'la-ya's wrath turns to a mewling child, a tiny, squirming, unfortunate form of existence. It's four limbs flail, it's face contorted in a scream which twists his heart. Nihlus moves to help, but even his speed is not enough. The shadow-being forces himself atop the helpless babe, suffocates its cries, suffocates his heart. Shuddering, Nihlus turns to speed past the horrible sight, but the receding demon leaves behind something which he cannot ignore.
Atop the babe (white now, a skeleton; silent now, dead), a tumultuous amount of glowing green rocks lay. The pitiful creature's pebble-skull is strewn with strange symbols, each stark against its its glowing green backdrop. Nihlus feels the bile rise in his throat, and he turns his head to be sick. The ash burns along with the acid, and despite the howling of the apocalypse, his sickness is loud. Loud enough to alert the monster.
Gur'la-ya turns slowly now, raising himself from his victim into a mass of shadow with two burning red holes. It is now that Nihlus remembers what it is to move, breathe, run. He remembers his powers, all of them. Lunging towards them, shadows suddenly overwhelm the autumn-fire sky. Torrential rains begin falling, coming forth as he bids them. Gur'la-ya screams as the acid rain dips into his shadow-skin; Nihlus imagines that it has not rained here in a very, very long time.
But rain shall never fall the demons, just as fire shall never fall the angels.
It turns towards him, eyes brighter, redder, angrier. It sizzles in the rain, but that only does more to terrify Nihlus. Without thinking, he sets himself afire, the diamonds melting for but a split second. In the next moment, as the apocalypse rages around the demon and the diamond, Nihlus stands far more humbly. A diamond-rabbit is he, nose twitching, glowing eyes wide, lungs straining for oxygen where only ash lays.
Gur'la-ya screams again, the sound metallic, like an electric guitar playing its most fowl note across a stadium. The rabbit pins his diamond-ears, shuddering and crying. The rain continues boring into the demon, for Nihlus knows not what else to do. Looming above him, the shadow-monster lunges forward.
The diamond-hare speeds away. His skin burns beneath his diamond shell, enough to warrant distress and a trip to the Falls (but this is oblivion, this must be the end, there is no Falls, there is nothing, nothing, nothing). Alas, it is because of his diamond skin that he too did not become a victim to the red-eyed demon. Because of this gift, Nihlus has survived.
Towards the sea he runs, a dash of pure light in this obsidian oblivion. Gur'la-ya screams once more, whooshing after Nihlus, shadows twirling around Its shapelessness, though It never truly disappears. The searing sound of the acid-rain against Its demon-skin feels like hairs being plucked from his underside as Nihlus is forced to listen to it; but in this form, even the Great Old One cannot catch him. The rabbit is small, agile, and running for his life. To the sea he flees, until Gur'la-ya halts Its chasing, screams echoing from behind as the acid-rain seeps through Its shadow-skin.
Whether it stops for lack of ableness or for what lies ahead, Nihlus soon finds.
Gail, like hail, like the sea. But oh, the sea is boiling, boiling like Gur'la-ya in the rain, to death until it's all gone, gone, gone.
He leaps into the sea, into the wormhole, into the blackness and the warped-time and the nothingness, lungs collapsing as the ash consumes them. His rabbit-diamond-skin glitters orange, and Gur'la-ya screams in the distance. Beneath his armour, the boy is burnt, bleeding, the shadows of the demon having burnt him with poison and darkness and hate. For a moment, he imagines the shadows curling amongst his skull too, until it too reads strange curses and glows a sickly green.
Ah, how a death like that would have been peaceful.
Nihlus
rain manipulating rabbit son of Sinder & Noori
just FYI, Gur'la-ya is a great shadow-thing with two red, glaring eyes, able to transform the skull of its own victims in green glowing stones carved with strange symbols, according to the wiki-site Cassi linked
I'm really not sure if this counts as a "battle post," but he did attack and and get attacked. It was just more poetic than a battle post I guess hahaha