08-12-2018, 09:44 PM
Piercing the quiet, her breathing became ragged and distraught. Sides heaving and heart racing to catch up with the images pressing in, her eyes flicked upon. A startled gasp fled her lips as she drew her head up from the pillowy sands of Nerine. Tucking her ivory limbs beneath her rapidly, she rolled upright in a panic, scanning the small alcove around her, searching for the cause of her start. Shifting to look at the horizon she notes the soft haze of night breaking apart to make way for the rise of dawn. There seemed to be no imminent danger, perhaps the blackness of her slumbers had evolved into nightmares at last? It hardly surprised her, due to the overwhelming sense of loss and regret she'd been feeling lately, that maybe the plague of words left unspoken would come back to haunt her in her null dreams. For now, there would be no more sleep left to catch, and so she contradicts gravity's pull and raises herself skyward. After a quick shake, she exits the cozy grotto that she had claimed as her own along the Nerinian coast.
The pace she set was near listless, walking the edge of the rolling waves tamed by the last of the moon's light. The coolness of the shifting winds begins to warm around her with the promise of the rising sun, reflecting a muted orange off the ivory of her coat. As she walked, her mind drifted lazily, but like an unwanted magnetic pull, it began to turn towards her last encounter with Leilan. It was so easy for her thoughts to veer that way, but there was a stubborn refusal to tread down that path anymore; it was all in the past at this point, no sense in over thinking it now, she'd already done that plenty enough. Forcibly shaking her pale crown to dislodge her internal musing in a different direction. Thankfully having just completed her assignments with Tir, it wasn't as difficult to redirect herself this time. She'd been gifted with "Empathic Echoes" for her performance, but the instructor had done little to elaborate what it had meant before he had vanished.
Stopping, Breckin shifted to watch the sunrise before turning back to the length of the beach in front of her again with lackluster eyes. Yet they grew wider as she made out the blurred lines of silhouettes a short distance in front of her; they hadn't been there a moment ago. The shapes were distinctly equine, though appeared encased in fog. They made no sounds, yet their movements indicated rigidity and tension. Attempting to get a better idea of what was happening, she took a hesitant step forward and the horses flickered. Brows knit together in confusion, perhaps the light of the sun was playing tricks on the mind. "Hello?" she called loudly, but they ignored her, seemingly too caught up in whatever they were doing. Another step and they flickered again. Was she hallucinating? Another step and she could feel the heavy weight of tension bearing down. Still, the other horses continued on, and a dulled ringing began to resound in her ears. "Is everything okay?" she asked of them, as their actions grew more agitated in appearance. Again she braved another step closer, growing more concerned. The ringing in her ears only intensified, and anxiety rose within her. Her dark eyes narrowed against both the strange phenomenon and the rising pitch of the audible assault. Anxiety wasn't foreign to her, so she paid it no mind until it shifted swiftly into panic then fear. The ringing turned into a throbbing pulse drumming her ears, eyes widening as if searching for the source of the fear itself. But the fear swarmed to emotional pain as quickly as it had come, and Breckin grimaced at the overwhelmingly sharp sensation. Wincing now from the severity of it, she blinked back tears of frustration and sadness while the equine shadows danced in front of her. Why was she feeling this? How was she feeling this? Yes, she'd felt these things before, who hasn't? But this was that tenfold, as the pain grew physical, causing her muscles to twitch and cramp, and yet she could not find the means to flee. Something was holding her there, somehow. "What is happening?!" she screamed raggedly at the images, while the tears streamed freely; they did not answer her. Anger and rage overtook the pain with heated retribution causing her teeth to clench and grind viciously. The ache in her body grew numb while adrenaline filled her, she couldn't stop the narrowing of her eyes and the sharp panting breaths that came uncontrollably. Breckin's body trembled as her mind tried to contradict what she was feeling; it made no logical sense. It was like her emotions were magnified, but how? Why?
"Stop!" she yelled at them, "Please STOP!" A plea, a command--she couldn't tell anymore, didn't care anymore, it just had to end. Her limbs still betrayed her, refusing to move away in spite of her usually strong will. With no other options left, she closed her eyes tightly, wishing that whatever was happening would just end, by whatever means possible. This was too much, too much to tolerate.
When her eyes reopen, the illusions are no longer there, but the rage remains like a bitter plague. Like the release of a gate, the tension in her muscles unwind and she spins towards the opposite direction kicking her momentum into an all-out gallop. With a cliff quickly approaching, she slides to a halt in the grey sands. She hadn't been aware as she ran, that her telekinesis had run rampant, drawing shells and stones to rise from the land as she passed where they had lain upon the ground. They'd followed her, only stopping to hover woefully in the air around her as she stopped. More tears ran fresh, and she sobbed with the overwhelming sense of residual grief and anger that dug its talons further into her vicelike. Make it stop, it has to stop!
The wild emotions clouded her logic, and no answer came to her willingly. The leopard mare felt her own personal frustration grow brighter, giving into rage's desires in the end. With a rebellious scream, she threw the shells and stones alike at the cliff walls with a force she hadn't known she'd been capable of. The sound of shattering was a mild balm, but it only lasted a second before burning away. Another heave brought more shells from the sands, and again she threw them, not caring if she woke anyone in the previously quiet morning.
A larger conch must've been caught in the fray; the forcible impact causing the heavy mass to fragment and recoil. It was only when Breckin felt a new warmth in her chest and shoulder, followed by a burning and sharpness that she realized she'd been standing entirely too close. Glancing down towards her right, she hissed at the severity of its appearance. It was more than a flesh wound, but she would survive. Lifting her eyes back upward, she sighs raggedly, realizing the rage had diminished in the injury's presence; though her body now felt cold and she trembled in the absence of the adrenaline's influence.
Exhaustion threatened to collapse her where she stood, so she made her way to the ashen colored cliffside, resting her forehead upon the jagged wall, welcoming the coolness it held. She hardly felt the pain or the warmth of the blood that fell down her dotted leg anymore; it would dry in time and eventually the pain would fade too. For now, she was simply grateful that whatever had overcome her had vanished.
It left her with a fresh sense of sadness and confusion, causing a new wave of tears to spill. I deserve this.
OOC: She's sad and confused and could use some company XD
The pace she set was near listless, walking the edge of the rolling waves tamed by the last of the moon's light. The coolness of the shifting winds begins to warm around her with the promise of the rising sun, reflecting a muted orange off the ivory of her coat. As she walked, her mind drifted lazily, but like an unwanted magnetic pull, it began to turn towards her last encounter with Leilan. It was so easy for her thoughts to veer that way, but there was a stubborn refusal to tread down that path anymore; it was all in the past at this point, no sense in over thinking it now, she'd already done that plenty enough. Forcibly shaking her pale crown to dislodge her internal musing in a different direction. Thankfully having just completed her assignments with Tir, it wasn't as difficult to redirect herself this time. She'd been gifted with "Empathic Echoes" for her performance, but the instructor had done little to elaborate what it had meant before he had vanished.
Stopping, Breckin shifted to watch the sunrise before turning back to the length of the beach in front of her again with lackluster eyes. Yet they grew wider as she made out the blurred lines of silhouettes a short distance in front of her; they hadn't been there a moment ago. The shapes were distinctly equine, though appeared encased in fog. They made no sounds, yet their movements indicated rigidity and tension. Attempting to get a better idea of what was happening, she took a hesitant step forward and the horses flickered. Brows knit together in confusion, perhaps the light of the sun was playing tricks on the mind. "Hello?" she called loudly, but they ignored her, seemingly too caught up in whatever they were doing. Another step and they flickered again. Was she hallucinating? Another step and she could feel the heavy weight of tension bearing down. Still, the other horses continued on, and a dulled ringing began to resound in her ears. "Is everything okay?" she asked of them, as their actions grew more agitated in appearance. Again she braved another step closer, growing more concerned. The ringing in her ears only intensified, and anxiety rose within her. Her dark eyes narrowed against both the strange phenomenon and the rising pitch of the audible assault. Anxiety wasn't foreign to her, so she paid it no mind until it shifted swiftly into panic then fear. The ringing turned into a throbbing pulse drumming her ears, eyes widening as if searching for the source of the fear itself. But the fear swarmed to emotional pain as quickly as it had come, and Breckin grimaced at the overwhelmingly sharp sensation. Wincing now from the severity of it, she blinked back tears of frustration and sadness while the equine shadows danced in front of her. Why was she feeling this? How was she feeling this? Yes, she'd felt these things before, who hasn't? But this was that tenfold, as the pain grew physical, causing her muscles to twitch and cramp, and yet she could not find the means to flee. Something was holding her there, somehow. "What is happening?!" she screamed raggedly at the images, while the tears streamed freely; they did not answer her. Anger and rage overtook the pain with heated retribution causing her teeth to clench and grind viciously. The ache in her body grew numb while adrenaline filled her, she couldn't stop the narrowing of her eyes and the sharp panting breaths that came uncontrollably. Breckin's body trembled as her mind tried to contradict what she was feeling; it made no logical sense. It was like her emotions were magnified, but how? Why?
"Stop!" she yelled at them, "Please STOP!" A plea, a command--she couldn't tell anymore, didn't care anymore, it just had to end. Her limbs still betrayed her, refusing to move away in spite of her usually strong will. With no other options left, she closed her eyes tightly, wishing that whatever was happening would just end, by whatever means possible. This was too much, too much to tolerate.
When her eyes reopen, the illusions are no longer there, but the rage remains like a bitter plague. Like the release of a gate, the tension in her muscles unwind and she spins towards the opposite direction kicking her momentum into an all-out gallop. With a cliff quickly approaching, she slides to a halt in the grey sands. She hadn't been aware as she ran, that her telekinesis had run rampant, drawing shells and stones to rise from the land as she passed where they had lain upon the ground. They'd followed her, only stopping to hover woefully in the air around her as she stopped. More tears ran fresh, and she sobbed with the overwhelming sense of residual grief and anger that dug its talons further into her vicelike. Make it stop, it has to stop!
The wild emotions clouded her logic, and no answer came to her willingly. The leopard mare felt her own personal frustration grow brighter, giving into rage's desires in the end. With a rebellious scream, she threw the shells and stones alike at the cliff walls with a force she hadn't known she'd been capable of. The sound of shattering was a mild balm, but it only lasted a second before burning away. Another heave brought more shells from the sands, and again she threw them, not caring if she woke anyone in the previously quiet morning.
A larger conch must've been caught in the fray; the forcible impact causing the heavy mass to fragment and recoil. It was only when Breckin felt a new warmth in her chest and shoulder, followed by a burning and sharpness that she realized she'd been standing entirely too close. Glancing down towards her right, she hissed at the severity of its appearance. It was more than a flesh wound, but she would survive. Lifting her eyes back upward, she sighs raggedly, realizing the rage had diminished in the injury's presence; though her body now felt cold and she trembled in the absence of the adrenaline's influence.
Exhaustion threatened to collapse her where she stood, so she made her way to the ashen colored cliffside, resting her forehead upon the jagged wall, welcoming the coolness it held. She hardly felt the pain or the warmth of the blood that fell down her dotted leg anymore; it would dry in time and eventually the pain would fade too. For now, she was simply grateful that whatever had overcome her had vanished.
It left her with a fresh sense of sadness and confusion, causing a new wave of tears to spill. I deserve this.
OOC: She's sad and confused and could use some company XD