08-19-2020, 08:32 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-28-2020, 08:39 PM by Beyza.
Edit Reason: adding what was lost
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<center><img src=https://i.postimg.cc/t4LXcSLK/by-kharthian-small.png></center><center><table bgcolor=011d33 style="border-color:#121313; border-width: 0px; border-style: solid; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 10px"" cellspacing=15 cellpadding=15 width=600><tr><td><p align=justify><font color=ededed face=times size=2>The voice tells them to jump and Beyza instinctively takes a step closer to the edge - so that her white hoof is balanced perfectly on the edge. Despite not being able to reach her magic or ask for wings to help her soar on, she is still not gripped with fear. There is apprehension but it is so easy to override with anticipation. She is so full of certainty that she is untouchable, despite having just bargained for her soul in the fog.
That deal feels hazy now, though the weight of it settles in her stomach. There’s too much going in her mind, amplified by that horrid buzzing and the drive to jump.
She only hesitates for a moment, and it is enough for her to consider Jamie. Although she’s no longer sure what they are to each other - no longer sure what <i>he</i> is - right now he is a familiar face and there is some comfort in that she does not want to ignore. She turns to him - examining his face - and though the buzzing drowns everything out she speaks anyway. <font color=6aa6d5>“Together?”</font> And though she wants nothing more to jump and to see what’s next she waits for him, waits until their bodies leave the cliff at the same time - light and dark into the unknown.
White eyes are wide as she passes into the shimmering spot, wide because she wants to take it all in. She doesn’t even want to blink in case she misses something. There is nothing to miss, she realizes, as her jump turns into a fall and then she is plunged into darkness. Every moment she expects to meet solid ground, and every moment she does not. Further and further but she can see nothing to judge how far she has fallen. If she had a heartbeat now, it would surely be bursting from her chest.
Beyza starts to scream at one point, half in the thrill of this fall, half in terror of it.
And still she falls.
When she lands, she is quiet - she cannot remember when the screaming had stopped. Her legs tremble slightly as she takes a few shaky steps - reorienting herself to the feeling of standing <i>on</i> something instead of falling through dark space. It takes her a moment to realize the buzzing sound has gone, and she wonders if she has gone deaf but then hears the shuffle of her hooves against the ground as she takes those steps and feels no relief. She can tell something has been taken - but perhaps it is just the absence of her magic?
There are so many questions - and as she looks around at the warped landscape around her - she is flooded with more. Everything looks <i>slippery</i> as though it has melted under the heat of some great sun and become liquid even when it shouldn’t. It’s wonderful and fascinating and Beyza turns to find Jamie, to say something to him, but she discovers he is not there. She looks up - as if she could see the rest of them falling from the not-sky - but there are no other figures.
So Beyza tries to speak, to call out to the one familiar thing in this strange world, and finds no words come to her. Panic bubbles in her as she tries desperately to reach her magic even though she knows it was lost somewhere in the fog. <i>Jamie</i> she thinks, tries to push it out from her body, but it is just a thought. It goes nowhere else. There is no trace of magic, no trace of the shadow-boy, and she is alone without even her voice to fill the silence.
And now, fear begins to override the curiosity and Beyza tastes the bitterness of it as it consumes her. In death, there’s no quickening of her heart in panic or rough inhales of breath. Instead the fear settles inside her bones, rattling there with the echoes of the buzzing, and courses through her veins where blood had once been until it is all she can feel. All that she is.
She tries to package this feeling away like she has done so many others, but this place is too strange - this world is too alien - she cannot ground herself enough. When she inhales there is no calming relief because there is no air for her to take in with her lungs that aren’t functioning after death.
Unable to bring herself to explore as she had wanted to just moments ago, Beyza just stays where she is - rooted to the strange ground with fear - and can only hope that something will have a voice and give her direction when she has lost her own.
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edit: Beyza had her voice snatched by the door
That deal feels hazy now, though the weight of it settles in her stomach. There’s too much going in her mind, amplified by that horrid buzzing and the drive to jump.
She only hesitates for a moment, and it is enough for her to consider Jamie. Although she’s no longer sure what they are to each other - no longer sure what <i>he</i> is - right now he is a familiar face and there is some comfort in that she does not want to ignore. She turns to him - examining his face - and though the buzzing drowns everything out she speaks anyway. <font color=6aa6d5>“Together?”</font> And though she wants nothing more to jump and to see what’s next she waits for him, waits until their bodies leave the cliff at the same time - light and dark into the unknown.
White eyes are wide as she passes into the shimmering spot, wide because she wants to take it all in. She doesn’t even want to blink in case she misses something. There is nothing to miss, she realizes, as her jump turns into a fall and then she is plunged into darkness. Every moment she expects to meet solid ground, and every moment she does not. Further and further but she can see nothing to judge how far she has fallen. If she had a heartbeat now, it would surely be bursting from her chest.
Beyza starts to scream at one point, half in the thrill of this fall, half in terror of it.
And still she falls.
When she lands, she is quiet - she cannot remember when the screaming had stopped. Her legs tremble slightly as she takes a few shaky steps - reorienting herself to the feeling of standing <i>on</i> something instead of falling through dark space. It takes her a moment to realize the buzzing sound has gone, and she wonders if she has gone deaf but then hears the shuffle of her hooves against the ground as she takes those steps and feels no relief. She can tell something has been taken - but perhaps it is just the absence of her magic?
There are so many questions - and as she looks around at the warped landscape around her - she is flooded with more. Everything looks <i>slippery</i> as though it has melted under the heat of some great sun and become liquid even when it shouldn’t. It’s wonderful and fascinating and Beyza turns to find Jamie, to say something to him, but she discovers he is not there. She looks up - as if she could see the rest of them falling from the not-sky - but there are no other figures.
So Beyza tries to speak, to call out to the one familiar thing in this strange world, and finds no words come to her. Panic bubbles in her as she tries desperately to reach her magic even though she knows it was lost somewhere in the fog. <i>Jamie</i> she thinks, tries to push it out from her body, but it is just a thought. It goes nowhere else. There is no trace of magic, no trace of the shadow-boy, and she is alone without even her voice to fill the silence.
And now, fear begins to override the curiosity and Beyza tastes the bitterness of it as it consumes her. In death, there’s no quickening of her heart in panic or rough inhales of breath. Instead the fear settles inside her bones, rattling there with the echoes of the buzzing, and courses through her veins where blood had once been until it is all she can feel. All that she is.
She tries to package this feeling away like she has done so many others, but this place is too strange - this world is too alien - she cannot ground herself enough. When she inhales there is no calming relief because there is no air for her to take in with her lungs that aren’t functioning after death.
Unable to bring herself to explore as she had wanted to just moments ago, Beyza just stays where she is - rooted to the strange ground with fear - and can only hope that something will have a voice and give her direction when she has lost her own.
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edit: Beyza had her voice snatched by the door