I breathe once more. [Open]
Sept 29, 2015 4:41:15 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2015 4:41:15 GMT
The destiny islands a large expanse of ocean and land that seemingly stretched for what seemed like forever. It was endlessly peaceful, the sun was still faithfully high in the sky. It's merry light seemingly keeping everything the way it was supposed to be. The waters of the ocean lapped against the beach as they often do; the sand softly accepting the water's moisture as though they needed it. The breeze that was provided by this area tugged gently at the trees. Everything here was peaceful, Just the way it was supposed to be without any question.
The real problem was when that peacefulness was shattered by a brief moment of darkness.
A sudden thunderclap of energy; not of this world or any others well known tore through the water forcing tonnes of the liquid to evaporate suddenly. Eerily through the brief mist that the steam made rose a boat, weapons and armor of many kinds lacing the edges and inside; all geared towards a single prone figure that was unmoving. The boat floated on the mist for a few moments as the water seeped in to replace what was lost. The energy crackled softly before parting, back to the war torn land from where it came. The boat dipped in the mist only to be met by water; the sudden buoyancy letting some armor or weapons fall into the peaceful waters. The smokey residue on the boat and the objects it kept causing some of the water to darken ever so slightly.
The boat drifted up to the beach wearily as though a long carried burden was lifted from it's shoulders; the traces of long dead flames could be seen on it's hull. Upon meeting the sand; which was now becoming saturated with the darker waters the boat paused and the weight that was present at the top caused it to list unhealthily. One way and then the next as the gear flopped about; the prone figure was shaken and then ejected from the boat. Axe in hand the figure smashed into the sand face first it's neck at a slightly odd angle.
The prone figure didn't move for quite some time; it seemed as though it would never move… Until night fell. The moment darkness touched the islands the figure stirred and coughing could be heard. Dry lips split wide and drew in a long awaited breath. Bleary golden brown eyes cracked opened and hands came up to rub at a neck that was stiffer than the boat that lay patiently as though it's job wasn't done. One hand ran through dark brown hair to remove sand that was working it's way through; the beard that adorned the figure's face was no better. The wet sand had crusted onto one part of the figure's face. Large clumps fell off of the figure's clothing and the coughing resumed the moment the man stood up; casting about the figure cradled it's side and leaned heavily on the large axe dry words emerging from it's lips.
What…. Where… I don''t… This doesn't make sense.
The real problem was when that peacefulness was shattered by a brief moment of darkness.
A sudden thunderclap of energy; not of this world or any others well known tore through the water forcing tonnes of the liquid to evaporate suddenly. Eerily through the brief mist that the steam made rose a boat, weapons and armor of many kinds lacing the edges and inside; all geared towards a single prone figure that was unmoving. The boat floated on the mist for a few moments as the water seeped in to replace what was lost. The energy crackled softly before parting, back to the war torn land from where it came. The boat dipped in the mist only to be met by water; the sudden buoyancy letting some armor or weapons fall into the peaceful waters. The smokey residue on the boat and the objects it kept causing some of the water to darken ever so slightly.
The boat drifted up to the beach wearily as though a long carried burden was lifted from it's shoulders; the traces of long dead flames could be seen on it's hull. Upon meeting the sand; which was now becoming saturated with the darker waters the boat paused and the weight that was present at the top caused it to list unhealthily. One way and then the next as the gear flopped about; the prone figure was shaken and then ejected from the boat. Axe in hand the figure smashed into the sand face first it's neck at a slightly odd angle.
The prone figure didn't move for quite some time; it seemed as though it would never move… Until night fell. The moment darkness touched the islands the figure stirred and coughing could be heard. Dry lips split wide and drew in a long awaited breath. Bleary golden brown eyes cracked opened and hands came up to rub at a neck that was stiffer than the boat that lay patiently as though it's job wasn't done. One hand ran through dark brown hair to remove sand that was working it's way through; the beard that adorned the figure's face was no better. The wet sand had crusted onto one part of the figure's face. Large clumps fell off of the figure's clothing and the coughing resumed the moment the man stood up; casting about the figure cradled it's side and leaned heavily on the large axe dry words emerging from it's lips.
What…. Where… I don''t… This doesn't make sense.
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֍ WORDS: 513
֍ NOTES: My breath is not wasted.
֍ WORDS: 513
֍ NOTES: My breath is not wasted.
֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
