The Tears of Andres Bramwell [Day 3 D10 Andres]
Oct 31, 2024 21:23:26 GMT -5
Post by Zhespy on Oct 31, 2024 21:23:26 GMT -5
Stumbling stumbling stumbling ever forward through the trees and over roots. The trees seem to bend and warp into confusing shapes, did that tree have a face? He felt sick from the flower's perfumed scent it felt like he feel the vapour swirl around his eyes. The pain wriggled and writhed under his skin. Andres feared his skin would burst alive with worms and ants. Who am I, who are you? What's a lie, what is true? His legs continued to carry him forward, this forest felt as though it went on for miles with no end in sight, were the paths circles? Crunch. His foot stepped on the ever fragile Sky Flower and in retailiation it sprayed a mix of spores and fumes at him. If he only thought the world he was walking through was unreal before, he was going to believe it now.
A horrible pain shot through his mind as his vision blacked out for a moment before returning to the flowery scene around him. The world was normal again, the trees stopped warping and the bright iridescent flowers faded to their usual bright plumage. He breathed heavily as he looked around him cautiously, he had completely lost his way. With a clearer head he began to get his bearings again and when he felt secure he moved foward. Interesting things minds can be, when in a moment of stress they can become clear from scattered thought and sometimes during moments of calm they can break into pieces from the past's mistakes. Andres followed the path of destruction he raized as he trampled through the forest and made his way towards where he started. It seemed the forest had relaxed its assault and was taking a moment to pause and reflect.
He paused again to recover his breath and took a swig from his water jar. He was feeling better and with a sigh he felt relaxed again. A snap of a twig in the distance alerted him and his eyes darted towards its direction. It wasn't an animal or another tribute. It was a group of people. They walked huddled together heading away from the throne room. Their backs heavy from the bags of belongings they carried, the animals they lead looked as weary as the travellers. He stood there his mouth agape as he watched them solemly walk to nowwhere. The travellers came to a stop their faces dark with despair. Andres' heart began to beat faster as he too began to share that same sense of hopelessness. Was he dead? At once the group snapped their heads towards him their eyes a mix of terror and hatred. They didn't say anything they just glared. Andres gasped in shock and slammed his eyes shut hoping for the vision to leave him. Once he opened his eyes the group was closer to him now, an impossible distance for them to move to and so fast. They still didn't speak, they simply raised their hands and pointed at him accusingly. He grabbed his arms for security and safety and felt something hard and cold on his left arm. He quickly lifted his sleeve and there it was a smudge of clay or so it seems. He frantically rubs at his skin but it doesn't wash away.
He held onto his icey arm and looked back to his vision of people. They were closer, still pointing, still silent. "What's happening to me?!" He called out to them desparately as tears welled in his eyes. The travellers fury faded and was replaced with just terror and despair. At once they screamed, horrific and bloodcurling. The sound echoed in his ears, it was so invasive he couldn't see. In his despair he fell to his knees and crouched on the ground. "I'm sorry Hawke." He whispered as he began to sob.
Through the screaming he heard another sound, a tribute? death? He hoped it would be quick. His fight had left him. Death didn't come, and he opened his eyes and he saw a majestic horse staring down at him curiously between him and the terrible vision. He looked up to it hopeful and tried to focus his energy entirely onto the creature. He raised his hand up to it, his voice shook with fear, "Please, will you help me?"
A horrible pain shot through his mind as his vision blacked out for a moment before returning to the flowery scene around him. The world was normal again, the trees stopped warping and the bright iridescent flowers faded to their usual bright plumage. He breathed heavily as he looked around him cautiously, he had completely lost his way. With a clearer head he began to get his bearings again and when he felt secure he moved foward. Interesting things minds can be, when in a moment of stress they can become clear from scattered thought and sometimes during moments of calm they can break into pieces from the past's mistakes. Andres followed the path of destruction he raized as he trampled through the forest and made his way towards where he started. It seemed the forest had relaxed its assault and was taking a moment to pause and reflect.
He paused again to recover his breath and took a swig from his water jar. He was feeling better and with a sigh he felt relaxed again. A snap of a twig in the distance alerted him and his eyes darted towards its direction. It wasn't an animal or another tribute. It was a group of people. They walked huddled together heading away from the throne room. Their backs heavy from the bags of belongings they carried, the animals they lead looked as weary as the travellers. He stood there his mouth agape as he watched them solemly walk to nowwhere. The travellers came to a stop their faces dark with despair. Andres' heart began to beat faster as he too began to share that same sense of hopelessness. Was he dead? At once the group snapped their heads towards him their eyes a mix of terror and hatred. They didn't say anything they just glared. Andres gasped in shock and slammed his eyes shut hoping for the vision to leave him. Once he opened his eyes the group was closer to him now, an impossible distance for them to move to and so fast. They still didn't speak, they simply raised their hands and pointed at him accusingly. He grabbed his arms for security and safety and felt something hard and cold on his left arm. He quickly lifted his sleeve and there it was a smudge of clay or so it seems. He frantically rubs at his skin but it doesn't wash away.
He held onto his icey arm and looked back to his vision of people. They were closer, still pointing, still silent. "What's happening to me?!" He called out to them desparately as tears welled in his eyes. The travellers fury faded and was replaced with just terror and despair. At once they screamed, horrific and bloodcurling. The sound echoed in his ears, it was so invasive he couldn't see. In his despair he fell to his knees and crouched on the ground. "I'm sorry Hawke." He whispered as he began to sob.
Through the screaming he heard another sound, a tribute? death? He hoped it would be quick. His fight had left him. Death didn't come, and he opened his eyes and he saw a majestic horse staring down at him curiously between him and the terrible vision. He looked up to it hopeful and tried to focus his energy entirely onto the creature. He raised his hand up to it, his voice shook with fear, "Please, will you help me?"
[andres attempts to tame a pegasus]
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