Post by Maria Ashwin on Jun 16, 2022 21:18:04 GMT -5
Darkness was all that surrounded him he could no longer feel his body , it was as if someone had taken him and tossed him in a pit of tar fragments of his past flashed in his mind each bloody kill every cry for help. his dulled sense’s assaulted by his memories the heavy smell of iron the wailing of souls around him yet unseen. The cacophony of screams and yelling around him drove it nails deep into his slumbering mind , he felt empty and his stomach roiled with the rage of one thousand suns. The screams would soon go silent as he felt the world tremble around him ‘Shut up…Shut up…SHUT YOUR MOUTH’S ALL OF YOU!’ he would scream out in his mind. Sweltering rage boiled over within as he lay motionless in the abys his stomach aching and lurching , had the souls he eaten not quelled his hunger.
Unable to see anything , or feel anything he would open his mouth to scream only for the a ear piercing cry to reach his ears , and as his jaw closed around something he felt resistance and the taste of iron filled his month the burning feeling in his stomach vanished for only a second. Within a few moments the burning had stopped but would restart with a rightious fury , and…..the whisper’s where back! No wait there where more voices this time and louder than before. ‘Be Quite! Be Quite! I’ll kill you all i just want to sleep!!’ he would bellow internally a loud shrill cry echoing in his ears as he spoke , Driven by pur rage and sleep deprivation he would scrap together his will and determination to move! ‘Move damn it! MOOOOOVVE!’ he would urge his body on feeling his eyes opening a sense of releife trickled into him coupled with his rage , he would stand there for a moment his vision blurry as he came through as he stood among many tall black figures swaying like tree’s in a breeze.
Tree’s made of some sort of foggy white crystal crowded around him and these massive figure and a canopy of some kind hung above them , small pin price of light giving a hint of a land beyond the one he is slowly coming to know. ‘Where am i….the last thing i remember is…..thats right after i finished eating all those souls i blacked out and woke up in the middle of a hollow war zone…i was so hungry…i ate and ate and then…’ his thoughts would trail off as his vision went black once more. When he opened his eyes this time he was floating in a maelstrom of souls wading through a sea malice , Surrounded in a sea of wailing souls their cry’s burning holes in ear’s only served to piss him off to no end!
‘SHUTT UPPPP!!!’ he would bellow among the writhing sea of souls , unbeknownst to him within this soulscape he had attained his human shape once more. Rage painted on his face he would begin pummeling his way through the maelstrom of souls , tooth , bone and claw anything that moved or made noise was attacked. He didn’t seek control like most of these souls did or freedom what he craved most was the reclaim the silence within his mind once more. The passage of time was lost upon him , what could be perceived as years felt like days to him , days of rip and tearing through the enemy as more and more souls poured in his rampant rage would grow in unison. The silence would be reclaimed , when the smoke cleared he was determined to liberate what he rightfully earned from these usurpers.
Despite the never ending tide he never grew tired and never stopped moving. Eventually the hoards of souls would begin thinning as he grew stronger with each soul he destroyed then amassed within himself , ‘I just want silence…and you will all give it! I will rest again…THIS IS MY BODY!’ his soul would echo out among the crys of the dammed within him. Outside his body The body of the Gillian was entering a freeding frenzy attacking it’s fellow Gilliand without care , a flurry of gnashing teeth and crys of pain. The crys echoing through the menos forest rattling the tree’s joining the cocoughnay of many menos cry’s that echo through the area , it had been some days since marik’s consciousness was suppressed but as he grew closer and closer to the surface the creature became more and more ravenous.
The gillian would soon wander from the remains of the other gillian in the clearing , its hunger still creshondoing as it wandered the the dark forest , walking toward where the greatest spiritual pressure could be felt. The forest would tremble under the weight of each step. A burning sensation would run it’s way through the gillian as it came to a clearing , It’s body would be enveloped in a blinding green light for the briefest of moment’s as it began to rapidly shrink. The sound of bones breaking , flesh tearing and mending would echo through the clearing as the battle within had finally been won. When the light subsided what stood in it’s place was a much smaller albeit very tired mutated humming bird , his fethers no longer a bright neon green but covered in black and swatches of dark purple blue.
Marik would slowly hovel to his feet as he attempted to flap his wings and take off , only to fall forward on his beak into the sand he would picking himself up ruffling his feathers in sadness. ‘That took more out of me than i think…’ he would ponder to himself as he stumbled forward toward a tree , the little bird would then hunker down and begin shoveling sand with his wings until he had dug himself a nice little burrow beneath the massive crystalline tree. He would relax resting his sweaty body and feather’s against the cold quartz of the tree’s roots , the cool embrace of the tree’s roots luling him to sleep entering into a hybernative state. He had been awake for far to long his sleep was well deserved, ‘finally some quite’ he would think to himself as darkness overtook his vision , it wouldnt take long till he began to lightly snore within the safety of his burrow. Dreams pertaining to his past would come to him in his sleep , bit’s and fragments along with dreaams of teh slaughter he had just partook in the taste of iron still strong on his tongue.
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Consumed: Hollow (Class 8) X 7
Unable to see anything , or feel anything he would open his mouth to scream only for the a ear piercing cry to reach his ears , and as his jaw closed around something he felt resistance and the taste of iron filled his month the burning feeling in his stomach vanished for only a second. Within a few moments the burning had stopped but would restart with a rightious fury , and…..the whisper’s where back! No wait there where more voices this time and louder than before. ‘Be Quite! Be Quite! I’ll kill you all i just want to sleep!!’ he would bellow internally a loud shrill cry echoing in his ears as he spoke , Driven by pur rage and sleep deprivation he would scrap together his will and determination to move! ‘Move damn it! MOOOOOVVE!’ he would urge his body on feeling his eyes opening a sense of releife trickled into him coupled with his rage , he would stand there for a moment his vision blurry as he came through as he stood among many tall black figures swaying like tree’s in a breeze.
Tree’s made of some sort of foggy white crystal crowded around him and these massive figure and a canopy of some kind hung above them , small pin price of light giving a hint of a land beyond the one he is slowly coming to know. ‘Where am i….the last thing i remember is…..thats right after i finished eating all those souls i blacked out and woke up in the middle of a hollow war zone…i was so hungry…i ate and ate and then…’ his thoughts would trail off as his vision went black once more. When he opened his eyes this time he was floating in a maelstrom of souls wading through a sea malice , Surrounded in a sea of wailing souls their cry’s burning holes in ear’s only served to piss him off to no end!
‘SHUTT UPPPP!!!’ he would bellow among the writhing sea of souls , unbeknownst to him within this soulscape he had attained his human shape once more. Rage painted on his face he would begin pummeling his way through the maelstrom of souls , tooth , bone and claw anything that moved or made noise was attacked. He didn’t seek control like most of these souls did or freedom what he craved most was the reclaim the silence within his mind once more. The passage of time was lost upon him , what could be perceived as years felt like days to him , days of rip and tearing through the enemy as more and more souls poured in his rampant rage would grow in unison. The silence would be reclaimed , when the smoke cleared he was determined to liberate what he rightfully earned from these usurpers.
Despite the never ending tide he never grew tired and never stopped moving. Eventually the hoards of souls would begin thinning as he grew stronger with each soul he destroyed then amassed within himself , ‘I just want silence…and you will all give it! I will rest again…THIS IS MY BODY!’ his soul would echo out among the crys of the dammed within him. Outside his body The body of the Gillian was entering a freeding frenzy attacking it’s fellow Gilliand without care , a flurry of gnashing teeth and crys of pain. The crys echoing through the menos forest rattling the tree’s joining the cocoughnay of many menos cry’s that echo through the area , it had been some days since marik’s consciousness was suppressed but as he grew closer and closer to the surface the creature became more and more ravenous.
The gillian would soon wander from the remains of the other gillian in the clearing , its hunger still creshondoing as it wandered the the dark forest , walking toward where the greatest spiritual pressure could be felt. The forest would tremble under the weight of each step. A burning sensation would run it’s way through the gillian as it came to a clearing , It’s body would be enveloped in a blinding green light for the briefest of moment’s as it began to rapidly shrink. The sound of bones breaking , flesh tearing and mending would echo through the clearing as the battle within had finally been won. When the light subsided what stood in it’s place was a much smaller albeit very tired mutated humming bird , his fethers no longer a bright neon green but covered in black and swatches of dark purple blue.
Marik would slowly hovel to his feet as he attempted to flap his wings and take off , only to fall forward on his beak into the sand he would picking himself up ruffling his feathers in sadness. ‘That took more out of me than i think…’ he would ponder to himself as he stumbled forward toward a tree , the little bird would then hunker down and begin shoveling sand with his wings until he had dug himself a nice little burrow beneath the massive crystalline tree. He would relax resting his sweaty body and feather’s against the cold quartz of the tree’s roots , the cool embrace of the tree’s roots luling him to sleep entering into a hybernative state. He had been awake for far to long his sleep was well deserved, ‘finally some quite’ he would think to himself as darkness overtook his vision , it wouldnt take long till he began to lightly snore within the safety of his burrow. Dreams pertaining to his past would come to him in his sleep , bit’s and fragments along with dreaams of teh slaughter he had just partook in the taste of iron still strong on his tongue.
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Consumed: Hollow (Class 8) X 7
