
06-16-2011, 09:13 PM
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| | Dark Queen of Huggles | |
Location: wrong side of the looking glass | |
Retaliation (Cookie) OoC: This RP happens some time before the events in Datura and the Twilight Tea.
IC: Yet another door. It was just as well. The current world, as much as she appreciated the scenery, was growing dull. Dinosaurs were poor conversationalists compared to dragons and a good percentage of people. So, of course, the summoner went through.
Then, promptly fell on her knees, retching and hacking violently.Only well after her heaving had ceased to be productive was she able to take any notice of her surroundings. She looked around, and what she saw, heard and felt nearly made her weep.
A dying planet surrounded her. The air was thick with the smell of waste and burning. The hillside she stood on was craggy and desolate, studded sparsely with stunted, gnarled trees and weedy plants reaching feebly and clawing toward the sickly grey skies for a few weak rays of sunshine. They clung desperately to life, overlooking a city the likes of which the ancient woman had never seen.
Buildings reached to the very sky, taller than the most ancient trees of her home. Miles of monstrous concrete spires lit up by thousands of tiny windows, all encased by one giant bubble. All to keep the people in and the death out. All so they could ignore the death throes of their planet.
And, dying it was. All the energy around her was poisoned, festering like an open wound as it coursed through her. She sat on the hillside, clutching her head in pain as it hung between her knees, listening while every sign of life for the miles of her empathic range screamed in her mind.
Some cried for release, others for rescue, but the over note of the chorus was rage. The planet was angry... so, so angry with her children in their bubble cities, who had ignored her for so many centuries. Now, Aurora did something she had never done of her own volition. She slammed the door on her power, cutting herself off from the world around her until it flowed around her like a stone in a stream instead of through her as always, shutting out the cacophony from her mind.
Now, at least she could think, but the damage had been done in the minutes before she cut herself off. She could feel the festering poison of the planet in her body, corrupting her own aura, her own core of personal energy. Her empty stomach churned bile, her joints ached, and her head pounded, sharp pains in her temples threatening to pop her eyes from their sockets.
She knew this place could kill her if she stayed long. |