Night came surprisingly fast, in fact it was more than that, it was alarming. One second the sun hung lazy just past noon, the next I gazed upon the remnants of dusk as it set too quickly beneath the horizon. The moon was suspiciously missing this night and I found the blackness more oppressive than normal. It seemed to close in much faster with a palpable sense of dread settling firmly in my gut. This place was strange, as strange as Novus had been-still was-at first. But there was something deeper than just strange here, it was less of a fact and more of a feeling that laid it's head across the land as the stars winked into existence, one by one.
Eyes peered out from beneath large fronds and thick bushes. All manner of unfamiliar noises assaulted my senses as I stepped, cautiously, through the dark. Ears twisting, nostrils flaring. Each step was made tentatively, feeling the ground before me in the fear that my eyes might miss something. I had a suspicion and was unwilling to risk it being true. I may have been getting bigger, I could feel it in the aching of my bones as the Spring weather brought pressure changes and early spores to Denocte, but it did not make me any less able to defend myself. The art of self defense had been a required course from the Academy, a class none of us had gotten to take as it was later in the year and- I shook my head, vigorously, rolling the rotten memories somewhere darker, to a place less traveled by. I had no desire to reminisce in such horrific images, especially with low growls and quiet shuffling behind the flora.
In the day it had been colorful and full of life, all kinds of creatures with no names or particularly distinct characteristics roamed free, unafraid as I tromped through the grass. In fact it was that very thing, I wondered, that put my nerves on edge. That little something in the background, unseen, unheard. The something that made my insides churn, twisting into tight knots as sweat dripped down my brow. Nothing about this island made any real sense. It was a massive amalgamation of everything, everything you could think of seemed to have been spliced together to make something new. Something not real. It was disarming at first, but I could see how the neon colors and bright, Utopian appearance could easily cause those unfamiliar to forget. Pass it off until it was too late. I whipped my head around as something screamed, a long, loud, undulating sound that remained in my ears even after it died away. I was reminded of the screams of my classmates, of the horses and other animals as they raced through paved streets in an effort to save themselves from slaughter. My heart thundered, I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as I stood still, so still that perhaps I might be perceived as statue.
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ooc; and things that go bump in the night. Open!
Eyes peered out from beneath large fronds and thick bushes. All manner of unfamiliar noises assaulted my senses as I stepped, cautiously, through the dark. Ears twisting, nostrils flaring. Each step was made tentatively, feeling the ground before me in the fear that my eyes might miss something. I had a suspicion and was unwilling to risk it being true. I may have been getting bigger, I could feel it in the aching of my bones as the Spring weather brought pressure changes and early spores to Denocte, but it did not make me any less able to defend myself. The art of self defense had been a required course from the Academy, a class none of us had gotten to take as it was later in the year and- I shook my head, vigorously, rolling the rotten memories somewhere darker, to a place less traveled by. I had no desire to reminisce in such horrific images, especially with low growls and quiet shuffling behind the flora.
In the day it had been colorful and full of life, all kinds of creatures with no names or particularly distinct characteristics roamed free, unafraid as I tromped through the grass. In fact it was that very thing, I wondered, that put my nerves on edge. That little something in the background, unseen, unheard. The something that made my insides churn, twisting into tight knots as sweat dripped down my brow. Nothing about this island made any real sense. It was a massive amalgamation of everything, everything you could think of seemed to have been spliced together to make something new. Something not real. It was disarming at first, but I could see how the neon colors and bright, Utopian appearance could easily cause those unfamiliar to forget. Pass it off until it was too late. I whipped my head around as something screamed, a long, loud, undulating sound that remained in my ears even after it died away. I was reminded of the screams of my classmates, of the horses and other animals as they raced through paved streets in an effort to save themselves from slaughter. My heart thundered, I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as I stood still, so still that perhaps I might be perceived as statue.
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ooc; and things that go bump in the night. Open!
