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dance upon the mountains like a flame



For the last two days, the lands of Denocte had fallen under a warm spell—atypical, for the winter season, and somewhat concerning as the snow had begun to melt only to refreeze at night. On the third day of the abnormal heat, however, the residents of the Night Court were treated with a formidable sight on the horizon. The clouds were like mountains: thick, ominous, and gunmetal grey, they blocked the morning sun and promised a snow storm to erase the memory of heat. Those clouds rolled over Denocte for two days, with little to no event, aside from innocent, light snowfall—which seemed nearly mystic, more crystalline than real. 

But the tranquility, the placidness, was ingenue. A restlessness existed beneath the surface; a thinly veiled threat, that nearly pulsated within the clouds. It was the sort of tension that existed in nature when a predator appeared but remained unseen, marked only by a shift in the wind, an inherent wrongness. The clouds, however, only lurked—but it had become too much, for one of Denoctian’s inhabitants. 

With the strange weather, dreams came to Antiope. Each night, they arrived, vivid and horrible, as though the gods she had condemned had been resurrected. There was a wrongness to the dreams, however, an inaccuracy of truths, a dishonesty to her memories. It manifested as a subtle suggestion that the dreams were not as terrible as they may have seemed, in a reflection of the weather that was at once placid and menacing.

But the dreams, the dreams. They were characterised best by their restless urgency, by the sense that there was something forgotten within them—

There was snow in the jungle.

The marble temple of her gods was longer marble, but crude stone.

The statues, beheaded and destroyed, lay on the earth as though sprouted from it.

Something dead lurked in the shadows.

Something dead lurked in the shadows.

It smelled of bonfire smoke and the sea.

Of darkness—darkness—darkness—

What took the shape of darkness? 

Go to the mountains, the dream whispered. 

Go to the mountains, it whispered.

Go now.

The winter was dark only in a way that winter can be. The world was asleep, hibernating, and perhaps that was a metaphor for other things. The only colours were deep brown, slate, and the pristine snow—the clouds bled what little remained of the world’s colour, creating a greyscale scape. The journey to the mountains seemed desolate and the mountains themselves, also desolate and jagged against the furious sky. 

They could not be here, those gods of old, not in a land belonging to other gods—not in Caligo’s shadow, certainly. They could not be here, those dead and arrogant deities. 

But did the dream not suggest something dead, in the shadows? 

Climb, the dream had said.

And the sky broke. 

Quickly, abruptly, the mountains were engulfed by cloud and ice. And from them came the snow that had been promised for days in a vicious whiteout. The ax would feel heavy. Too heavy, almost. But there was no option except to climb, and to continue climbing. Why, why was the ax so heavy? There was something ominous about the cliff up ahead—but the ground flattened, temporarily, and would give respite from the ascent. There was a darkness to it, even through the snow… and nearer, nearer, it becomes obvious why.

A bear emerged from a small, secluded alcove with fury and jewelled eyes. It bellowed, and the ax… the ax, well, it began to burn



After a particularly violent snowstorm envelops the Night Court, @Antiope will find herself called to the mountains. She cannot explain the calling - nor can she resist it. It will beat at her soul, tugging her like an invisible string, breaking her heart in half with the promise of putting it back together if only she'll come along. But when she does, she'll find herself engulfed in another storm - and she'll find she is not alone in the mountains.

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come out of this dull world - by Random Events - 05-16-2019, 02:30 PM
RE: come out of this dull world - by Antiope - 05-17-2019, 06:51 PM
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