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tampered2007-01-18 03:56 am
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Log (completed): Thoughts of a newly arrived mage
When; Roughly 30 minutes after her arrival
Rating; PG for emoish thoughts
Characters; Zaheela and Eisen![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Summary; Her thoughts as she travels down a random road about her arrival
Log;
Thump thumpthump thump
The steady beat of Eisen's feet was calming to her nerves. It took a little while but the feeling of utter abandonment had finally set in. By a will not of her own, she had been thrown into yet another conflict, but this one had no sense of familliarity nor any way home. Before, when Altana had revealed her role in the plot of the Apocalypse, she had her family, her friends. They fought beside her, gave her hope and the feeling of unity. She had beaten down the gods, but she had them. Now, in this new world, she was alone; No friends, no allies as of yet, and little hope of going home. The strange gentleman had mentioned people leaving this 'City', but from what she learned, it wasn't as easy as one would believe.
Thump thumpthump thump Thump thumpthump thump Thump thumpthump thump
She wasn't quite sure of what to think anymore. It had been under an hour since she last left the sandy dunes of Valkrum, and here she was, stuck in some alternate dimension. The ground under Eisen's claws were covered in some sort of soft, black stone, the buildings around her reminding her somewhat of Jueno. The amount of flora and plant life to stone and steel was favoring the buildings a little too much for her liking. There were far too many humes for her comfort, and far too many eyes staring at her. The air around her was somewhat putrid with the scent of metal and burning coals, but what disturbed her the most was the lack of mana in the air.
It wasn't to say that there was none there, that was for sure. It was more like it was being tampered, shifted, or used in some sort of twisted way and it made her somewhat uncomfortable. What made it worse was the utter fact that the flow of mana had just discovered her 'unique' signature, and like the hounds set after a fox, had flooded towards her. It rejoiced in her arrival, danced under her feet, filled her soul till she was filled nearly to the brim with it's light; It made her sick.
Thump thumpthump thump
“Too much like the past... It seems that the gods are deadset on making it impossible for me to control my own destiny...” She murmured, hands clenching the soft feathers of Eisen's neck. With a soft coo, Eisen stopped and turned his head, yearning to nuzzle away the discomfort his master was showing, but he was her mount at the current moment, and thus proved impossible. He flapped his wings once. Zaheela enhaled loudly before patting his neck. She was a proud warrior of San d'Oria, heck, she had once beaten down a god, and several rampaging dragons, even a giant three headed dog. This was no different then any of those situations, she was still the same person. She'd fight this problem head on. A thought lingered in her mind however...
“Neee, Eisen, that man... He never did say that the TELEPORT magic was ever tested specifically... right?” A smile crept onto her lips.
“Kweeeeeh?” The confused look on Eisen's face didn't phase her at all. It wouldn't hurt to try after all. Slipping off the saddle, she lead Eisen to a clear alleyway and slowly closed her eyes, searching for that familiar tug.
”En triuru, Holla lightu potali....” Thus she began to chant...
Rating; PG for emoish thoughts
Characters; Zaheela and Eisen
henkonasuishoSummary; Her thoughts as she travels down a random road about her arrival
Log;
Thump thumpthump thump
The steady beat of Eisen's feet was calming to her nerves. It took a little while but the feeling of utter abandonment had finally set in. By a will not of her own, she had been thrown into yet another conflict, but this one had no sense of familliarity nor any way home. Before, when Altana had revealed her role in the plot of the Apocalypse, she had her family, her friends. They fought beside her, gave her hope and the feeling of unity. She had beaten down the gods, but she had them. Now, in this new world, she was alone; No friends, no allies as of yet, and little hope of going home. The strange gentleman had mentioned people leaving this 'City', but from what she learned, it wasn't as easy as one would believe.
Thump thumpthump thump Thump thumpthump thump Thump thumpthump thump
She wasn't quite sure of what to think anymore. It had been under an hour since she last left the sandy dunes of Valkrum, and here she was, stuck in some alternate dimension. The ground under Eisen's claws were covered in some sort of soft, black stone, the buildings around her reminding her somewhat of Jueno. The amount of flora and plant life to stone and steel was favoring the buildings a little too much for her liking. There were far too many humes for her comfort, and far too many eyes staring at her. The air around her was somewhat putrid with the scent of metal and burning coals, but what disturbed her the most was the lack of mana in the air.
It wasn't to say that there was none there, that was for sure. It was more like it was being tampered, shifted, or used in some sort of twisted way and it made her somewhat uncomfortable. What made it worse was the utter fact that the flow of mana had just discovered her 'unique' signature, and like the hounds set after a fox, had flooded towards her. It rejoiced in her arrival, danced under her feet, filled her soul till she was filled nearly to the brim with it's light; It made her sick.
Thump thumpthump thump
“Too much like the past... It seems that the gods are deadset on making it impossible for me to control my own destiny...” She murmured, hands clenching the soft feathers of Eisen's neck. With a soft coo, Eisen stopped and turned his head, yearning to nuzzle away the discomfort his master was showing, but he was her mount at the current moment, and thus proved impossible. He flapped his wings once. Zaheela enhaled loudly before patting his neck. She was a proud warrior of San d'Oria, heck, she had once beaten down a god, and several rampaging dragons, even a giant three headed dog. This was no different then any of those situations, she was still the same person. She'd fight this problem head on. A thought lingered in her mind however...
“Neee, Eisen, that man... He never did say that the TELEPORT magic was ever tested specifically... right?” A smile crept onto her lips.
“Kweeeeeh?” The confused look on Eisen's face didn't phase her at all. It wouldn't hurt to try after all. Slipping off the saddle, she lead Eisen to a clear alleyway and slowly closed her eyes, searching for that familiar tug.
”En triuru, Holla lightu potali....” Thus she began to chant...