A great hole had opened in the ground, and it tore at her flesh.
She welcomes it, leaning into the tear that grips at her skin. It was calling her home- home to the land that was made of stars and dust and all things that had created her. The universe, swirling forever, had been her Mother and her Father, and it called to her.
She was so sorely disappointed when it did not rend her flesh and leave her bodiless. It twisted at her, tugging at her hair and digging invisible claws into her flesh- yet when she opened her eyes as the pain abated and the world stopped swirling, she is greeted by a green veil.
This was not her home.
“Vah-na!” She curses loudly, her voice stretching through the trees as a shriek. Asmoral then tosses her head and finds that she is dizzy, tired, and hungry. Stumbling forwards, there is a rock that drops in her gut, and she feels almost ill- if such a thing were possible. “Damn meat.” The green woman curses yet again, this time under her breath and to herself. Were she not so plagued by anger at the thought of being rebuilt into the flesh cage that she wore, she would have noticed that there was an eerie silence that made the forest around her swell.
Bleary-eyed and wretchedly tired, Asmoral sweeps her cool green eyes across the equally green landscape. Akin to her flesh, there is a bioluminescence that throbs all around her, making her head ache and her skin crawl.
It was like this place had been made for her.
Turning her head to the right, she can see the painted white undersides of the leaves that dangle from the trees, and to the left she drinks in the curled moss that sprouts from the roots of the trees. There was just, so much green. Sagging, she sighs and begins to move forwards, curling her lip at the creaking of her bones. “Fuck, not again.”
She welcomes it, leaning into the tear that grips at her skin. It was calling her home- home to the land that was made of stars and dust and all things that had created her. The universe, swirling forever, had been her Mother and her Father, and it called to her.
She was so sorely disappointed when it did not rend her flesh and leave her bodiless. It twisted at her, tugging at her hair and digging invisible claws into her flesh- yet when she opened her eyes as the pain abated and the world stopped swirling, she is greeted by a green veil.
This was not her home.
“Vah-na!” She curses loudly, her voice stretching through the trees as a shriek. Asmoral then tosses her head and finds that she is dizzy, tired, and hungry. Stumbling forwards, there is a rock that drops in her gut, and she feels almost ill- if such a thing were possible. “Damn meat.” The green woman curses yet again, this time under her breath and to herself. Were she not so plagued by anger at the thought of being rebuilt into the flesh cage that she wore, she would have noticed that there was an eerie silence that made the forest around her swell.
Bleary-eyed and wretchedly tired, Asmoral sweeps her cool green eyes across the equally green landscape. Akin to her flesh, there is a bioluminescence that throbs all around her, making her head ache and her skin crawl.
It was like this place had been made for her.
Turning her head to the right, she can see the painted white undersides of the leaves that dangle from the trees, and to the left she drinks in the curled moss that sprouts from the roots of the trees. There was just, so much green. Sagging, she sighs and begins to move forwards, curling her lip at the creaking of her bones. “Fuck, not again.”
