The Light Behind My Eyes - Open

[V.ampyrx]

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[atrb=background,http://i1268.photobucket.com/albums/jj565/TheVampyrx/Purgatorys%20Playground/Tables/NyxAstraesMiddle.png] Dim light skimmed across the top of the canyon, dipping into the nooks and crannies of the highest layers of the bending and meandering abyss. Darkness engulfed its deepest reaches, where no creatures dared to venture for fear of the unknown. A soul would dare to seek its pits soon however, a new arrival to this realm of the dead of undecided fates would soon grow curious... Near the lowest levels of where light stretched, a elegant figure lay crippled, curled against a canyon wall. --- "W-kah-why..." I whispered, coughing slightly the blood which had began leaking out of my mouth. Frozen under the midnight sky, I allowed a gentle breeze to brush the lush green grasses along my broken body. It tickled. The crisp leaves on the trees rustled with the wind, singing a soft melody of peace...nature had always been unconditionally gentle to me, even in this horrific finale. My crimson stained side rose and fell in my labored breathing. Air, laced with clean earthy scents of the field, exited my lungs dirtied, tainted with the repugnant scent of the iron from my blood. Ribs snapped, bones shattered, lungs punctured, fire raced and flourished on my body. I couldn't let the light behind my eyes fade... My entire life, I had remained so composed...but now, I was prepared to weep. My breaths were quickly becoming more ragged as a struggled to hold back my emotions and push death back. When creatures asked for my insights, I provided what service I could to help...had I not lived an honest life like such? Why had the demons howled and shouted curses at my mate and I about wrecking havoc and doom upon their clans... Where was my love...in the chaos, I caught fleeting glimpses of him bucking and thrusting his antlers into the flesh of our adversary. Our frantic eyes met before I met the ground paralyzed in this pool of fluid, he silently promised that our fates would be together to the end...and he never left my side in the mist of our helpless decline...but now, my eyes could only focus on the thick waving green blades before me. I wanted to see him one last time. I want to return to our passionate and peaceful nights, nuzzling each other under the stars. An impossible wish...my heart throbbed harder, I didn't want it to end this way... "Hyperion...if you are near and still breathing..." My voice shook, sorrow stealing more of my life force. My tongue struggled to form those few words, an acute numbness seemed to be spreading across my body. A chill doused the raging fire across my frame, just as after the heat of summer, winter arrives swiftly with frost and ice which kills. "Please...I..." I choked, sputter and coughing more fluids up, the blood flow from my orifices was increasing. My throat tightened up from the emotion, I couldn't breathe. Everything was blurring... "Promise me not to cry..." a deep voice murmured behind me, one I knew so dearly. "Let me sing you to sleep...before we must say goodbye..." I wanted to say something back...but the light had died. --- As her last memories flooded her mind, shocks shot through her skeleton as life was restored to her body in the canyon. The spotted doe jolted, at first blind by her vision of her death. Her bright blue pebbles flashed as the thin fleshy lids flew open, panic and fear blazing in a dead stare. The lush emerald strands began to fade as her eyes focused on the chasm before her. Rotating her ears, she attempted to capture the last of Hyperion's voice, but the echo of her love's words began to fade to silence as well. It left her alone in the rocks, against the gritty floor of the canyon path. Confusion stretch across Nyx's expression... "But death..." she uttered, confused and betraying her inner thoughts. Slowly standing, she examined the world she landed herself in while bottling her emotions for another time. Control. At least until she was settled and secure, there had to be control. Locking her heart away, she gazed on...curious...but also frightened. "What is this place..." The canyon only echoed the question softly back at her. No answers here. Word Count: 700~ish OCC: I feel like my writing style went to crap. It's been so long and haven't RPed anyone besides Zero in ages...so weird writing from a non-demonic view haha. But I really wanted to write out Nyx's death...I had the feels. c:

[V.ampyrx]

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[RainxDog]

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[atrb=background, i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/bluewinter.png] Death came like a honey suckled breeze on a warm summers eve, saccharine and liberating in those brief moments when his cancerous psyche stilled, submerging willfully into embracing nothingness. Quiet. Like sinking into a lucid dream, aware but not; time ceasing to exist, to matter. Peaceful eternity, escape from his own mind. Maybe years passed like that, shallowly aware at basest levels of consciousness, maybe only minutes, seconds. Mykola remembered everything and somehow nothing at all, able to recall details and memories to mind but powerless to grasp at them. Everything fell away in a seamless jolt from bliss to nightmare. Flesh consuming fire and gnawing demons were nothing in light of his own personal hell. Material torments could be fought; but for him there was no escape, no medicine. Nothing. In a devastatingly cruel twist of fate gods had seen fit to grant him everything his heart desired, fleetingly, little more than slight of hand breaking to merciless reality. Even if he’d ever cared to keep count, Mykola could not have said how long he had wandered purgatory’s wastes. His mind remained unaltered in aimless travels, warped long before death spat in his face, but now his body had begun twisting in kind. Bony, spur-like protrusions emerged bit by bit, extending from his heels and apex of his ulna. His spine was likewise deforming, tiny bumps beneath his spotted coat visible along his dorsal crest. Though bone was not yet visible Mykola could feel a slight discomfort as growth continued, biting ever so slowly through his flesh until eventually he knew a row of new bony protrusions would appear. Like his vertebrae were teething. Heavy paws shuffled against rocky earth as he moped along, scattering pebbles under foot as he navigated treacherous cliffs. He couldn’t remember just how he’d come to wake here, fur smeared pink with old blood; result of one of Merrick’s rampages, no doubt. Mykola’s last memories were of gnawing hunger, usually when the Other took hold to hunt. It was impossible to say when it had happened or how long it had been, would have been difficult even back on earth. But time didn’t matter here and Mykola didn’t care anymore. Something stirring in his peripheral line of sight drew Mykola’s attention below, and he paused to get a better look at the fawn spotted creature wobbling to its feet. Some sort of deer, freshly arriving by its confused, half panicked expression. They always looked like that when they woke here, grass eaters. Even some predators thrashed into wakefulness still snarling in death’s clutches. Though Mykola himself hadn’t felt it, many seemed to find dying immensely disconcerting. He ambled a few steps closer, folding his limbs to let his belly rest against rough stone and draping his paw over the ledge. Should he so desire it would have been easy to descend upon the deer, crushing its spine beneath his weight; but his belly was still distended with whatever Merrick had slain and Mykola was in no spirit for bloodshed anyway, “So what ate you?” he inquired conversationally, flicking the tip of his long, bushy tail casually to one side.