Post by Asphodel on Dec 13, 2010 22:54:30 GMT -5
Snowflakes, gently caught by the churning breath of wind, danced and and fluttered into and out of argent shapes, scintillating and resplendent as they glistened in the moonlight against the the dark emerald-black drape of sky and forest and glittered there, for a moment, before settling gently to the soft, green earth with all the sickly sweetness of an overwitten sentence.
Already, the forest was healing itself from the fires and lava flows. In the ugly gashes left by the molten rock, already green shoots had begun to appear. And She had appeared too, another life created by the forest that had already created so much.
She looked out over the white-on-black-over-green perfection, and saw that it was revolting. Her eyes, an inky black startling in their intensity, narrowed. She could hardly blame him for the destruction he had caused. It was only natural that one such as he would be a destroyer. After all, destruction was as much a part of nature as creation, death as much a part of nature as birth, so she did not condemn him for this. After all, eventually the very forces that created her would destroy her as well.
Still, something wasn't right. As the snow mixed with the ashes of dead and dying trees, she knew something was still out of balance, unnatural. She needed to restore nature to what it should be. It would be up to her to be the unsung champion of nature. To bring an end to those who would pervert the true order of things.
As she surveyed the scene her eyes fell on a patch of white flowers. Asphodel. Perfect. She would be the Royal Staff, the King's Spear. She would be a portend of death for the sick who would dare to step out of the circle of creation and destruction. Those who would ignore the cycle of life and death. Those who would blur the line between man and beast.
Asphodel used her natural magic reflexively, causing herself to become clad in the manner of a mortal. She would have to venture among them and decide who among them, if any, could be trusted to do as nature intended. She moved toward the portal, intent on beginning her quest immediately, in not losing a second.DERP!
Already, the forest was healing itself from the fires and lava flows. In the ugly gashes left by the molten rock, already green shoots had begun to appear. And She had appeared too, another life created by the forest that had already created so much.
She looked out over the white-on-black-over-green perfection, and saw that it was revolting. Her eyes, an inky black startling in their intensity, narrowed. She could hardly blame him for the destruction he had caused. It was only natural that one such as he would be a destroyer. After all, destruction was as much a part of nature as creation, death as much a part of nature as birth, so she did not condemn him for this. After all, eventually the very forces that created her would destroy her as well.
Still, something wasn't right. As the snow mixed with the ashes of dead and dying trees, she knew something was still out of balance, unnatural. She needed to restore nature to what it should be. It would be up to her to be the unsung champion of nature. To bring an end to those who would pervert the true order of things.
As she surveyed the scene her eyes fell on a patch of white flowers. Asphodel. Perfect. She would be the Royal Staff, the King's Spear. She would be a portend of death for the sick who would dare to step out of the circle of creation and destruction. Those who would ignore the cycle of life and death. Those who would blur the line between man and beast.
Asphodel used her natural magic reflexively, causing herself to become clad in the manner of a mortal. She would have to venture among them and decide who among them, if any, could be trusted to do as nature intended. She moved toward the portal, intent on beginning her quest immediately, in not losing a second.DERP!