Post by Nagisa on May 14, 2015 6:21:47 GMT -5
A gust of wind rushed through a dark forest, tugging on leaves and branches alike, was in one case even strong enough to send a heavy object that hung from a weather worn hemp rope swinging. Softly the heavy thing swayed from side to side but remained otherwise motionless until a big black bird fluttered from a tall tree to land on what had once been the head of a young woman. It croaked twice, the sound echoing far in the empty woods and just as the last bit of sunlight began to die out the raven commenced its ghastly meal. Again and again it picked at the face of a person that could not have been dead for more than a few days.
In life her features must have been comely, for even after days of decay the taunt skin pronounced high cheekbones. Her full lips and eyes though had long since been eaten by other birds of prey. This particular raven was intent on inspecting whether there was still the slight chance that some choice bits had gone unsavored yet halted promptly to turn his head left and right. It croaked again once more and then spread its wings. Hesitatingly it waited for a second but then flew off to return to the tree. And a heartbeat later a whole in the sky opened, covered by nothing but a door of light.
Brashly the door was pushed aside and there was neither dignity nor grace to the woman who came tumbling out. Ten meters off the ground a human figure spilled into the cool night’s air, crashing into the nearest tree strong enough to send the corpse into full swing. Then the woman, without ever so much as a single sound, fell to the ground, breaking a few branches as she went. Hart the woman clad in black hit the ground and yet it barely elicited more than a soft grunt from her.
Finally, after a minute or two, and when the dead body had ceased its motion once more, began Nagisa to move. Her body hurt, felt filled with led, and stinging pain forced her to raise a hand and hold her head steady. The other made its way to her hip patted around once or twice as if looking for something. Suddenly the Chinda sucked in air, turned left and right and began to sieve through the grass and leaves frantically as she looked for something, only to finally feel the object of desire pressing painfully into her side.
Her sword was where it was supposed to be after all. Why had she worried so much?
Nagisa struggled to her feet. She was in the human world, and in Japan. Was that mount Fuji in the distance? Excellent, that meant she was close. Nagisa took a couple of steps, only to stumble and crash hard into a tree, clinging to it afterwards to prevent herself from falling. Her breathing came heavy and sweat stood on her brow as if she was fighting a fever.
“I am sick,” she mumbled and wiped at her forehead.
Indeed, you are. a sultry voice echoed through her head. But fear not, for I am the cure.
Nagisa shook her head meekly. “Taldeer…”
Taldeer can’t help you! In fact, if you ask me all she has ever done is hold you back! The Inner Hollow shook her head. She fed you the idea that you need love to grow strong. Bah! Did you learn nothing from Kiriko-nee? Was that little episode with Seryu not lecture enough? The voice had grown vicious and then disgusted. Now it took an almost dangerous tone though: Taldeer wont be joining us.
Again and again Nagisa shook her head, let go of the tree and started running aimlessly forth as if it meant she could escape the voice.
You’re so exhausting at times.
The Chinda stumbled, almost fell but then kept going.
A shame, truly. You’ve got such a capable body. Nagisa thought to feel how the Pale Lady licked over her lips. Just hand it over already.
Bursting out of the thicket Nagisa found herself in a small grove with a series of boulders that seemed almost as if they held a silent vigil for all those who had died within the forest. Out of breath the Chinda staggered, eventually slumping against one of the rocks. “No,” she whispered between every painful heave of her chest. “No, you can’t have it.”
Come on now… a second pain, an entirely different sensation, jolted the Chinda’s senses. Don’t be shy…
Throwing her head back Nagisa screamed in pain as tears of liquid porcelain ran down her cheeks.
“Stop, haven’t you done enough!?”
It is never enough.
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