Post by Celephai on Aug 16, 2011 22:50:23 GMT -5
Far from Wistvale, where the grass and foliage had long ago been choked out and swept away by the wind, stalked a certain madness. Celephai was hunting. Not for food, as she had already eaten, but for pieces of the place from whence she came. Out here, people did what they wished, worshiped how and what they wanted, and could seek the deepest of depravities without anyone even batting an eye. Here, alien and bizarre creatures had been wrought forth from their place amid the stars (some against their will) and now roamed freely.
This was as close to home as she would be for a long, long time. Ruins of civilizations wiped out eons ago jutted out of the ashy soil: a dessicated reminder of pride and greed. Celephai knew only faint memories of their names. Lingering whispers of memory from before her birth here. Now, she was simply looking for pieces of her real home a shattered statuette here, a worn husk there, a fragmented tablet of some ancient, forgotten language... but nothing truly from her place of origin.
She took a moment, sitting upon a worn and shattered pillar, to reflect upon a few tenuous threads some would call memories...
Dancing. Dancing upon the minute fractals of light, noise terrible and enthralling, piping, whistling amid the deep thrumming of cosmic drums. This was a court: a massive shrine dedicated to a thing that dreamed eternally. She was dancing for it, lulling it to deeper and deeper sleep. She'd danced for many eons upon ens and naught, all to satisfy the dreams of a higher being. Celephai danced to the heights of ecstasy, never stopping or halting for a moment. Then... noise, a screaming, and before she knew-
Awake. She'd drifted off to sleep. Noon had arrived, not that one could tell in this darkened place. The clouds overhead blocked out much of the sun's rays, save for a few pale slivers that had their warmth stolen from them. Celephai sat on her haunches, content for the moment to survey this dead place, with a dead name.
This was as close to home as she would be for a long, long time. Ruins of civilizations wiped out eons ago jutted out of the ashy soil: a dessicated reminder of pride and greed. Celephai knew only faint memories of their names. Lingering whispers of memory from before her birth here. Now, she was simply looking for pieces of her real home a shattered statuette here, a worn husk there, a fragmented tablet of some ancient, forgotten language... but nothing truly from her place of origin.
She took a moment, sitting upon a worn and shattered pillar, to reflect upon a few tenuous threads some would call memories...
Dancing. Dancing upon the minute fractals of light, noise terrible and enthralling, piping, whistling amid the deep thrumming of cosmic drums. This was a court: a massive shrine dedicated to a thing that dreamed eternally. She was dancing for it, lulling it to deeper and deeper sleep. She'd danced for many eons upon ens and naught, all to satisfy the dreams of a higher being. Celephai danced to the heights of ecstasy, never stopping or halting for a moment. Then... noise, a screaming, and before she knew-
Awake. She'd drifted off to sleep. Noon had arrived, not that one could tell in this darkened place. The clouds overhead blocked out much of the sun's rays, save for a few pale slivers that had their warmth stolen from them. Celephai sat on her haunches, content for the moment to survey this dead place, with a dead name.