Post by Admin on Aug 9, 2016 8:59:47 GMT -5
It’s been quite a few nights since Amarante has gotten real sleep. In fact, she can scarcely remember the last time she had a decent night’s rest. But then.. she has been having trouble remembering a lot of things as of late. She remembered Liyana’s face, her voice, the fact Amarante knew her as a hunter… but not her name. So she resorted to calling her Hunter for the time being, until the name popped into her head. Z’harus..she had trouble remembering that he was now wed to Iduna.. for a small time all she could remember was her hatred of the man. Armantiel.. she couldn’t remember the staff he always carries around, the one she was so familiar with. It was as if brand new to her. The way to Silver Bazaar, she couldn’t even recall that.
She knows she is slowly losing her mind, her sanity. And soon.. she knows she will be no more than a husk of what she once was. The memories are there, but it is a supreme effort to recall some things.
~It’s quite the dilemma, isn’t it?~
The soft, hissing voice comes across her consciousness. Once more she finds herself sitting in that wind swept field, her head bowed down as she stares at her quaking hands. The voice of the Primal known as Garuda resonates from all around her.
~You’re supposed to be this valiant knight.. and yet slowly you are forgetting even the most basic of sword stances. Is that why you’re giving away all your stuff, little landwalker?~
Now the visage of Garuda emerges before Amartante, her wings spread as she crouches in front of the Elezen.
~Have you at last resigned yourself to your fate? To being Garuda’s host? After all these moons… finally have you given up fighting it?~
A low hissing chuckle comes from the Garuda before her. Amarante shakes her head sadly as she sits there in the grass, turning her hands slowly as she stares at them, as if to study them. As if this were the first time she had beheld them. “I would never give up a fight.. even one I knew I could not win. I would never truly stop fighting.”
A high pitch chortle escapes from the Garuda here as she now pushes herself up, and then her wings flap once, her form lifting into the air.
~Yes, yes continue to fight Garuda. Continue to try and hold her at bay, try and keep her from devouring your very soul. For you know..once Garuda has laid claim to you.. you belong to her. And your friends.. your supposed family…~
Now all around Amarante there are shadows cast, the shadows extending from her own. The shadows then seem to stand up on end and slowly take shape. Amorphous blobs of black a moment, and then forming into the visages of those she recalls the most in her mind. Iduna, Armantiel, Iiyana, Aly, Eseone, Talon (even though she forgot about him for a bit), Lirakus, F’reiyl.. even Z’harus. All of them staring at her. And as this Garuda lands behind them all, one by one they explode into dark colored dust.
~Will be killed, by your own hand.~
She walks slowly around the circle, each of the visions disintegrating. Garuda gets to Z’harus, and grins as she casually swipes a claw through his form, and it turns to dust.
~This one I think we both would enjoy slaughtering, hm?~
Another high pitched chuckle comes forth, and Amarante just sits there with her eyes tightly closed. This is utter torture for her. To be so powerless, to not be able to fight. She has yet to tell her friends of all this… for she fears bringing danger to them. But.. how much longer can she hide her faltering mind from them..
~Garuda is being very patient in this, little Elezen. Little landwalker.~
Garuda now stands behind Amarante as she continues, a wide grin on her lips.
~You are beaten. What could you possibly do to stop Garuda? She owns you.~
Slowly Amarante's eyes open as she sits on her couch, her eyes staring into the fire of her hearth. The visions are getting stronger.. she had hoped all this was her imagination, projections of her withering mind. She can not allow this.
What can she possibly do? What will she do.. anything. A hand comes up, and she rubs her forehead lightly. She remembers Garuda's words.. she is just behind her eyes..
She knows she is slowly losing her mind, her sanity. And soon.. she knows she will be no more than a husk of what she once was. The memories are there, but it is a supreme effort to recall some things.
~It’s quite the dilemma, isn’t it?~
The soft, hissing voice comes across her consciousness. Once more she finds herself sitting in that wind swept field, her head bowed down as she stares at her quaking hands. The voice of the Primal known as Garuda resonates from all around her.
~You’re supposed to be this valiant knight.. and yet slowly you are forgetting even the most basic of sword stances. Is that why you’re giving away all your stuff, little landwalker?~
Now the visage of Garuda emerges before Amartante, her wings spread as she crouches in front of the Elezen.
~Have you at last resigned yourself to your fate? To being Garuda’s host? After all these moons… finally have you given up fighting it?~
A low hissing chuckle comes from the Garuda before her. Amarante shakes her head sadly as she sits there in the grass, turning her hands slowly as she stares at them, as if to study them. As if this were the first time she had beheld them. “I would never give up a fight.. even one I knew I could not win. I would never truly stop fighting.”
A high pitch chortle escapes from the Garuda here as she now pushes herself up, and then her wings flap once, her form lifting into the air.
~Yes, yes continue to fight Garuda. Continue to try and hold her at bay, try and keep her from devouring your very soul. For you know..once Garuda has laid claim to you.. you belong to her. And your friends.. your supposed family…~
Now all around Amarante there are shadows cast, the shadows extending from her own. The shadows then seem to stand up on end and slowly take shape. Amorphous blobs of black a moment, and then forming into the visages of those she recalls the most in her mind. Iduna, Armantiel, Iiyana, Aly, Eseone, Talon (even though she forgot about him for a bit), Lirakus, F’reiyl.. even Z’harus. All of them staring at her. And as this Garuda lands behind them all, one by one they explode into dark colored dust.
~Will be killed, by your own hand.~
She walks slowly around the circle, each of the visions disintegrating. Garuda gets to Z’harus, and grins as she casually swipes a claw through his form, and it turns to dust.
~This one I think we both would enjoy slaughtering, hm?~
Another high pitched chuckle comes forth, and Amarante just sits there with her eyes tightly closed. This is utter torture for her. To be so powerless, to not be able to fight. She has yet to tell her friends of all this… for she fears bringing danger to them. But.. how much longer can she hide her faltering mind from them..
~Garuda is being very patient in this, little Elezen. Little landwalker.~
Garuda now stands behind Amarante as she continues, a wide grin on her lips.
~You are beaten. What could you possibly do to stop Garuda? She owns you.~
Slowly Amarante's eyes open as she sits on her couch, her eyes staring into the fire of her hearth. The visions are getting stronger.. she had hoped all this was her imagination, projections of her withering mind. She can not allow this.
What can she possibly do? What will she do.. anything. A hand comes up, and she rubs her forehead lightly. She remembers Garuda's words.. she is just behind her eyes..