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The first person I saw in the midst of today's fog, or, at least, the first person to approach me, was Ourania. She was badly hurt, it looked like. There were wounds all over her...I walked her to a tree to help her get her mask on...And I walked her to a slab halfway back. I hoped she'd stay there; she could barely move...And I didn't want to lose one friend in defense of another. To my relief, I never saw her enter the field of battle, even though she watched from nearby. That's fine, though, since she was safe.
I?...I may not have been in the best shape, but my one attribute in a battle is my endurance. I'll manage. I went out to take a place by Dag's side to defend him.
I confided in Verve, since she was there... That I was still afraid. Afraid that, even though I'd tried and struggled in spite of myself... I was still scared. These battles, this struggle...It all made me sick, with the wrongness of it all. Being necessary isn't the same as being right... Or is that the words of a perennial coward?
The battle seemed much more relaxed than last time...Or maybe, because the timing was different, the different people producing a different flow of battle. Oh, there were times I, too, had to battle intensely, moments where the front line couldn't manage it, and the creatures would come leaping, fangs bared, out of the fog. They were foglike themselves, at once clear and indistinct; shape, to them, was just another way to attack, another way to give rise to fear. But just as often, the fighting would be so far away that I didn't even know if there was fighting going on -- it was all indistinct running, hoofbeats like distant thunder. I was awed by them, those fiery waves that raged like tsunamis, the frothy tide of allies roaring in.
During breaks, I'd check people; friends like Saosin or Verve for certain, and for the people I didn't know, I'd pick people who I hadn't seen checked by somebody else, as many of them as I felt I could.
This is my backup account for misschevious. This account holds one of my characters so it will also be used to log into the forest. Just wanted to let you guys know first before something would happen to the other account. I will be posting a copy of the biographies of both characters I have for future references and just in case anything happens.
"I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
Till there's nothing left inside my soul
As empty as that beating drum
But the sound has just begun."
"No one knows the true extent of waiting, the slow sickening slide of hours, the knowledge that what comes next will decide everything. The seconds tick away leaving a trail as gruesome and as crucial as blood flowing from severed veins. With every beat of the hands I can feel it build within me, as insistent as the beat of a war drum. Adrenaline builds, sounds quicken, darkness will fall. And this time we know. Something is out there. Among the dandelions phantom images fight out the past battle. They flicker as they fade in and out of existence. Slowly the battles of my past appear, blending so tightly to the hills that they cannot be torn apart. Red seeps deep into the soil branching up into every living thing crawling like veins. The fog swirls around, drawn to my skin cloaking me in shadow. The insistent buzz of flies climbs upward. I've waited years for a fight like this. I'm ready. "
"I can hear this beat it fills my head up
And gets louder and louder
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder"
The doe was not disappointed. The creatures came in waves, burned blacked husks made from brittle wood, razor filled maws. Weak as they looked they leveled to ground, bursting in to licking fire and smothering ash. Deer whirled around her in a dance of death. 40 or so against thousands, odds stacked higher than the skies. The beat of Lilith's heart filled her head. Back home she had carved a a hole for herself, her reputation did not lie. They had feared her with all that they had.
