Traversing the land of the Chaos the fae moved through the forest with an ambient deftness. He was in no rush, he in fact had no idea where he was going under the light of a full moon, even though nothing would stop him from following the sound he was hearing. Teralok was accustomed to this phenomenon at this point, coming to his senses in the dawn in some random location usually too close to a human settlement to find himself comfortable.
This night he moved through the trees only where he could go undisturbed, avoiding root clusters by walking and wildlife by moving through the earth around him. Anybody that found their eyes wandering across his visage might have mistaken him for a mirage or a ghost as he disappeared and reappeared behind every tree or obstacle. It was on nights like these when Teraloks body found itself at its most harmonious with the planet. No matter how many things bothered for his attention when the moon rose on these nights everything else went quiet and he heard only the howling of despair like a wind across the night sky.
It was a long night and as the dawn broke the sound of pain grew louder and louder, it felt as if he was on the right path but he had no intentions of actually getting there. It was the sound itself that drew him closer, he couldn’t ignore it, his eyes were pupilless until the morning sun, he didn’t even know where he was. Still every step drew him closer and soon waves of despair were crashing over him, a feeling that was always refreshing as he dwelled everyday in the beauty of nature. Like a splash of cold water he appreciated the reality of it, and somehow what he found himself looking at come sunrise.
A Selfish Mountain
Re: A Selfish Mountain
Looking down into the depths of the sea he felt the tremors of destruction that brought him here. Deep groans of collision that caused waves of terror to the sea life that were close enough in nature to hear it. Teralok felt an uneasiness about this source of darkness, this pool of fear filled waters, it was strange to Teralok as he could not separate his own fear from it.
However, this was not a warning sign for Teralok but an invitation. When it came to darkness of the human nature the warrior had no problem separating his own from their self serving interests. Teralok feared no darkness but his own so this terrible sound that he heard emanating from the depths of the Freshwater sea was nothing more than provocation for the adolescent fae. Stepping towards the waves he began to kneel to get closer to the sound just as the entire beach shook forward forcing him into the waters palms first. From there he felt the subtle movements of the shifting continent like they were right next to his ear. Blatantly grating at his mind as if breaking his consciousness would ease the tension, Teralok recoiled as if the water were melting him.
It was as if the water themselves were begging for help. The same reason he stayed away from human settlements, except there were no human affairs here. The tendency of humans to get so riled up and dramatic over menial things drove him crazy. It was a sound that Teralok wished to consume unbiasedly but that usually ended up killing them. This was different, somehow he knew he could stop this terrible sound and there were no humans in the way as collateral. Standing to his full height his body flashed a deep purple light before coalescing it quickly into a film across the surface of his body.
This was one of techniques he perfected in the hellish stomach of the Verano Sand Worm. Keeping his bodily structure stable and sound amidst anything in nature that could passively erode away at his skin. On top of keeping himself together it also took care of absorbing any vibrations from leaving his interactions with the world around him. On land it was a basic part of any stealth technique he employed, in the water it worked overtime absorbing more than twice as much sound to subvert his presence. In this circumstance overtime could have been an understatement as it would keep the warrior from succumbing to the intense emotional wavelengths that he was diving into.
Preparing for launch even further the sand tightened and hardened with a wave of his hand, and his position shifted disproportionately to his shuffling feet casting him further and deeper into ground stretching the platform he created at a decomposing rate. Teralok had to create as much tension as he could to even get close to the source of the sound he was seeking, even though it was painful, he was adept enough at echolocation to garner direction and approximate distance. The only inefficiency would be his lack of experience with the medium of water, still, it would only take one more thorough enough scan to triangulate its position.
The only sound giving away his departure would have been the sand sprinkling back down naturally onto the beach. Teralok was flying far above the waters before the last grain settled, in the blink of an eye invoking the buoyancy of its natural form as he released it from its superimposed position.
However, this was not a warning sign for Teralok but an invitation. When it came to darkness of the human nature the warrior had no problem separating his own from their self serving interests. Teralok feared no darkness but his own so this terrible sound that he heard emanating from the depths of the Freshwater sea was nothing more than provocation for the adolescent fae. Stepping towards the waves he began to kneel to get closer to the sound just as the entire beach shook forward forcing him into the waters palms first. From there he felt the subtle movements of the shifting continent like they were right next to his ear. Blatantly grating at his mind as if breaking his consciousness would ease the tension, Teralok recoiled as if the water were melting him.
It was as if the water themselves were begging for help. The same reason he stayed away from human settlements, except there were no human affairs here. The tendency of humans to get so riled up and dramatic over menial things drove him crazy. It was a sound that Teralok wished to consume unbiasedly but that usually ended up killing them. This was different, somehow he knew he could stop this terrible sound and there were no humans in the way as collateral. Standing to his full height his body flashed a deep purple light before coalescing it quickly into a film across the surface of his body.
This was one of techniques he perfected in the hellish stomach of the Verano Sand Worm. Keeping his bodily structure stable and sound amidst anything in nature that could passively erode away at his skin. On top of keeping himself together it also took care of absorbing any vibrations from leaving his interactions with the world around him. On land it was a basic part of any stealth technique he employed, in the water it worked overtime absorbing more than twice as much sound to subvert his presence. In this circumstance overtime could have been an understatement as it would keep the warrior from succumbing to the intense emotional wavelengths that he was diving into.
Preparing for launch even further the sand tightened and hardened with a wave of his hand, and his position shifted disproportionately to his shuffling feet casting him further and deeper into ground stretching the platform he created at a decomposing rate. Teralok had to create as much tension as he could to even get close to the source of the sound he was seeking, even though it was painful, he was adept enough at echolocation to garner direction and approximate distance. The only inefficiency would be his lack of experience with the medium of water, still, it would only take one more thorough enough scan to triangulate its position.
The only sound giving away his departure would have been the sand sprinkling back down naturally onto the beach. Teralok was flying far above the waters before the last grain settled, in the blink of an eye invoking the buoyancy of its natural form as he released it from its superimposed position.
Re: A Selfish Mountain
Flying through the sky was a different feeling for Teralok, always being bound to the comfort of his senses he never left the ground for fear of being blind. The current circumstances provided no such comfort, on the contrary, the object of his discomfort had been burned into his mind so thoroughly he decided to forego his biggest fears in order to confront it. Even though he had more than enough time to contemplate his decision his focus never left his target.
SPLASH!!!
The impact was more disorienting than Teralok had ever experienced, bracing against the impact of a body of water was never something the warrior had to endure and being in the midst of such a fluid substance was never something he imagined. The resulting wave was enormous, recoiling the water hundreds of feet in the air in proportions to his flailing speed and tremendous weight. He usually compensated for his gravity with his natural ability to commune with the earth, but he was completely useless against the density of fluid. Needless to say, he sank like the mineral laden creature that he was, besides the bubbles, the ringing trapped against his dense structure provided him every type of sensory deprivation he was afraid of. He missed the colorful floral patterns of the reef, the fish and the natural wildlife scattered violently at his mutual silent intrusion. All of this he shut his eyes to as he did his best to find a focal point amidst the ringing metal and rushing water, he would find no solace until his weighted body thudded against the sea floor.
SPLASH!!!
The impact was more disorienting than Teralok had ever experienced, bracing against the impact of a body of water was never something the warrior had to endure and being in the midst of such a fluid substance was never something he imagined. The resulting wave was enormous, recoiling the water hundreds of feet in the air in proportions to his flailing speed and tremendous weight. He usually compensated for his gravity with his natural ability to commune with the earth, but he was completely useless against the density of fluid. Needless to say, he sank like the mineral laden creature that he was, besides the bubbles, the ringing trapped against his dense structure provided him every type of sensory deprivation he was afraid of. He missed the colorful floral patterns of the reef, the fish and the natural wildlife scattered violently at his mutual silent intrusion. All of this he shut his eyes to as he did his best to find a focal point amidst the ringing metal and rushing water, he would find no solace until his weighted body thudded against the sea floor.
Re: A Selfish Mountain
When he finally opened his eyes the sight before him was breathtaking, as a figure of speech only. Contrarily, he couldn’t continue his regular intake of oils and minerals until he felt stable enough on the floor of the seabed. The roots of his energy seeping deep beneath the surface into the bedrock to sustain a secure connection.
Fish of all sorts, plant life he could have never imagined filled his vision. The light trickling down from the surface was a small solace next to the vivid nature of the underwater environment.
Still all of it a mere distraction to the true nature of his journey.
Propping himself upright through sheer control of his earthly ingredients he gradually got used to functioning through a medium that he couldn’t subvert. The ease and comfort of the planets mantle was a cakewalk to the pressures and currents of the sea.
The change in environment lead Teralok to the realization of just how much he diverted the heaviness of the depths of the planet in comparison. His willpower surely shifted everything but reality around him as he knew the mightiness of Vescrutia to be more weight than this liquid provided.
Before much more introspection could occur he saw it, a trench seperating the two continents above, deeper than the seabed he was on and dark enough to keep it void of ordinary life loving creatures that needed the light of the sun to exist. Teralok made his way towards it, slowly, obsessively, driven by a gnawing sensation to end the aching sounds of the growing grating tectonic plates that still hadn’t ceased below him.
Fish of all sorts, plant life he could have never imagined filled his vision. The light trickling down from the surface was a small solace next to the vivid nature of the underwater environment.
Still all of it a mere distraction to the true nature of his journey.
Propping himself upright through sheer control of his earthly ingredients he gradually got used to functioning through a medium that he couldn’t subvert. The ease and comfort of the planets mantle was a cakewalk to the pressures and currents of the sea.
The change in environment lead Teralok to the realization of just how much he diverted the heaviness of the depths of the planet in comparison. His willpower surely shifted everything but reality around him as he knew the mightiness of Vescrutia to be more weight than this liquid provided.
Before much more introspection could occur he saw it, a trench seperating the two continents above, deeper than the seabed he was on and dark enough to keep it void of ordinary life loving creatures that needed the light of the sun to exist. Teralok made his way towards it, slowly, obsessively, driven by a gnawing sensation to end the aching sounds of the growing grating tectonic plates that still hadn’t ceased below him.
Re: A Selfish Mountain
Standing on the edge of the abyss he looked down into it's depths, his entire focus swallowed up by the visceral tangible feeling of solitude it emanated. It resonated with the mountain intimately, engorging his spirit in the bleak silence of it's darkness. A blatant contradiction of the cry that called him here, the result of which was maddening to the earthly warrior.
The warrior girded his body with pressure upon pressure in response, multiplying the density of his harmonics to the point of red hot consistency. His chest glowed subtly, growing in brightness as Teralok formulated his reply to the aching pain of the deep. Aiming into the deepest corner of the chasm he let loose his cry along it's ridge, a cry so deep and guttural his chest rippled and cracked into his jaw with the tension it created. Unsurprisingly as the light gradually left his body with his bellow, the deep responded in kind, cracking along it's course, concentrating at a single point that burst open into a glowing plume of magma.
Ignited, finally, the pool of heat grew between the fissure, releasing the tension into a melting pot that grew with the relief of the surrounding grinding tectonic plates. With an amount of growth undefined and incalculable between these continents through the millennia, the heat and pressure showed no signs of slowing its accumulation. The whining however, had finally begun to wane, the pain released into a growing pocket of liquid magma, and Teralok's final approach begun after he gleaned a desirable outcome as a result of his actions.
Bounding into the trench, he slid down it's ridges, dust and debris clouding his descent with murky waters. His senses tantalized at the discovery of the metal and mineral rich deposit he had unearthed. Mouth widening in anticipation to the point of unhinging, the jagged cracks in his chest began to give way to a toothy gullet that he barely exposed to the surface world, the last time being the demise of a few human souls. Going from a slide to a feverish bloodthirsty gallop he reached the glowing red opening with very little grace.
The water boiled, ash and debris ascended into the sea around him as he plunged his manifesting claws into the melting seabed and Teralok begun inhaling. Excavating the fumes of sulfur and iron from the water, ravishing the ground he nearly pulled the seabed from it's mantle as he consumed the molten earth into the seemingly bottomless gut of dark pressure inside of him. The heat flowing seamlessly into his skin infecting his earthy body into refining every ounce of material within him, scorching and burning the raw materials inside of him into hardened amalgamations of his former composition. Whatever pain came with the process was welcome to the empty seemingly deprived soldier of the planet and he would not stop until every ounce of affliction was exhumed from the ground.
The warrior girded his body with pressure upon pressure in response, multiplying the density of his harmonics to the point of red hot consistency. His chest glowed subtly, growing in brightness as Teralok formulated his reply to the aching pain of the deep. Aiming into the deepest corner of the chasm he let loose his cry along it's ridge, a cry so deep and guttural his chest rippled and cracked into his jaw with the tension it created. Unsurprisingly as the light gradually left his body with his bellow, the deep responded in kind, cracking along it's course, concentrating at a single point that burst open into a glowing plume of magma.
Ignited, finally, the pool of heat grew between the fissure, releasing the tension into a melting pot that grew with the relief of the surrounding grinding tectonic plates. With an amount of growth undefined and incalculable between these continents through the millennia, the heat and pressure showed no signs of slowing its accumulation. The whining however, had finally begun to wane, the pain released into a growing pocket of liquid magma, and Teralok's final approach begun after he gleaned a desirable outcome as a result of his actions.
Bounding into the trench, he slid down it's ridges, dust and debris clouding his descent with murky waters. His senses tantalized at the discovery of the metal and mineral rich deposit he had unearthed. Mouth widening in anticipation to the point of unhinging, the jagged cracks in his chest began to give way to a toothy gullet that he barely exposed to the surface world, the last time being the demise of a few human souls. Going from a slide to a feverish bloodthirsty gallop he reached the glowing red opening with very little grace.
The water boiled, ash and debris ascended into the sea around him as he plunged his manifesting claws into the melting seabed and Teralok begun inhaling. Excavating the fumes of sulfur and iron from the water, ravishing the ground he nearly pulled the seabed from it's mantle as he consumed the molten earth into the seemingly bottomless gut of dark pressure inside of him. The heat flowing seamlessly into his skin infecting his earthy body into refining every ounce of material within him, scorching and burning the raw materials inside of him into hardened amalgamations of his former composition. Whatever pain came with the process was welcome to the empty seemingly deprived soldier of the planet and he would not stop until every ounce of affliction was exhumed from the ground.
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