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 Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 6:36 pm
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No sound came from the tiny silver butterfly as it made its way into the home. It passed many rooms in search for the one called Starry, soon making it into the female’s room. Lightly it flitted down, disappearing against her eyes and sending the Pae into dreamland.
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There wasn’t a day where she realized she was. She’d just always been. Laying there against the dark sky she brought light to the emptiness around her. Despite her solitude, she’d never felt alone or distressed about it. Instead, she’d been given a special place in the sky. The perfect spot to be able to watch a particular land’s time ebb and flow.
Water gave way to land, the night became day. Life appeared. It was all so fascinating to the little star in the sky. She watched them with innocent curiosity, watched the good and the bad. Love and betrayal, times of peace and war. For something that lived for centuries, it all seemed to pass so quickly for the little star.
Then it happened.
The little land she’d come to love and enjoy changed. It rumbled, shook, its occupants cried out like she hadn’t heard before. She felt a shift in the world’s magic and before she knew it, she was watching it tear apart.
She screamed, she cried. She’d never heard her own voice until this day. How could this happen!? What changed!? She felt herself reach out, wish with all her might that she might be able to do something. Then she felt hair against her, a falling sensation.
She blinked, seeing the sky above her with specs of rubble all around. The air was whipping her hair around her face, stealing the breath from her lungs. She turned to look and saw water and broken land below her. It was racing quickly towards her- she’d be dead if she didn’t do something quick.
Her wings caught the wind and jerked her decent to a slow down. She pumped with all her might, heart in her throat. Slowly her wings managed to land her safely to the land that had resettled itself, but it didn’t feel like everything was alright. She sat up and looked around, tears bursting from her eyes at the scene around her.
Broken bodies. Some crushed from the violent ripping, others from collisions with rocks and trees. Some were still breathing, others not so much. She saw a young child crying out for its mother, but no one came to comfort it. Where was its family? Had they all been displaced? She noticed many looked confused and unsure of themselves and the injured were going unattended to.
It was like some unseeing being had taken the land up into its hands and torn it to shreds. Bit by bit, the once impressive land was now just a shred of its former glory. Where had it all gone? What had happened here? From her perch in the sky this place had seemed so peaceful, so why this?
What was she to do now?
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What happens next?
It is up to you to finish Starry’s dream sequence!
You have until —May 2nd, 2018- to complete the task in order to move on to the next step.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2018 3:33 pm
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The little star wept, unsure of the liquid pouring from her eyes. It was not the waters she'd seen at the start of what she'd thought a utopia. It was not the rains that came from those now far off waters. It was something else entirely. The world around her was filled with a gore she'd never imagined possible, not once in the eternity she'd watched this land had it been this horrific. Never once had the little star imagined it'd be possible for it to have come to this.
Strange liquid continually streaming from her eyes, dripping from her chin, floating upwards once it'd left contact with the little star's body. She reached out to the child in the distance. There was no family left for the wailing one. The wailing one was too far. Unfamiliar with movement, she looked down to her feet. They looked so much like the feet of the beings that she'd watched grow from nothing to what they were before this... Whatever this horror was. How did they move? How could one move with such pain in their chest? Distracted for a brief moment, the little star looked to what were now her hands. Sparkling and twinkling as what she always knew herself to be. A star. Flecks and pieces floated off and sparkled, disappearing as they got far enough away from her, yet somehow never loosing herself.
The little star pressed her hand to her chest, an intense pain there from the sorrow of the land. It was the only explanation for this pain. It wouldn't have been the cracks forming as the little star's eyes scanned the lands again, it wouldn't have been the throbbing ache of falling from her spot so high above everything. Somehow, she needed to get to the wailing one. The little star huffed, trying to ignore the deep unsettling feeling that had made itself home in her chest. She winced, forcing herself to move. To use her oddly formed legs to get to the distant child, wailing for family. If she could just help that small one this land could be saved, right?
Unsure of her footing, the little star took her first steps towards the wailing one. Slowly she gained her balance, only to slip in something. She looked down, everything else was floating upwards and disappearing, but this.. This was a pool of the darkest red she'd witnessed.. It took her a moment to realize she was standing in a puddle of blood. A jolt ran through her as the realization struck, at the same time the collecting spot sucked her down, down deeper and deeper. She tried to scream but her mouth was filled with the awful liquid. She tried to fight, but the pressure squeezing her was almost enough to make her pop. Still she was dragged down, further and further until she could go no further. The little star finally gasped a breath, standing exactly where she was only a moment before. Everything was the same, at least until she stepped forward again.
Drip, drip, drop. Drip, drip, drop. In horror, she looked down to see that she was cloaked in congealing blood. The little star scrambled forward, trying to escape it. Somehow it was still pouring down each step she made. Yet still, everything floated away and faded off, but not this. This is where all the death and despair pooled and gathered. Yet still the wailing one was calling for it's mother. The little star felt that cry in her throbbing chest, pushing her towards the wailing one. She needed to save the little one. To at least comfort the wailing, to stop the sobs.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2018 4:16 pm
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Her now slick footing proved treacherous. The more she tried to make progress, the more it fought against her. She slipped and slid her way towards the wailing one, making next to no progress. The little star ran her hands first up her face, to through her hair. She was covered in the slowly crusting liquid, it wasn't even a concern as she continued forward. Still no progress was made, until a crack deepened in her chest. A sudden leap forward, she was so much closer to the wailing one. Close enough to hear the wailing one now.
Big fat tears ran down her small face, her pigtails swishing as she looked side to side. "MAAAAMAAA! Ma-" A hiccup from her sobs "Maaaa!" Everything was fine and then there was noise and so much movement and now she didn't know where she was. Taiyo buried her face into her hands, tiny shoulders trembling as she tried to wipe the tears that blurred her vision. "MA....MAAAA!"
The little star clutched at her chest for a moment, reaching out with her free hand to the wailing one. The one crying for it's mother. How could anything be calm amidst such tragedy? This had been such a calm land while she was so far above everything, and now it was.. It was full of broken bodies and dead things. Blood dripping from everywhere imaginable. She had to rescue the wailing one. It was the only way to stop this entire reality.
She reached out, trying to save the wailing one. Trying to reach it. Something. She had to stop this pain. The little one was just a small being. There was no way the wailing one deserved this torment. Surely, she who had sat by for eons and done nothing deserved it, but not the wailing one. Blood began to drip from the cracks in her chest, a stabbing pain began to accompany every movement. She stifled a whimper of pain, trying to cover some distance once more. She took a step forward, focused on the wailing one. So focused she missed the dead one above her. Something dripped, dribbled, on her shoulder. She paid it no mind until something with much more weight fell right where the liquid had first touched. The little star reached up to brush it off, to further her journey to the wailing one, when the object on her shoulder became so much more than just a leaf. In horror, she turned her head to the thing on her shoulder.
It was part of a body. Or rather, something that should have been inside a body. It was the intestines of something... Someone. Horror filled eyes slowly looked up, searching for the source of the innards that now adorned her shoulders and hair. The owner of the guts, he looked so familiar. So much like the wailing one, but so different. Was this the wailing one's missing father? Was the wailing one's family torn from them, the way she'd been torn from her resting spot in the sky? The cracks in her chest spread again, catapulting her forward, away from one of so many bodies, yet not removing anything she'd collected from them so far. She would continue to wear the intestines as a cloak as she moved towards the wailing one. She needed to save the wailing one!
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2018 4:43 pm
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The little star couldn't shake the ice blue eyes staring at her as their owner's guts slithered around her shoulders and atop her head. Her own green eyes stared blankly at where the yellow one's eyes had been. Tears started down her face once more, leaving behind streaks of flesh beneath. The more she dwelt on the sight of death from above, the more the liquid running down her face hurt. The flesh that had seen her through more time than could be counted, through the horrors of the land she loved, was burning and boiling off her face. Each drop of liquid deepening the wounds, creating burrowing holes in her flesh. The first time something hadn't evaporated from her, it was the strange burning hot liquid from her eyes. It fell to her chest, burning little holes where it touched. The droplets that didn't make it to her body fell to the ground, creating craters, chasms, ravines, she could never hope to cross.
Immense pain stabbed her chest once more as she was thrown forward. The cracks in her were beyond ignoring. With every move she felt as though she would fall apart. The land throbbed with each ragged breath she took, echoing within the cracks. She was more crack than being now. The crack, formerly little star, tried to step forward. Tried. Her foot connected with something solid. Something that wouldn't move when she touched it. She couldn't move around it, she couldn't move over it. It was simply in her way. The wailing one was so close, but there was this... This thing in her way. The crack could take no more, and collapsed in front of it.
Hesitant, she had to reach out. To see what was going to be the doom of the wailing one. It had two textures. Some odd long, yet soft and supple thing that was splayed out behind it, and some flesh like texture under it. As her fingers connected with the flesh of the object, her feet began to fracture and evaporate. She barely noticed it as she brushed the soft thing back. It... It was a head. She couldn't break her eyesight away from it. It was.. She knew this head. She knew who this belonged to. "DAMEON!!!!!" She screamed, falling apart as the realization of who was beheaded.
Starry sat bolt upright, fighting not to scream. Maybe she had been screaming, her husband was there with her. Panicked, she fumbled, reaching for him. Pulling herself close to her soulmate. "Dameon!" She needed to know he was alive. To know he wasn't dead. Star buried her face into his chest, needing his arms around her for more time than she could possibly ask for. Two breaths. Four, six. He was breathing, his heart was beating, his head was attached. Begging, she leaned back, looking him in the eye. "Taiyo... I ne- I need Taiyo" She stated clearly, not sure she'd be able to walk, but she needed to assure herself that one of their youngest was just as alive as Dame was.
The demon all but fell out of their shared bed as she rushed to assure that one of their youngest was still alive, was okay, was not searching for her family.
Fin
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