#thespellweaver

Don't fuckin' @ me, stubbornness is a GREAT quality.

For instance, I'm extremely skilled at not dying! And barring that, coming back from the dead! After doing it like, twice--three times? Three times--I'm pretty much a pro.

Hozier Lyrics, Unreal Unearth Edition starters | accepting but slow

The question was met with a laugh that held very little mirth, to start. More of a surprised sound, hollow, followed by silence.

And finally an unwinding kind of sigh. Tension release, followed by a quieter laugh which held a little more life. More honesty. "It's a lot, you know? Chosen by a god to die for everyone? Being convinced to go against fate because it's really unfair?" And in those terms, it really sounded silly. Stupid.

@thespellweaver:

She hefts a sigh in relief when he picked up, that had rung a few too many times and she was afraid she’d squandered her call.

“Prompto?” She squealed out, “where are you?”

“Uh.”  It’s becoming increasingly clear that something is very wrong and that he needs to remember to breathe if he doesn’t want anxiety to cover him like a crashing wave.  “Close to Hammerhead right now...”

Closed starter: @thespellweaver

      His eyes had been covered and he frowned at the current situation he was in. “Why in the name of Din did I agree to this, where are you even taking me?” He wasn’t normally one for surprises but he had known Aqua a long time and knew she held no ill will towards him. This surprise would most assuredly not end in an attempt on his life.

I remember drawing that when PoGo first came out!!!!

Then he woke up in this dark place. A place cut off from reality it seemed. With ichor black shadows writhing and moving. He instinctively knew this place was the Dark Realm. After awareness came the realization that he was changed. Looking at what he had become caused rage and anger to consume him. He couldn't go back like this! He felt empty, like a part of himself was gone that he never knew he'd had in the first place! He didn't know how long he'd raged about, carving a path of destruction. It was only until he realized his emotions were being influenced by his new state of being did he calm down with a herculean effort. The question remained however. What did he do now?

Through experimentation he had discovered he could create portals. He found himself quietly watching Tifa from the shadows, wishing he had the strength to speak with her. But he could not. How could he show himself as he was? His objective became clear. He had to find a way to reclaim what was missing. So he returned to the Dark Place to start his search. Somewhere inside him, he felt a pull. It was his only lead.

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How long had he been here wandering the Dark Place? Days? Weeks? Months? He did not know. The creatures that dwelled here, these Darklings gave him a wide berth. He studied them. They always watched him but they did not harass him. Perhaps they recognized him as kin? Or was it some primal part of them that told them he was an Apex Predator? He did not know. But then one day something changed. It was as if the entire realm seemed to come alive. He could feel the pull. The hunger. The pull to devour the light. Someone else was in this place. Clamping tightly down on his new instincts, he quietly followed through the air on wings of shadow.

He found a woman with blue hair surrounded by darklings.

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He ignored the growing urge. Instead he dove down from above like a comet, slamming into the ground with wings curled. With a grunt he snapped his wings out like a fan, sending the encroaching darklings flying back. A particularly gutsy darkling lunged for the girl once more, and his left arm lashes out, clawed hand clenching around the creature's neck. With a grunt he clenched his fist and the creature was no more. Yellow eyes panned to the darklings that were hesitating now. He let loose an animalistic savage growl from his throat, an inhuman sound like a roar from a demonic beast.

"Back. Off!" He snapped with fangs bared. The darklings retreated to whatever corners of the Dark Place they came from. Turning, he regarded the woman before him with yellow eyes gleaming. Even now he felt the urge. Sensed the heart within. He ignored it.