Floating Key
07-14-2017, 07:45 PM
i don't rise from the ashes, i make them.
This place is basically hell. After the Portal and when at least most of the Basin had showed up in more or less one piece, she’d taken off to explore. Was it stupid to travel alone? Yes, it definitely was stupid, but that doesn’t stop her. Raven stays curled on her back, and as she flies, she’s cautious. She’s still not sure what pieces of her magic are left from the soul-sucking Portal, though her rune is still there so she knows her resurrection is still around. She hasn’t tried to shift and for the moment, she’s not going to. Raven’s too weak to fly on his own, or so she thinks, and their bond is on the damn fritz. Plus, she has no idea what raven-eating creatures might be out for a nice fly with her today.
The place isn’t that big, or at least not that she can manage to get to. That’s probably deceiving, because there’s dark magic hanging all over this place like a clingy ex-girlfriend and then some. When the island comes into view, she’s almost convinced it’s a mirage. Some trick, like her mind just wants to see something real. It would make a terrible home for the Basiner’s, given that she has no clue how most of them would get here easily. It’s not really near much of anything that she can see. A shame, because if it’s as good as it looks….
Nothing is as good as it looks. Still, she lets herself drift down toward the island. It’s smells sweet and lovely and beautiful, so unlike everything else in this place. Her feet touch land and the place doesn’t immediately eat her. “Shall we?” she asks, and Raven gives a pathetic little chirp in response. He never chirps, he caws, loud and proud of everything he is. Worry creases her eyes for a brief moment before she plunges into the tropical paradise, wondering what’s about to eat her alive.
The place isn’t that big, or at least not that she can manage to get to. That’s probably deceiving, because there’s dark magic hanging all over this place like a clingy ex-girlfriend and then some. When the island comes into view, she’s almost convinced it’s a mirage. Some trick, like her mind just wants to see something real. It would make a terrible home for the Basiner’s, given that she has no clue how most of them would get here easily. It’s not really near much of anything that she can see. A shame, because if it’s as good as it looks….
Nothing is as good as it looks. Still, she lets herself drift down toward the island. It’s smells sweet and lovely and beautiful, so unlike everything else in this place. Her feet touch land and the place doesn’t immediately eat her. “Shall we?” she asks, and Raven gives a pathetic little chirp in response. He never chirps, he caws, loud and proud of everything he is. Worry creases her eyes for a brief moment before she plunges into the tropical paradise, wondering what’s about to eat her alive.
I'm the whole fucking fire.
- weaver -
Open to any!
