PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
A 1x1 fantasy RP between @Eli and myself.
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PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
@Eli
Braxton (Brax) Devereaux sat in his home on a regular Wednesday evening in his small town. He sat in his bedroom, alone with a book and his thoughts. Unlike most people he knew, Braxton was reading a non-fictional book, as opposed to a fictional work. He had no time for stories and make-believe lands that made no sense to him. His father and step-mother had raised him to not believe in any of it, completely destroying his imagination. Though it hasn't killed his curiosity. His little sister, Hope, on the other hand, was a stronger believer in all things mystical and "fake." Then again...most little girls are. As Braxton flipped through the pages of his book quietly, he heard his father in the next room, drinking as usual and yelling foul language at nothing. His step-mother was somewhere in the house, smoking a cigarette, no doubt. She always "forgot" Braxton and Hope were bothered by smoke...oh well. Braxton closed his book and set it aside. The moment his eyes glanced up, he felt it again...forgive the narrator here (me!) for neglecting to mention it...but lately, something had been bothering him...some kind of outside force kept egging him on to something...like it was calling him. Reaching for him...what was it?
Braxton (Brax) Devereaux sat in his home on a regular Wednesday evening in his small town. He sat in his bedroom, alone with a book and his thoughts. Unlike most people he knew, Braxton was reading a non-fictional book, as opposed to a fictional work. He had no time for stories and make-believe lands that made no sense to him. His father and step-mother had raised him to not believe in any of it, completely destroying his imagination. Though it hasn't killed his curiosity. His little sister, Hope, on the other hand, was a stronger believer in all things mystical and "fake." Then again...most little girls are. As Braxton flipped through the pages of his book quietly, he heard his father in the next room, drinking as usual and yelling foul language at nothing. His step-mother was somewhere in the house, smoking a cigarette, no doubt. She always "forgot" Braxton and Hope were bothered by smoke...oh well. Braxton closed his book and set it aside. The moment his eyes glanced up, he felt it again...forgive the narrator here (me!) for neglecting to mention it...but lately, something had been bothering him...some kind of outside force kept egging him on to something...like it was calling him. Reaching for him...what was it?
Eli
The Breathing Master
@PenBlade1326
Soft oranges and pinks were smudged against a cloudless morning sky, and the firebirds and fairies danced gracefully through the sparse forest canopy. The sun was just beginning to yawn into existence, and many of the forest dwellers were stirring from their slumber. Others had just tucked in to rest, after spending the whole night merry-making with their fellows.
One inhabitant stepped delicately through the underbrush, taking care not to disturb any dens. The dewy leaves crackled pleasantly underhoof, and the crisp morning air refreshed his lungs. Occasionally he would dip his head in greeting if he passed a faun or a fairy. He was Alostag, a centaur, and was one of the longest inhabitants of the misty forest under the mountain. He was tall and powerfully built, and carried himself proudly through the territory he had tended to for forty long years.
Every movement he made was a serene one; his lips were quirked into a placid smile, and his eyes were bright and joyful. He paused by the river to greet the water dragon, and then meandered towards a clearing where sweet grass thrived. It was then, as he munched on the dewy blades and admired the brightening sky, that he sensed something was off. Wrong. Different.
Alostag was well-acquainted with normal, familiar, routine. That was what he lived, breathed, and had learned to enjoy over the decades. But different was a strange, elusive beast, and the centaur paused mid-chew to scan his surroundings. Nothing was wrong, except everything had gone silent. Unnaturally so; even in the forest’s quiet moments, if one strained to hear it, one could discern the nearly-imperceptible scuffling or sniffling or chattering of someone. But it seemed as if everything had fled the area, or had gone deathly still.
He lifted himself onto his four limber legs and cautiously trotted towards where he didn’t hear any disturbances. And then he felt it, like a blast of cold wind, and it ran down his spine like a million icy ants. The air itself was taut with some unknown force, but ahead of him, just beyond the grass, was something unlike he had ever seen before.
It wasn’t necessarily dangerous looking, but the sheer strangeness it emitted was enough to make Alostag halt in his tracks. A shimmering wall, there but not there, had materialized into thin air. It glistened and rippled like the surface of a pond, and if he squinted, Alostag thought he could see something coming out of it. Against his better judgment, the centaur stepped forward.
Soft oranges and pinks were smudged against a cloudless morning sky, and the firebirds and fairies danced gracefully through the sparse forest canopy. The sun was just beginning to yawn into existence, and many of the forest dwellers were stirring from their slumber. Others had just tucked in to rest, after spending the whole night merry-making with their fellows.
One inhabitant stepped delicately through the underbrush, taking care not to disturb any dens. The dewy leaves crackled pleasantly underhoof, and the crisp morning air refreshed his lungs. Occasionally he would dip his head in greeting if he passed a faun or a fairy. He was Alostag, a centaur, and was one of the longest inhabitants of the misty forest under the mountain. He was tall and powerfully built, and carried himself proudly through the territory he had tended to for forty long years.
Every movement he made was a serene one; his lips were quirked into a placid smile, and his eyes were bright and joyful. He paused by the river to greet the water dragon, and then meandered towards a clearing where sweet grass thrived. It was then, as he munched on the dewy blades and admired the brightening sky, that he sensed something was off. Wrong. Different.
Alostag was well-acquainted with normal, familiar, routine. That was what he lived, breathed, and had learned to enjoy over the decades. But different was a strange, elusive beast, and the centaur paused mid-chew to scan his surroundings. Nothing was wrong, except everything had gone silent. Unnaturally so; even in the forest’s quiet moments, if one strained to hear it, one could discern the nearly-imperceptible scuffling or sniffling or chattering of someone. But it seemed as if everything had fled the area, or had gone deathly still.
He lifted himself onto his four limber legs and cautiously trotted towards where he didn’t hear any disturbances. And then he felt it, like a blast of cold wind, and it ran down his spine like a million icy ants. The air itself was taut with some unknown force, but ahead of him, just beyond the grass, was something unlike he had ever seen before.
It wasn’t necessarily dangerous looking, but the sheer strangeness it emitted was enough to make Alostag halt in his tracks. A shimmering wall, there but not there, had materialized into thin air. It glistened and rippled like the surface of a pond, and if he squinted, Alostag thought he could see something coming out of it. Against his better judgment, the centaur stepped forward.
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
@Eli
Braxton hopped off of his bed, leaving his book on the pillow and stepped outside of his bedroom. He slipped through the hall, avoiding his drunken father and wicked shrew of a step-mother. He trudged down the stairs, making his way to the ground floor of him home and walking out the back door into the back yard. A breath of fresh air would do him good, for he'd been cooped up all day reading.
He smiled softly as the wind rushed past him, making his hair sway slightly. But...something was off about his surroundings. A shimmering wall, there but not there, had materialized into thin air...rippling like water after a droplet falls into it. He tilted his head and curiously stepped over to it with caution.
It was so familiar...and outside force. Could it be? The one "calling" him? His mind was based off of facts and what was true, but something as strange as this truly peaked his interest and his nature of curiosity. "C'mon, Braxton...you don't know what it is...don't go near it." He told himself. He eagerly, yet slowly, reached out towards it. But he swung his arm back down.
However, this wall of invisible energy had a mind of its own. It knew of his presence...and it wasn't leaving it ignored. As he began to turn away, the wall that was there but not there turned into a small vortex, pulling him close to it. He struggled, grunting and trying to resist, but the walls strength was far beyond his own.
Braxton fell through the wall, causing it to widely ripple and close. Within seconds, the wall was gone, and Braxton along with it. He was falling...but to where?
Braxton hopped off of his bed, leaving his book on the pillow and stepped outside of his bedroom. He slipped through the hall, avoiding his drunken father and wicked shrew of a step-mother. He trudged down the stairs, making his way to the ground floor of him home and walking out the back door into the back yard. A breath of fresh air would do him good, for he'd been cooped up all day reading.
He smiled softly as the wind rushed past him, making his hair sway slightly. But...something was off about his surroundings. A shimmering wall, there but not there, had materialized into thin air...rippling like water after a droplet falls into it. He tilted his head and curiously stepped over to it with caution.
It was so familiar...and outside force. Could it be? The one "calling" him? His mind was based off of facts and what was true, but something as strange as this truly peaked his interest and his nature of curiosity. "C'mon, Braxton...you don't know what it is...don't go near it." He told himself. He eagerly, yet slowly, reached out towards it. But he swung his arm back down.
However, this wall of invisible energy had a mind of its own. It knew of his presence...and it wasn't leaving it ignored. As he began to turn away, the wall that was there but not there turned into a small vortex, pulling him close to it. He struggled, grunting and trying to resist, but the walls strength was far beyond his own.
Braxton fell through the wall, causing it to widely ripple and close. Within seconds, the wall was gone, and Braxton along with it. He was falling...but to where?
Eli
The Breathing Master
@PenBlade1326
Alostag was so transfixed that he was not unlike a stone statue; he hardly quivered as he breathed. He drank in the cold, alien energy as his thoughts were sluggishly reduced to dust and wiped away. That is, until the wall began to shiver and writhe violently into a vortex and a figure was thrown from it and onto the muddy grass below.
A hoarse bellow burst from his lips as he startled, picking up his front hooves and inching backwards. But Alostag was not easy to frighten, and recovered quickly from the shock; he approached the shape lying on the ground with little hesitance. He stooped onto his forelegs and craned his neck in order to inspect the strange thing that had emerged from the wall. Above him, the rippling wall disappeared with a final spin and splutter of energy.
Alostag was so transfixed that he was not unlike a stone statue; he hardly quivered as he breathed. He drank in the cold, alien energy as his thoughts were sluggishly reduced to dust and wiped away. That is, until the wall began to shiver and writhe violently into a vortex and a figure was thrown from it and onto the muddy grass below.
A hoarse bellow burst from his lips as he startled, picking up his front hooves and inching backwards. But Alostag was not easy to frighten, and recovered quickly from the shock; he approached the shape lying on the ground with little hesitance. He stooped onto his forelegs and craned his neck in order to inspect the strange thing that had emerged from the wall. Above him, the rippling wall disappeared with a final spin and splutter of energy.
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PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
@Eli
Braxton lied on the ground, now disoriented and confused. His eyes were closed and his glasses messed up slightly. He stayed on the ground for a few moments as he collected himself from his "down the rabbit-hole" experience into this Wonderland-like place. He shook his head and slowly rose up, his eyes widened at the sight of everything. The area was so different...almost magical.
He gasped as he witnessed the being before him. A centaur...a centaur? How could this be? His mind couldn't process what was going on, he was in shock, disbelief. "What in the world...w-where am I? What...are you?" He asked the centaur, clearly confused and lost.
Braxton lied on the ground, now disoriented and confused. His eyes were closed and his glasses messed up slightly. He stayed on the ground for a few moments as he collected himself from his "down the rabbit-hole" experience into this Wonderland-like place. He shook his head and slowly rose up, his eyes widened at the sight of everything. The area was so different...almost magical.
He gasped as he witnessed the being before him. A centaur...a centaur? How could this be? His mind couldn't process what was going on, he was in shock, disbelief. "What in the world...w-where am I? What...are you?" He asked the centaur, clearly confused and lost.
Eli
The Breathing Master
@PenBlade1326
Alostag waited, unblinking, for this strange creature to move. He crouched down even lower, so that his breath ruffled the back of its hair. The centaur was clearly unaware of the concept of personal space. Then it stirred, still dazed, and looked up at Alostag, who leaned away slightly. The creature -- who Al then donned as male, a colt -- started to speak. It was an odd tongue, but he thought he should have understood it; it was as if comprehension was just out of his grasp, even though he had never heard anything like it before.
"Who are you?" He made a grab to prop up and dust off the colt, and stood up on all four hooves as well. "What are you? Where did you come from? Do you have a name?" The questions kept coming -- centaurs, and especially Alostag, wanted to know everything about anything. It was just that Alostag was a little more impatient about acquiring his information. He could sit and watch the stars all night, but it wasn't often that he encountered things this strange in his land.
Alostag waited, unblinking, for this strange creature to move. He crouched down even lower, so that his breath ruffled the back of its hair. The centaur was clearly unaware of the concept of personal space. Then it stirred, still dazed, and looked up at Alostag, who leaned away slightly. The creature -- who Al then donned as male, a colt -- started to speak. It was an odd tongue, but he thought he should have understood it; it was as if comprehension was just out of his grasp, even though he had never heard anything like it before.
"Who are you?" He made a grab to prop up and dust off the colt, and stood up on all four hooves as well. "What are you? Where did you come from? Do you have a name?" The questions kept coming -- centaurs, and especially Alostag, wanted to know everything about anything. It was just that Alostag was a little more impatient about acquiring his information. He could sit and watch the stars all night, but it wasn't often that he encountered things this strange in his land.
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
@Eli
Braxton looked at the centaur. "I, uh..." Was all ha managed after being asked who he was before the creature began spitting out more questions. Geez, he's like a freakin' little kid...Braxton thought. Braxton slowly sat up on the ground in this strange area where everything looked mildly different form where he was from, not to mention he was speaking with a centaur: A creature only thought of in fairy tales...he didn't believe in fairy tales. He found a moment of silence and answered the man...or creature's questions.
"I'm Braxton Devereaux...what I am is a human boy...I'm from a town in the eastern part of the United States." He replied, not giving exact coordinates, playing part to his awkward nature. "The better question is...who, or...what are you? And where am I?"
Braxton looked at the centaur. "I, uh..." Was all ha managed after being asked who he was before the creature began spitting out more questions. Geez, he's like a freakin' little kid...Braxton thought. Braxton slowly sat up on the ground in this strange area where everything looked mildly different form where he was from, not to mention he was speaking with a centaur: A creature only thought of in fairy tales...he didn't believe in fairy tales. He found a moment of silence and answered the man...or creature's questions.
"I'm Braxton Devereaux...what I am is a human boy...I'm from a town in the eastern part of the United States." He replied, not giving exact coordinates, playing part to his awkward nature. "The better question is...who, or...what are you? And where am I?"
Eli
The Breathing Master
Before, the human's words had been muddled and incomprehensible; now they were clear, like a fog had lifted from Alostag's mind. That didn't mean he understood everything, however. The centaur had never heard of a United States, nor had he encountered a human before. There were other creatures similar to the human in stature, but he was still a visual oddity; he hadn't the slightly translucent skin of a nymph, the scraggly beard of a leprechaun or the wings and glowing eyes of fairies.
And what a strange name! Alostag ignored the human's questions for a moment, choosing to experiment with the title on his tongue. "Brax-ton Dev-Devereaux. Braxtondevereaux. Hmm." He nodded to himself in satisfaction, and then fixed the human with his dark and inquisitive gaze. "I am Alostag, centaur guardian of this land, my home, which is commonly called the Forest of Ash." In reality, the forest had many names -- Forest of Ash and variants related to it, along with a thousand other titles in different tongues and cultures and communities.
Alostag didn't know that "Forest of Ash" wasn't exactly helpful to the misplaced human, and he stood rather proudly as he introduced himself and his charge.
And what a strange name! Alostag ignored the human's questions for a moment, choosing to experiment with the title on his tongue. "Brax-ton Dev-Devereaux. Braxtondevereaux. Hmm." He nodded to himself in satisfaction, and then fixed the human with his dark and inquisitive gaze. "I am Alostag, centaur guardian of this land, my home, which is commonly called the Forest of Ash." In reality, the forest had many names -- Forest of Ash and variants related to it, along with a thousand other titles in different tongues and cultures and communities.
Alostag didn't know that "Forest of Ash" wasn't exactly helpful to the misplaced human, and he stood rather proudly as he introduced himself and his charge.
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
"Uh...pleased to meet you, Alostag..." Braxton said, looking more awkward and confused than anything else. "Lovely forest, you have here...mind telling me how I got here or where exactly it's located?" He asked, still curious.
Braxton slowly stood up from the ground, stepping in something he'd rather not know what it was. "Actually...don't answer that."
Alsostag...a weird name. A weird place. A where-the-hell-am-I place...He thought.
(so sorry it's short! I kinda lost my mood since the pause but I'm getting back on track xD onward!)
Braxton slowly stood up from the ground, stepping in something he'd rather not know what it was. "Actually...don't answer that."
Alsostag...a weird name. A weird place. A where-the-hell-am-I place...He thought.
(so sorry it's short! I kinda lost my mood since the pause but I'm getting back on track xD onward!)
Eli
The Breathing Master
Alostag nearly snorted in bewilderment at the human's words. Why would this little pale creature think Alostag knew how he suddenly materialized in the depths of these woods? Braxton pulled himself up from the ground, feet squelching in the dirt (to the centaur, all dirt was basically the same).
"I will answer whatever questions I wish to answer," Alostag bobbed his head resolutely, shifting on his hooves. It was discourteous for the human to ask him a question and then demand he not answer it. The centaur dismissed this mild affront, however, because the human seemed disoriented enough that perhaps he hadn't the best control over his tongue. "I do not know how you arrived here -- a mystical wall appeared, and then you followed. And--" Alostag's deep, craggy voice went silent as a creature, lurking in the shadows, snapped a twig underfoot.
"And I fear that you came during... troubling times for this forest," the centaur finished, voice lowering. There had been strange presences, unfamiliar prints in the earth, reports of missing creatures and damaged treehomes in the woods in recent months. Alostag had been attentive, but had yet to confront the cause of the disruptions. But this presence in the shadows signified a possible encounter, to be sure. The same odd presence, the same dangerous stench, permeated the air now.
"Braxtondevereaux. I do not know how you came about this place, but I do know it would be wise not to linger."
"I will answer whatever questions I wish to answer," Alostag bobbed his head resolutely, shifting on his hooves. It was discourteous for the human to ask him a question and then demand he not answer it. The centaur dismissed this mild affront, however, because the human seemed disoriented enough that perhaps he hadn't the best control over his tongue. "I do not know how you arrived here -- a mystical wall appeared, and then you followed. And--" Alostag's deep, craggy voice went silent as a creature, lurking in the shadows, snapped a twig underfoot.
"And I fear that you came during... troubling times for this forest," the centaur finished, voice lowering. There had been strange presences, unfamiliar prints in the earth, reports of missing creatures and damaged treehomes in the woods in recent months. Alostag had been attentive, but had yet to confront the cause of the disruptions. But this presence in the shadows signified a possible encounter, to be sure. The same odd presence, the same dangerous stench, permeated the air now.
"Braxtondevereaux. I do not know how you came about this place, but I do know it would be wise not to linger."
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
Braxton glanced around, looking unsure and confused...out of his element. He nodded. "Alright...may we leave then? Please?" He asked softly, matching Alostag's tone. Something definitely felt off about the area...even beside the fact he was in some strange fantasy-world. But the environment was dark-feeling...perhaps lingering around was a bad idea. "Lead the way..." He said, resisting the child-like urge to ride the centaur out of there.
(Apologies for the short post)
(Apologies for the short post)
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