chairsaw
darling, you are all i ever wanted love to be
At first, as there always is before something comes into existence, there was nothing.
Nobody quite knows how long it existed this way, because nobody was around to see. in fact, we dont even know if the concept of there being nothing before is true. But what we do know, is eventually, there was Life.
She was beautiful, and ugly. Happy, and sad. She was everything and nothing all at once. And most importantly of all, she was something in the nothingness. She stayed content in the endless stretch of dark for a good long while, okay with spending her days wandering around the void. This is how we know she is so much better than us, as any normal person would have grown tired of this after a mere day or two. But she was extraordinary, anything but normal, and so she lasted a good few millennia.
Eventually she did tire, as even people who have never known the true joys of love or friendship can grow lonely. And so she created Death, much as the Nothing created her. Death was everything she was not. They were ugly, and beautiful. Sad, and happy. They were nothing and everything all at once. But they made Life happy, and Life made them happy, and it grew to be so you could not have one without the other. There was no Life without Death, and no Death without Life. And again, time ticked on, and before either of them knew it they had passed another few hundred millennia had passed, as when they were with one another a lot of time seemed like no time at all.
Somewhere along the lines, Life decided she wanted something for them to create together. In her mind, The nothing had created her, and she had created Death, therefor it was time for them to create something together. After all, now that they had each other, nothing could be done separate, so it was the only logical conclusion. And so, slowly, their four creations were brought into the nothing.
Earth came first with a personality to match her everchanging appearance. She was never one form, never one emotion, constantly shifting. Some days she was loud and sad, taller than both life and death. Others she was quiet but happy, smaller than the smallest speck.
Next came Air, soft and serene for the most part. They moved with a certain lightness to them, and was Earths best friend, helping her no matter what form she took that day. If she was Angry, Air was too, becoming loud and harsh on Earth's behalf. When she was calm, so was Air, soothing and quiet and peaceful.
Last came Water and Fire, Opposites in every way. Water was always still, never bothered, never angered. They just moved quietly about their day, untouched by the happenings around them. a Constant amidst the chaos of their siblings. Fire was loud and Brash, constantly fighting against change, fighting to overtake what was closest to it.
They were all much Busier than Life and Death had been. While Life and Death were now Content with what they had created, happy with living together for as many millennia as it took for whatever came after the nothing to arrive, the 'children' wanted more. They wanted something to do with their hands, their minds, and so Life compromised. She pulled thread and fabric out of the nothing, each a shimmering beacon in the darkness. Each person, deity, god, whatever you may want to call them, got to work on their peace, a project that occupied them for a good long while. The each made it how they liked, and when their projects were done the pieces we're clear examples of the personality its creator had. As with all things, it was not without imperfections. This was, after all, their first time creating anything at all. Fingers were pricked, and the blood soaked threads had just been sewn into the quilts. The edges were a bit frayed. But maybe the perfections were what made it so beautiful. Indeed, once they had finished and sewn their pieces together to form one unique stretch of fabric, The blood seemed to sparkle, despite there being no light, and the frays seemed to be perfectly in place.
".....And that, m'dearest, is how th'fabric of our world was made. A tale as old as our existence." A woman closed the book from which she had been reading from, placing it on the stone table that stood next to her chair. She did not seem to be the motherly type, her heavily tattooed appearance and animal bone jewelry would have some hurriedly crossing the street if they saw her coming. Yet, she was as gentle as any as she stood from her chair to place a kiss upon the forehead of a child with the same dark eyes as she.
"Can y'read it again momma? Please please pleaaaseeeee.." The child sat up in bed, dutifully letting his mother show her affection. Similar jewelry to hers already hung around his neck, though he couldn't be older than 6 or 7.
"Not tonight Duivel dearest, i've already read it to you three times this week. Get some sleep, you have a big day tomorrow."
The child let out a whine, but flopped back upon his pillow, snuggling into the Dark red sheets and closing his eyes. He must have been sleepier than he thought, because his breathing soon slowed, and the woman smiled as she smoothed a piece of hair out of his face, before leaving the room as quietly as possible.
She knew she could not always protect him from the dangers of this world. The older he grew, the more curious he became, as with most young kids. But she could at the very least teach him about it and where he came from, in the hopes that when his time came to go out on his own, he would be prepared for whatever challenged him.
Not that anything could ever prepare him for this.
Okie doke as you may have noticed there is five islands for five role players.
In basics a handful of teenagers/young adults will be traveling across islands each roleplayer gets to worlbuild upon after getting more information in the actual rp if anyone is actually interested in joining.
The characters travel across the islands because certain things are killing off the island of Life and to prevent this the Heads of the Island have decided that your character from their respective island— Aka the best of the best, will have decent training, probably very respected and whatnot— is chosen to go to the Island of Life after gathering some t h i n g s from each island to save their Homes and whatnot. It’s a quest rp that I’m hoping some people will have interest in joining.
Nobody quite knows how long it existed this way, because nobody was around to see. in fact, we dont even know if the concept of there being nothing before is true. But what we do know, is eventually, there was Life.
She was beautiful, and ugly. Happy, and sad. She was everything and nothing all at once. And most importantly of all, she was something in the nothingness. She stayed content in the endless stretch of dark for a good long while, okay with spending her days wandering around the void. This is how we know she is so much better than us, as any normal person would have grown tired of this after a mere day or two. But she was extraordinary, anything but normal, and so she lasted a good few millennia.
Eventually she did tire, as even people who have never known the true joys of love or friendship can grow lonely. And so she created Death, much as the Nothing created her. Death was everything she was not. They were ugly, and beautiful. Sad, and happy. They were nothing and everything all at once. But they made Life happy, and Life made them happy, and it grew to be so you could not have one without the other. There was no Life without Death, and no Death without Life. And again, time ticked on, and before either of them knew it they had passed another few hundred millennia had passed, as when they were with one another a lot of time seemed like no time at all.
Somewhere along the lines, Life decided she wanted something for them to create together. In her mind, The nothing had created her, and she had created Death, therefor it was time for them to create something together. After all, now that they had each other, nothing could be done separate, so it was the only logical conclusion. And so, slowly, their four creations were brought into the nothing.
Earth came first with a personality to match her everchanging appearance. She was never one form, never one emotion, constantly shifting. Some days she was loud and sad, taller than both life and death. Others she was quiet but happy, smaller than the smallest speck.
Next came Air, soft and serene for the most part. They moved with a certain lightness to them, and was Earths best friend, helping her no matter what form she took that day. If she was Angry, Air was too, becoming loud and harsh on Earth's behalf. When she was calm, so was Air, soothing and quiet and peaceful.
Last came Water and Fire, Opposites in every way. Water was always still, never bothered, never angered. They just moved quietly about their day, untouched by the happenings around them. a Constant amidst the chaos of their siblings. Fire was loud and Brash, constantly fighting against change, fighting to overtake what was closest to it.
They were all much Busier than Life and Death had been. While Life and Death were now Content with what they had created, happy with living together for as many millennia as it took for whatever came after the nothing to arrive, the 'children' wanted more. They wanted something to do with their hands, their minds, and so Life compromised. She pulled thread and fabric out of the nothing, each a shimmering beacon in the darkness. Each person, deity, god, whatever you may want to call them, got to work on their peace, a project that occupied them for a good long while. The each made it how they liked, and when their projects were done the pieces we're clear examples of the personality its creator had. As with all things, it was not without imperfections. This was, after all, their first time creating anything at all. Fingers were pricked, and the blood soaked threads had just been sewn into the quilts. The edges were a bit frayed. But maybe the perfections were what made it so beautiful. Indeed, once they had finished and sewn their pieces together to form one unique stretch of fabric, The blood seemed to sparkle, despite there being no light, and the frays seemed to be perfectly in place.
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".....And that, m'dearest, is how th'fabric of our world was made. A tale as old as our existence." A woman closed the book from which she had been reading from, placing it on the stone table that stood next to her chair. She did not seem to be the motherly type, her heavily tattooed appearance and animal bone jewelry would have some hurriedly crossing the street if they saw her coming. Yet, she was as gentle as any as she stood from her chair to place a kiss upon the forehead of a child with the same dark eyes as she.
"Can y'read it again momma? Please please pleaaaseeeee.." The child sat up in bed, dutifully letting his mother show her affection. Similar jewelry to hers already hung around his neck, though he couldn't be older than 6 or 7.
"Not tonight Duivel dearest, i've already read it to you three times this week. Get some sleep, you have a big day tomorrow."
The child let out a whine, but flopped back upon his pillow, snuggling into the Dark red sheets and closing his eyes. He must have been sleepier than he thought, because his breathing soon slowed, and the woman smiled as she smoothed a piece of hair out of his face, before leaving the room as quietly as possible.
She knew she could not always protect him from the dangers of this world. The older he grew, the more curious he became, as with most young kids. But she could at the very least teach him about it and where he came from, in the hopes that when his time came to go out on his own, he would be prepared for whatever challenged him.
Not that anything could ever prepare him for this.
Okie doke as you may have noticed there is five islands for five role players.
In basics a handful of teenagers/young adults will be traveling across islands each roleplayer gets to worlbuild upon after getting more information in the actual rp if anyone is actually interested in joining.
The characters travel across the islands because certain things are killing off the island of Life and to prevent this the Heads of the Island have decided that your character from their respective island— Aka the best of the best, will have decent training, probably very respected and whatnot— is chosen to go to the Island of Life after gathering some t h i n g s from each island to save their Homes and whatnot. It’s a quest rp that I’m hoping some people will have interest in joining.
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