Thursday, August 10, 2017

The Scarred Leaving Scars

Azrael shoved his youngest son to the ground roughly. He glared at toddler Shadow--his small frame, tiny fingers and wide silver eyes evoking nothing withing Azrael, not even a spark of pity or remorse.

"I've had it with you." said Azrael, his tone of frustration bubbling over through his gritted teeth. "You have no spine, no ambition! Why can't you be more like your brother?!?"

Another boy identical to Shadow stop playing with his wooden toy sword as he witnessed the abuse. He froze, stuffing down his anxiety, knowing he'd get in trouble if he interfered.

Azrael walked into his quarters and slammed the door, leaving the twins. Looking into the cracked mirror upon his dusty dresser, he stopped and stared at the scar across his face. Was he as ugly inside as he looked? Lilith had always found beauty and kindness in his face, despite his rough experiences in the war of his past life, and the hatred that had caused his scar. He would have been lost without her, and wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for her. He clutched his chest as he felt a deep pain--he wished she was there with him. The pain he felt at losing her was worse than any scar.

"I must raise my boys to be strong..." Azrael told his reflection. "The world is cruel, and they can't get attached to things they might lose..."

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Goddess of Pain

The door opened, streaming light into the darkness. No sound was heard but the ambient hum of silence. The room smelled like blood.

In the edge of the light, I spotted what appeared to be iron bars. I opened the door a bit further and saw a tall iron cage, with a top that came to a lavishly embellished point. Masks of many expressions hung from nails all around the cage.

Inside the cage was a pale young woman, her thin black hair draped over her shoulders and flowing down to the floor. She wore a tattered dress of pale blue, and she sat upon an old wooden box with a worn out word I couldn't quite make out.

I was greeted by a smiling, pleasant mask as she turned to face me. Her hair was flat against her head, framing her delicate face. She placed one bony hand over the mask and started to slide it downwards.

I caught a glimpse of piercing golden eyes, which seemed to burn like the sun's fire.

Her face was revealed as she removed the mask, and my heart stopped. Her mouth was wired shut, bloody and crusted over as if she hadn't opened it in years.

I sensed fear in her, but her strength was even louder. The room rumbled as she attempted to smile, her eyes shining with confidence.

Curiosity overriding my caution, I slowly approached to get a better look at the word written on the box.


Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Otis the Lotus - Just for Fun

[A work in progress, for my silly mood]

The grass was green--almost too green. Breathing in, Mikio gasped silently at the volume of the air; it felt cleaner than any air in Vael. Was he still in Vael?

He looked behind him, surprised to see an enormous pink flowerbud the height of a sapling and width of a chubby bear. Its leafy green base was rooted to the grass, pointing in all directions like a compass. Behind it was a pond bordering a cliff face and a waterfall.

Lushia would love this place... he thought.

But to Mikio, it looked like a cheesy backdrop.

Mikio flinched and drew his katana as the flower began to bloom like a lotus. He focused sharply on its center, ready to strike, because who knows what might be in that thing?

Loud scratchy laughter pierced the air as an old bald man with tiny round glasses turned to face Mikio. He was hovering just above the ground in the lotus position.

Mikio froze in shock, sword still drawn, his eye twitching.

"That dream was hilarious!" said the old man, his voice cracking, seeming to not notice Mikio. "I need to write that down--"

The old man froze and plopped to the ground as Mikio's presence broke his focus. He sat there for a moment, the two of them gawking at each other, and the old man's mouth dropped open as he spoke again.

"WHO ARE YOU??" he screeched, his spectacles bouncing on his nose.

Mikio pointed his katana at the old man as he stood up straighter, regaining his composure.

"I should be asking you the same thing." said Mikio. "Who are YOU, and what is this place??"

The old man put up one arm in defense.

"That's not a toy, child!" he shouted at Mikio. "We're not playing Poker so put that poker away!"

Mikio's eye twitched again. Who the heck is this guy?

"Fine..." Mikio replied, cautiously lowering his weapon. "Who are you?"

The old man cleared his throat and returned to his hovering lotus position.

"Otis." he said simply. "Otis the Lotus."

LUSHIA'S CHARACTER - "There's Something About You" - The Natural Healer

Lushia's presence is very quiet and calming. Because her energy is self-contained, it does not mingle with other people's auras in an intrusive manner.

Lushia has a positive affect on people who take the time to notice or appreciate her. An agitated person can be calmed by her presence. While she may say awkward or unhelpful things sometimes, her attitude and intentions can affect others positively.

She is sometimes told that there is "something about her" "something different" or "something unique" about her. But it is never outright explained as it is not specifically defined.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

The Pale Goddess on the Rock

[Description of mental image]
Click the black bar below for ambient music. Song: "Moon Through the Branches" with vocals by Alyssa Huber/Lushia Kyobi

On a small rock in the sea stood a bare goddess, her skin pale like ice, her arms wrapped around herself. The ethereal being, though appearing human, revealed no features of human nudity.

She crouched low, the mist from the tumultuous waters lapping upon the rock, brushing against her knees. Her white-blonde hair floated and twisted about her face as if it had no gravity; it was unaffected by the wind.

Her face remained stoic as she held her damp knees to her chest, watching the waves. The pale goddess felt completely serene on that small rock in the sea.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Shadow: Learned Helplessness

[Character development and concept exploration]

Shadow awoke on his cot to the feeling of being submerged underwater, yet there wasn't a drop of it nearby. He lifted a pale hand from his side, palm up to feel the air. Nothing was off. But why did his hand feel so heavy?

His hand started to shake, his vision blurring as his breath quickened. His chest felt as if it was collapsing from the inside. He took a deep, shuddering breath to bring his senses back to normal. He stopped shaking, and while the sinking feeling in his chest ceased, his heart was still pounding.

Shadow slid his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor. He walked over to the windowed wall that overlooked the city, the pattering of his feet echoing slightly in the large room.

A glass prison. That's what it was. Shadow lifted his hand to place it on the window in longing, but soon let it drop to his side again, silencing the feeling. He felt numb, and yet he wanted to scream, had he the will to.

There was a creeping feeling of something being bound around his mouth, though there was nothing there. He did not react--it wasn't anything new; he was used to it. Shadow stood there at the window, cloaked in his darkness, no longer seeking an escape.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Shadow - "To Find Rest"

[Stream of Consciousness writing exercise: based on current emotion/thoughts]

Shadow trudged along the landscape, bereft of emotion. He was tired, so very tired, and yet he could not rest. Looking up at the smoky horizon, he could barely make out a silhouette of the town he had been searching for.

Through his blurring vision, he got a glimpse of the gate before he finally collapsed. As he sank into unconsciousness, he felt his limbs being softly lifted up, his limp body carried.