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𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 Samblar winced as he slowly pulled out the long, black spine from his forearm. His fingers, which never shook, were shaking. Pulling the needle out of his felt like a piece of his soul was going with it. Instead of relief from the pain of having a foreign object lodged in his flesh, instead he felt cold—an emptiness that sunk its way into his heart and threatened to swallow the organ whole. He dropped the spine and it landed on the ground next to three others that he'd already pulled from his body. It made a sharp noise, like metal clattering against stone. One more to go. "What in the Ever-Shattering Lady were those things?" Solas hissed. He examined one of his daggers, now corroded and starting to crumble to pieces. He broke off a piece of the knife, cutting his finger in the process, and flicked it aside in disgust. Immediately, his finger started to burn. Elvish steel... how is this even possible? Was I lied to? Did that merchant sell me cheap goods? Solas pushed the thoughts from his mind. But the thoughts returned, gnawing at his mind and threatening to consume his sanity. He shook his head, took a deep breath. What is this chill in my mind? Why can I not calm it? C̶̲̱͙͕̈́͋͊̃͆̒͊̊'̷̫̩̳̣̞͍̅̌̓̓̅̓̈́͠͠ ̷̨̯̱͉̺̬̹̍̅͂̃̚͜l̶̥͙̪̻̭̙͈̓́͋͗ͅl̴̢̙̳͇͙͒͐͋́́̎͋̕͘͝l̶̺͑l̷̘̝̹̅͊̊̚͝ ̸̡̛̜̰͖̪̘̺̦̺̰̀͋͛͆̅̄̅͠͠n̸͍̦̯͓͈͚̊͋̐̆͐o̶̰̪͔̪̹̻͗̒͋̍͆̑̓̚͝͠g̸̞̪̱̈̊̔̽̋̈͗͐͝ ̷̤̥̫̤͎̫̝͈̬͈̈̅́̏͒̚͠ÿ̷̞͙́̈̐̓̇̒͠m̴̨͖͙͖̽͒ġ̵͛̍̏͑͜'̸̨͖̞̮̙̪̰͔̤́́̂̈́̓̓͑̕ Solas rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, pushing hard until he saw stars and then shook his head. That noise in the back of his mind cut deep. Jastira hadn't said anything since they'd managed to lose their pursuers and make their way into the cave that, once perhaps, may have belonged to a bear. She kept her eyes trained on the old pile of broken bones against one of the back corners of the cave. They looked like they'd been there for decades. She felt tired, perhaps for the first time in her life. She knew what physical exhaustion was—from training, or bouts of passion, or any number of other things—but this was different. Her eyes felt heavy and she wanted to close her eyes, to lie down and sleep. And not wake up. Because the things that were out in the world that she did not want to think of. "Sister?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could just rest here. For a moment. "Sister!" She turned and looked at Samblar, her eyes vacant. The other elf dropped the last spine to the ground and flexed his hand quickly. He looked over at the commander—Vamir hadn't said anything since issuing the command to fall back to the cave, and Samblar had never been particularly good at reading his commander's body language. "Commander... What are we going to do next? Jastira is bordering on non-responsive." He reached over, giving the other soldier a firm shake. Jastira didn't react at all for a moment and then her eyes opened a bit more and her eyes snapped into focus. Samblar exhaled. He'd never seen his brothers and sisters in such a state. |
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Beyond the cavern, the lands were corrupted. The beautiful mountains and lush green forests of Tethis were long behind the patrol of elves, and all there was now was a sickening green sky. The lands were not right, something had corrupted them, and within the shadows that lurked beneath every rotten tree, things moved. There was a slowly building mass, close to where the cave was, pulsating and writing just out of sight. Tendrils of dark slime, covered in eyes and mouths, snaked along the rotten dirt of the ground. It made a noise, a screeching wail of a sound—pathetic and horrifying—that filled the air and reached deep into the cave nearby. |