On a particularly windy evening everything seems to be going normal. A single piece of burnt-up-something floats through the air, the wind taking it on a journey. However, things are always different from another point of view. To the speck of ash, it was going where it pleased, controlling the wind. It found a good place to land, in the middle of a field in a dense, lush forest. Civilization wasnt far, a cave and water source werent far. It was perfect and so the speck landed. Another piece of ash, seemingly thinking the same thing, landed in the same spot. Another, and then another. A sea of ash, smog-like in form all began to smother this grove, swarming around the area like a bees defending their hive from unknown dangers. The swirl of ash becomes more condensed, and continues doing so until it begins to take a human-like shape. The ash settles in place. The being straightens its spine and shrugs its shoulders, a hard layer of ash flaking off. Beneath this crust lies a being, origins unknown. Clad in robes and plates of armor. Its face hidden deep within a frightening mask. The gender of this being is unknown, the race as well. It looks around, taking in its surroundings. This place would do. For now.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 10:42:26 +0000
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