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PostSubject: Where Beasts Rule (Private, Flynn)   Sun Jul 16 2017, 01:14

Light broke through the twisting branches from the two great orbs which constantly held near the planet. This allowed for the constant heat to forever warm the woodlands, the sunlight causing the trees to warp and twist, growing higher, taller than most other species ever would be able to climb to. Forests higher than the spires of Utopia and as wide as their cities blocks proudly broke through the heavens themselves. Recently abandoned homes lined the trees, both inside and out, tree houses which had wooden slats acting as bridges

Tears built in her eyes, the emerald shining with the tears that she knew were there. It hadn't been just a few times that she'd had to come back unsuccessful from her own quests, but borderline dozens. More than she ever wanted to admit to, not only to herself, but to the people around her. She refused to allow the number to slip through her crimson lips. Her head tilted back, her gaze to the skies as her lips parted. A cry of distress and of anger that twisted her soul came from her, speaking levels of pain that only Imelda could comprehend. Fate was cruel.

But at the same time, merciful.

There hadn't been a single person to hear her cry. The only thing that graced her with a shred of presence was the rather large bear who lumbered down the dust covered street. It was only by chance that she had seen it, the coloration of the fur causing it to blend with the backgrounds.

Annoyingly, the area had been all but abandoned due to the Waterways appearance, the people too afraid to even stay within the immediate area, fearing the creatures which could come through.

But Imelda didn't care how they felt. She just didn't want to give them a thought, her mind wandering to her own troubles. Why was it so hard just to find one person, why was it so challenging to break through the chains that bound her to this realm? Why couldn't she do that and be uncaring of if she returned to her home, all to search for the one that she needed to find?

A chill went through her. What was the point now though...

Each search had been empty. Each and every desperate attempt had been destroyed, thwarted by time itself and the unfortunate events which lead to it. Even as she cursed the attempts that she had made to find him, she cursed the fact that she refused to give up. After all, once she had given up, she'd have to face his darn brother and explain to him why she just couldn't keep going with the search for Zale. But certainly... He'd still be out there, right? Somehow living in whatever place that the Chains threw him into...

Whatever. He'd be alive. Somewhere.

Imelda lowered her head with a sigh as the rather large beast wandered by her, a look of anger in its eyes. A deep, guttural and animalistic sound that came from it, warning her from what she had been doing. Not being recognised for a few moments, the Beastmaster of Tyr raised an eyebrow, "Come on, you know me." Imelda stated, her voice something that several animals had learned to take heed of. Thankfully, this was the case with the monster of an animal before her. The bear, around twice the size of a regular grizzly, seemed to recognise the tone, feeling her powers as a rush of calmness went over it for a few moments. With a snort, it went on its own way, wandering by the Waterway and sniffing it curiously as the last threads began to close.

Imelda started to walk away, humming as she tried to figure out how she was going to tell the brother just what had happened during this last trial. However, after not even reaching more than a few dozen paces away from the Waterway, before something happened. It flared, but was unseen by her.

The bear was still sniffing it, breaking Imelda from her own thoughts.

The next thing which she knew was a figure had come through, the clothing rather familiar to her, the tossed and unkempt hair staggered and made rather rough-looking from the trip. However, the majority of the figure was lost as the bear growled, rearing onto its hind legs, towering over the figure by several feet. Right front paw of the beast came down, claws aimed for his neck, deceptively fast with the movement. That was when it's jaws would follow suit, aiming to crunch down on whatever it could of the intruder which startled it into action.
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PostSubject: Re: Where Beasts Rule (Private, Flynn)   Wed Jul 26 2017, 20:49

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"Do you remember the White Flag incident?".


A whisper of words like tender velvet kissed the inside of his conscious, hazily growing into focus.

Of course I do. It's where I ran into you and all your problems he tried to respond with a genuine smile, but the words shaped by his lips were stolen of sound. Instead, a silence took his cue. Lacking his physical body, Flynn arced his consciousness forward, hoping to meet the silken whisper that drew into his mind.

As if shying from his reach, the silken voice vanished into the mist of his subconscious.

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"-...An.. t--n I found her u-d... r th- r...le w..th -o.."

The inner machinations of Flynn Argall's mind twisted into a myriad of layers; shards of memory and dreams cascaded from the core of each level like a fountain. As the glassy fragments collapsed onto the floor, they congealed into a vivid, perceivable shape.

A hazy screen, as if looking through the eyes of another.

From the inner mist, a peel of laughter like a chiming bell. A completely pure sound of joy and amused wonder fluttered through the air, seeping into him a feeling of nearly forgotten happiness along with it. As the giggling subsided, Flynn's intangible shape of thought could then see through the fog.

It was a woman in her mid twenties. Her hand shifted lazily over her lips as she recovered from laughter, but her smile visible between her thin fingers. Any other features were blurred, unable to be visually grasped.

An amalgamation of pale gold and fading crimson flashed before him, then brushed against the surface of his mind like soft silk. At the sight of her, a pang of foreign emotion jolted him unexpectedly- violently. He knew the feeling too well by now.

With a shift of his conscious, Flynn bid the lovely dream a quiet offering of gratitude, twinged with regret and ..irritation.

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A muffled pop rung out, and Enforcer Flynn Argall emerged from a twisting wall of light and shadow. He quickly caught himself against the base of a large, gnarled tree branch that stuck itself conveniently outward, but let out a shuddering breath nonetheless.

His body and mind had swiftly recovered from traversing the rogue portal, as expected. The temporary state of lucid dreaming that protected the conscious state of an Enforcer was always a varying toll, and Flynn was thankful it hadn't lasted as long as it could have. The markings laced over his neck tingled as if vibrating beneath the surface of his skin, and he quickly shot an urgent glance behind him.

"Wh-"

A puff of voiced shock and nothing more as a massive ten foot shadow erected over his sight. Several tons of muscle and brown fur lumbered forward with a titanic frame, and wasted no time swiping down on him. His initial anxiety outmatched by the physical order of motion. The weighted capsule he prepared in his sleeve mere moments ago fell into his palm, jostled by him stepping backward away from the beast. His thumb split into the capsule, severing the paper bond within. At the same instance, he threw all of his weight behind him. With the force of momentum, he blitzed a throw at the monster and sent the now shivering capsule straight toward its open maw. His fall sent him onto the floor, but a controlled tossing of his kinetic energy allowed him to roll backward and end upright on his feet, crouched.

A massive bubble of blue gelatin erupted in a gooey pop; a heavy thud as the speedy projectile congealed over the face and collar of the assaulting creature. With a moment of clarity, Flynn realized it was just a bear.

Overcome with shock and confusion, the predatory brown bear let out a series of panicked whines as it raked at the heavy blue gel that covered half its face and kept its mouth open in awkward suspension. With a rocky fall to its paws, the bear promptly escaped into the brush, leaving behind only a few puddles of blue goo. Flynn slowly rose to his feet, keeping one hand carefully placed within his coat's pocket to prepare another means of protection from whatever may follow.
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