OOC: This thread will obviously be marked 'M' for mature- for gore, violence and the like XD so read with caution, mmm k! D:
IC:
Far to the west, behind the walls of mists, a world lay hidden from mankind. Though behind these walls of white, lay a land so harsh and new and ragged, not a soul ought to survive. But they did. Creatures lurked in every corner, serpents and lizards with hard black skin, and wickedly long forked tongues and wild colors of orange and reds blazing across the sharp spikes that protruded outwards from their skin. Grey, rotted trees, so petrified and thick as stone, rose gnarled, finger like branches towards the swelling clouds and black raining ashes of the red skies. New magics formed and twisted from the fresh spewing fumes of the earth as mountains breathed hot lava into the air that gushed in blazing hot ravines which cut across the black surface of the land and rushed out into the sea.
And from it came the Land of the Mists. For those who have seen it, they would perish, for the fumes are so thick that the air is uninhabitable by man; and most magic ought to suffocate, yet here, it remains, pure and raw and ever changing, girdled by the presence of the fiery heart of the earth that was ever spewing out onto the surface, time and time again. It was here the land was ever changing, it was here the land yearned and twisted and knotted itself into a chain of wicked peaked islands that broke up high and tall, piercing into the clouds until violent eruptions might split them apart, only to have more blasts of thick, sticky red and orange hot lava explode outwards towards the heaven and make broken mountains turn pointed and new. It was a vicious and harsh cycle, life and death never ending as the islands were constantly shaking with the violent forces and pulses of the fiery belly, the bleedingly bright lifeforce within the earth.
It is here where she was born. It was here that Aelith died.
Her master, for she don't know what else to call him but that, had made his home- created an entire city from his powers, an entire race of beings corrupted and built by his hands on this land seeming to be meant for the damned. She can only remember vaguely what had been done to herself, what she had been asked to do each time a new piece of her was 'installed'-
The first time was rather difficult, something had gone wrong and she had lost her leg. She remembered crying out in pain and suffering, and then her master's form loomed over her and all went dark. When she awoke, and many times she would, she'd find a piece of herself missing, and something new obtained. With both legs now made of metal, and hands fairing the same fate, and even a ring of it around her neck, and a few tinkering, clicking voices of devices within, it was here Aelith began to wonder what had become of her- of the heart beat, the burn in her lungs, for she still had them, but feelings well... feelings were now muted, and the world, ever seeming dull and grey and her mind, falling into hazes when she tried to recall memories of a broken past...
That life seemed all but a dream.
Laughter, light and airy like the soft, falling motion of feathers, fluttered and fell and faded away- it was a memory, a dream, but they would never stay. She had almost forgotten her sister's face- the shape of her nose, the tears in her eyes, the color of her skin, her face, her hair... even her name. They came and went, as did the feelings that were buried deep within her body.
But that was all behind her now. As was his blood. She wasn't sure if the man, her master, had died, but not many could survive such a fall from the peaks of those fiery mountains as she watched in horror and fascination as his body disappeared, falling into the heavy mists below. Fearing, somehow, he might be alive, she rushed across the island, tearing things apart in her rage as metal wings tore from her back side, blood splattering the ground as they broke from her skin in their birth. Then, she called out to summon her sword, of which had a deep connection to her through wicked metals and magic, and so it came forth, and twisted from a black pit that opened from her wrist. And she used it, and every other magical or mechanical part of her to lay waste to all that had been.
She wasn't sure how long it had taken her, as her body stood tall and imposing against a world jarred of light, hissing with steam which ribboned the atmosphere of heat as her blonde, ash sooted and blood stained hair took wind, sailing like flags against the blood red skies.
Stretching out her wings in a sharp motion, the metal caught the light and cast them in an electrifying color of pink. The metal contraption of her wings cut and cast the light's rays and fluttered the colors that broke across the steel feather-like blades and its frame, making the light dance and carousel across her body, and also glossing the air around her in figments of dancing gold and pink light. Then she struck her wings out further, wide as she could and let out a shout, a roar that echoed across the land as it bulged and brewed and shook as the volcanoes huffed with life. Tearing into the sky, the mountain behind her broke apart, exploding and sending black ash swelling into the air while the metal creature of a woman disappeared as a faint silhouette against the fading remnants of the sun.
Sometime had passed. She was found, sore and broken in the forests outside of Zantaric by a rather seedy crowd. Though she'd come to understand the entirety of Zantaric was seedy. Though, it was strange, rape was really nothing to her, as she boredly let the men have their play- but it was the other things they tried to do that eventually made Aelith one day snap. Blood was left smeared across the walls, coating her body in sticky red as she stepped out from the grey, wooden building and into the afternoon sun, which hung high against bright skies of blue, and crows cawed and creatures scampered-
All fearing the scent of blood and death that came from the lady as she walked. She didn't care, and cared even less for those who had asked such questions, so the few she ran into that did ask, why the hell she was covered in blood; one, tall, broad shouldered man met with her metal fist to his neck, and his groin twisted and pressed into a mash oblivion of blood before she left him to die and rot away, gutting by her sword. The other men were perhaps more lucky, she merely knocked them out, licking off the faint coppery taste of blood from her fingers as she made her way into the woods.
Blood always made her itch, so when she spotted the refreshing noises of falls, and the tranquility of a small pool of water at it's base, she did not hesitate to strip herself of most of her clothing, before stepping out into the waters and letting the waters crash down over her head, gush and brew across her shoulders and breasts as she closed her pale green eyes and let her mind fade away as her body was washed of it's blood.
Her sister.. her face, the name..
her voice, it came, then faded-
but the song to her was sweet, and she felt the cold, familiar sting in the pit of her belly as she finally recalled her name.
I am Aelith.
But her sister? What of she?
She craned her neck, allowing for more waters to gush across her skin as she fell silent and just remained still in reverie.
OOC: Tags to JACK the turtle XP
and well, his character, Sais XP
