OOC: Tags to nephero! Being as his temple was ransacked, I'm going to presume the cult after Eve might have taken some of the relics he was in protection of~ That way we can tie them together ^_^
But yeah, I got an idea and am running with it, so just let me know if it works for you or if something might need changed~
Also, since Eve's other thread is still going on, we'll say she's about 18 years old when this thread takes place~
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It was cold and wet when she awoke, the world confining and pinning her down. And it was impossible to breath, she felt as if she were suffocating but when she twisted, trying to move she felt the heavy restricting vines looped around her limbs, keeping her down, keeping her within. She struggled some more, feeling the slick ooze of something all around her, and the froth and itchiness of something else. Fear set in, and she began to struggle even more, and the vines grew tighter, angrier and she could feel them, hear them; as if they were laughing at her, or scolding her, or perhaps, both? It was hard to say what they wanted, or why the world felt so heavy upon her, and she, so smothered, but when she opened her eyes, the murky, foamed sludge of the bog stung at her eyes and she called out, taking in the swampy waters within her throat and choking on them.
To her insides, to her out, her body writhed sharply. It was only at her second cry did the vines begin to yield, something else coming into play, something there, but not quite. Something other worldly. And then it beat again, sending out a signal that spooked off the crows hanging around in the skeletal trees that jutted out from the bog like thorns, and made the weeping willow branches shudder. Even a nearby coyote's tail drooped as he rushed off into the brush.
The world that once sought to bind her was loosening it's grip, but only doing so with one strong beat of this unseen power at a time until finally, she felt one of the pieces snap and her limb was free, and her small hand was groping through the swampy waters, pawing at whatever she could. And then finding herself desperately pulling and yanking at the other threads that held her back, until one leg's confines broke away, and she was twisting. And then the other broke free and she was kicking to the surface, just as her finger nails tore into the vines about her wrist and arm, and in one final calling plea from within, the vines finally conceded and Eve broke away, resurfacing to the world with red hair suctioned to her body in a rippling mess of muddy curls. ANd the rest of her was slicked brown as well, the mud from the bog coating her well as she broke out from the swampy lands and gasped for air, and found herself surprised when a series of insects choked out from her throat.
There was an eerieness to those black bugs she didn't like that sent a chill through her as she shivered and watched the escape into the yellow skies of the setting sun. And she shivered again, sitting there amongst the bog, cold, frightened, naked and slicked with wet, gooping boggy mud.