Post by Lone Dancer on Mar 1, 2022 4:13:38 GMT
… woke up a start, clutching at their scaled chest, still in the final throes of a forgotten nightmare. Gasping, they tried to calm their breathing. Glancing blurringly around, they recognized none of their surroundings. Standing up on slightly shaky legs, they attempted to get their bearings.
It was a dark cave of some sort, floor, walls, and ceiling formed from craggy grey stone. Morning light drifted inwards from the nearby opening, a cool breeze following along. Stumbling out of the cave, they found themselves at the lip of a forest, sunshine filtering through the canopy down to the moss blanket floor.
They had absolutely no recollection of this place or why they were here. As they stumbled a bit forward, they noticed the leather bracelet on their right foreleg. Dangling from the leather strip was a small stone tablet with several words engraved on it. ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’
Those words weren’t cryptic at all. But they had to be important. Without much thought into it, they began to delve deeper within the forest. They had no goal in mind, merely wandering for the sake of it. Movement was better than none, at least to them. They had no idea why, but it felt right.
As they traversed through the forest’s undergrowth, they found various types of flora and fauna. Some of which they helped themselves too after noticing their hunger pains. As they moved forward, they noticed that they had no recollection of the path they took, nor the direction they were headed in.
Their claws were bloody, and they had no idea why. Head spinning, they leaned on a tree as the world seemed to float off. Collapsing, they coughed and wheezed, hacking some brackish substance before blacking out.
… jolted awake, feeling nauseous and confused. Where were they? Who were they? Scrambling upwards, they winced as their head protested their movement with an intense pounding. Sucking air through their teeth in pain, they looked around, thankful the light wasn’t too bright. They were in a forest of some kind, and there was some foul smell in the air.
They noticed a leather bracelet on their right foreleg as they were about to rub at their eyes. They examined it closer. Carved into a small stone tablet connected to the strip were the strange words of ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’
Albeit confused, they made it a point to try to take note of the words. They seemed to be important. But with every attempt to commit it to memory, it was trying to squeeze onto a slippery ball that shot out of your claws with every effort to grasp it.
The words were familiar, but they wouldn’t stick. No wonder they had them on a stone tablet. They read the engraved words, having no idea how many times they already had. ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’. What did it mean? Did it mean anything? What was the message again? ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’ Why was it important?
They found myself becoming nauseous as their thoughts began to run in circles, begging them-self that for once, to just remember. They had to. Their entire body was shivering, and they roared in frustration at their own lacking, startling birds into taking flight. Why were they like this?
What has cursed them so, to render in this permanent state of wondering what they did mere minutes ago. It was misery. ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’ They stared at the stone tablet connected to their foreleg before their eyes panned out. Poking through the moss and ferns were various colorful roses.
As … stared, it was almost as if the roses were writhing, and …’s head began to feel like it was fading, and they found it hard to remain concentrated. ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’. Fire is key. They could breathe fire. With that final thought, before being overwhelmed by the migraine, they began to blast out fire in every direction, at every rose they could spot. Why? They had hardly a clue, but something told them they had to.
Finally, the headache subsided with the area around them turned to still burning ash and scorched bark. And through the smoky haze, for once, they remembered something.
It was a dark cave of some sort, floor, walls, and ceiling formed from craggy grey stone. Morning light drifted inwards from the nearby opening, a cool breeze following along. Stumbling out of the cave, they found themselves at the lip of a forest, sunshine filtering through the canopy down to the moss blanket floor.
They had absolutely no recollection of this place or why they were here. As they stumbled a bit forward, they noticed the leather bracelet on their right foreleg. Dangling from the leather strip was a small stone tablet with several words engraved on it. ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’
Those words weren’t cryptic at all. But they had to be important. Without much thought into it, they began to delve deeper within the forest. They had no goal in mind, merely wandering for the sake of it. Movement was better than none, at least to them. They had no idea why, but it felt right.
As they traversed through the forest’s undergrowth, they found various types of flora and fauna. Some of which they helped themselves too after noticing their hunger pains. As they moved forward, they noticed that they had no recollection of the path they took, nor the direction they were headed in.
Their claws were bloody, and they had no idea why. Head spinning, they leaned on a tree as the world seemed to float off. Collapsing, they coughed and wheezed, hacking some brackish substance before blacking out.
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They noticed a leather bracelet on their right foreleg as they were about to rub at their eyes. They examined it closer. Carved into a small stone tablet connected to the strip were the strange words of ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’
Albeit confused, they made it a point to try to take note of the words. They seemed to be important. But with every attempt to commit it to memory, it was trying to squeeze onto a slippery ball that shot out of your claws with every effort to grasp it.
The words were familiar, but they wouldn’t stick. No wonder they had them on a stone tablet. They read the engraved words, having no idea how many times they already had. ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’. What did it mean? Did it mean anything? What was the message again? ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’ Why was it important?
They found myself becoming nauseous as their thoughts began to run in circles, begging them-self that for once, to just remember. They had to. Their entire body was shivering, and they roared in frustration at their own lacking, startling birds into taking flight. Why were they like this?
What has cursed them so, to render in this permanent state of wondering what they did mere minutes ago. It was misery. ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’ They stared at the stone tablet connected to their foreleg before their eyes panned out. Poking through the moss and ferns were various colorful roses.
As … stared, it was almost as if the roses were writhing, and …’s head began to feel like it was fading, and they found it hard to remain concentrated. ‘Fire is key. Fear the rose.’. Fire is key. They could breathe fire. With that final thought, before being overwhelmed by the migraine, they began to blast out fire in every direction, at every rose they could spot. Why? They had hardly a clue, but something told them they had to.
Finally, the headache subsided with the area around them turned to still burning ash and scorched bark. And through the smoky haze, for once, they remembered something.