This world is dark, full of trees and small and scuttling things. The God-King, the Merciless, the once-legendary ruler of the Primordium, turns slowly and sifts through her surroundings, evaluating the atoms with their simple construction, each molecularized life-thing, the make and build of the tall-arching trees clad in their thick, blackened bark. The silence, evaluated with rigid disinterest, makes no claim of what might be here, only that there are presences here, many and with different purposes.
All of which disinterest her.
Illyria chooses her pathway and walks, unhurried, Pancakes at her heel. She does not recall when her pet materialized beside her, but she pays it no further thought. Her translocation was not achieved by her own doing. This was, incredibly, inconceivably, abominably, done to her.
She will not listen to tree-whispers or tiny things that hide behind her in the dark. She will find what has done this to her. And then she will rend them.
no subject
This world is dark, full of trees and small and scuttling things. The God-King, the Merciless, the once-legendary ruler of the Primordium, turns slowly and sifts through her surroundings, evaluating the atoms with their simple construction, each molecularized life-thing, the make and build of the tall-arching trees clad in their thick, blackened bark. The silence, evaluated with rigid disinterest, makes no claim of what might be here, only that there are presences here, many and with different purposes.
All of which disinterest her.
Illyria chooses her pathway and walks, unhurried, Pancakes at her heel. She does not recall when her pet materialized beside her, but she pays it no further thought. Her translocation was not achieved by her own doing. This was, incredibly, inconceivably, abominably, done to her.
She will not listen to tree-whispers or tiny things that hide behind her in the dark. She will find what has done this to her. And then she will rend them.