Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 22, 2009 14:46:59 GMT -5
The final rays of light receded over the horizon, thier arms forced back by the incoming darkness, bringing forth the warmth of night that engulfed the countryside as the fricolous grasshoppers made music in the chilled ari. Tall white barked trees swayed in the breeze to a song and their rustling laughs joined in with the chorus.
At least, it would have been like that, if the thing hadn't arrived just a week before.
It was a heaving great mass of black that rolled though the glades and thickets with a ravenous hunger, sapping life from the whispering trees and the things that crawled and moved in the undergrowth. It searched for something, a form, a thing to which it would belong because things without shape or size could not possibly exist, not at all by the standards of this world, unlike the one previous. This creature, or spirit if one might call it was known by one name and that name was Styx.
Welled up from the banks of it's home, that ancient river of death that joined to the river Acheron at the border of Hades but now the spirit wished for to expand it's reach, leaving behind the familiar lands. Whatever form it was to take was unknown to it though, it brushed through many a thing in it's travelling and aimless wanderings but nothing was satisfactory, nothing was substantial, nothing was intelligent. It needed something to dwell in that would actually have a mind of it's own, something that it could control and something that would defend itself without needing the aid of someone else. That was the problem with these forest beasts, they were just animals, thoughtless, mindless creatures, and so with the grass browning and withering at it's edges, it pressed on till it was halted by a single sound that only barely infringed on the birthing of an idea in the creature's mind.
The sound of a cry, a small babe squealing in suprise from the shock of entry into the cold, strange world in which it had found itself, wet whorls of red hair pressed to the little thing's scalp and blue green eyes tightly shut to block out the blinding brightness that haloed this world and everything in it. The creature was a young soul, a small thing that had not yet built it's defenses to the world, but perhaps one day it would be stronger, and it would be able, and it had been chosen by Styx to be host.
The sack of oily water lurched in the direction of the noise, slithering vilely over the landscape with a newfound fervor and purpose. It was to find this newborn and then truly find place in the world of the living, and extend to reach of the riverfront in glorious conquest.
The baby's eyes opened shyly to look on at the world and up at the faces of the two who stood in the room, the mother and father whom had come under the responsibility of caring for the little creature. It's eyes watering in the dark, smoky mist that began to settled in the secluded little home in the Virisean countryside, hidden away from the horrors of the government's hand and the like, here it was peaceful with the exception of the invader that was seeping into the lungs of the child, being absorbed into the bloodstream and letting it's soul overpower that of the little one who looked up at it's parents.
At least, it would have been like that, if the thing hadn't arrived just a week before.
It was a heaving great mass of black that rolled though the glades and thickets with a ravenous hunger, sapping life from the whispering trees and the things that crawled and moved in the undergrowth. It searched for something, a form, a thing to which it would belong because things without shape or size could not possibly exist, not at all by the standards of this world, unlike the one previous. This creature, or spirit if one might call it was known by one name and that name was Styx.
Welled up from the banks of it's home, that ancient river of death that joined to the river Acheron at the border of Hades but now the spirit wished for to expand it's reach, leaving behind the familiar lands. Whatever form it was to take was unknown to it though, it brushed through many a thing in it's travelling and aimless wanderings but nothing was satisfactory, nothing was substantial, nothing was intelligent. It needed something to dwell in that would actually have a mind of it's own, something that it could control and something that would defend itself without needing the aid of someone else. That was the problem with these forest beasts, they were just animals, thoughtless, mindless creatures, and so with the grass browning and withering at it's edges, it pressed on till it was halted by a single sound that only barely infringed on the birthing of an idea in the creature's mind.
The sound of a cry, a small babe squealing in suprise from the shock of entry into the cold, strange world in which it had found itself, wet whorls of red hair pressed to the little thing's scalp and blue green eyes tightly shut to block out the blinding brightness that haloed this world and everything in it. The creature was a young soul, a small thing that had not yet built it's defenses to the world, but perhaps one day it would be stronger, and it would be able, and it had been chosen by Styx to be host.
The sack of oily water lurched in the direction of the noise, slithering vilely over the landscape with a newfound fervor and purpose. It was to find this newborn and then truly find place in the world of the living, and extend to reach of the riverfront in glorious conquest.
The baby's eyes opened shyly to look on at the world and up at the faces of the two who stood in the room, the mother and father whom had come under the responsibility of caring for the little creature. It's eyes watering in the dark, smoky mist that began to settled in the secluded little home in the Virisean countryside, hidden away from the horrors of the government's hand and the like, here it was peaceful with the exception of the invader that was seeping into the lungs of the child, being absorbed into the bloodstream and letting it's soul overpower that of the little one who looked up at it's parents.
