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12-27-2014, 01:12 AM
all the VOICES in my MIND
The sand, the spearing of horns. It does nothing to stop these creatures. They swarm, they raid. They break. They do not touch the child, though. No. That would be cruel. But aren't they? Aren't they cruel? It doesn't matter. They just want Seele to listen and speak for them!
More cries. More screams. They disperse as soon as the wings begin to flap on the child, as quickly as they had appeared. As soon as they see that the group has separated enough to get to Midas they suddenly reform - moving through objects as if it were nothing. After all, they were souls. They were here for the pain. They were here to be heard.
The air was colder now, though. It had seemed to drop. To freeze. It was moving in, trying to take down the painted stag. And words finally hit the air - well, words that would actually make sense this time. "Go away! Go away so we will be heard!" It's a screech. A painful screech full of blame for the one thing that they thought was keeping Seele from voicing all of their problems to the world.
They would kill him if they had to. This time, the words were not the only thing that came to life, though. This time they also began to harden as they pressed up against him. They tried to cut at Midas - they tried to inflict pain. Or, at least they wanted to.
More cries. More screams. They disperse as soon as the wings begin to flap on the child, as quickly as they had appeared. As soon as they see that the group has separated enough to get to Midas they suddenly reform - moving through objects as if it were nothing. After all, they were souls. They were here for the pain. They were here to be heard.
The air was colder now, though. It had seemed to drop. To freeze. It was moving in, trying to take down the painted stag. And words finally hit the air - well, words that would actually make sense this time. "Go away! Go away so we will be heard!" It's a screech. A painful screech full of blame for the one thing that they thought was keeping Seele from voicing all of their problems to the world.
They would kill him if they had to. This time, the words were not the only thing that came to life, though. This time they also began to harden as they pressed up against him. They tried to cut at Midas - they tried to inflict pain. Or, at least they wanted to.
calling out ACROSS the line
