You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs.

[PRIVATE] You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs.

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Helovian Ancient

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12-22-2014, 12:21 AM

It begins as most things do; a feeling. It's an unavoidable sensation that prickles a tingles in the back of your mind, like a thought that itches. You reach to scratch, but its just beyond your grasp, itching further, more intensely, simply because you cannot relieve it. The itch becomes a burn that sears across your nerves, fraying them until its is all that consumes you, encompassing you day and night in ash and ember alike. Your dreams are a cacophony of flames, a jungle of emblazoned spires that reach and gouge and embed like like coals in the soles of your hooves, flaring up with each step you place and smoking like kindling just coming to life even when you don't. It is inescapable. It drives you, like a hot spur pressed into your sides, hide singing, flesh peeling, relieved by only one thing.

Move it begs of you. Your kingdom of ice and snow may seem the perfect refuge for your plight, but the sensation endures, unrelenting, until you travel south. The mountains have kept you steeled away too long, locked in a spire of tundra like some ancient beast set to guard a gem. There are more ancient things that exist in this world though, more beastly too, and that is why relief only comes as you near the sea's spray. It calls to you, sings to you with each dancing wave. The surf and the foam shine with a familiar light as they curl and tumble, wild and reckless against the surf. The burning subsides like a low tide in the ocean of your flesh, crawling, creeping, but receding.

It beckons you to enter the waves.
Drown it asks beneath a guarded smile.
Vanish he asks as his hooves cut the sand behind you.

Will you succumb, Reaper, or turn and face he who yields the hot iron pressed so firmly at the back of your neck?

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You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Random Event - 12-22-2014, 12:21 AM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Deimos - 12-22-2014, 08:25 AM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Random Event - 12-24-2014, 07:44 PM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Deimos - 12-25-2014, 03:40 PM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Random Event - 12-28-2014, 02:48 AM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Deimos - 12-29-2014, 01:07 PM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Random Event - 01-02-2015, 02:04 AM

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