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ARTORIAS
Where did it go?
Where were you?
What happened?
What the HELL was going on?
First you had been merely wandering, your aimlessness carrying you to the Winter God's domain, a dangerous place. Food, hunger drove you here, and listlessly you had stood beside the pool, and not for the first time the temptation of fading into it's waters whispered through your mind. A release from this curse, it promised. An end to the madness, to the fear of being out of control.
Then it happened, and you were there but... not there. The world changed, scents shifting, and strange sounds reached your ears. Blind you may be, but even without sight you could sense that this place... was different.
wrong.
Yet right.
Ohohoho what sweet chaos this was! Quickly you shy away from the water's edge, but the ground is different from what you know, and your mind is still reeling from the queer sensation of being elsewhere and not there, so it's of little surprise that you stumble, metal rattling as you drop to a knee with a grunt. The impact jarred your twisted body, and with a snarl you jerk back to your feet, fanged jaws snapping at the air with fervor, spittle flying as you champ your frustration.
You were no clumsy fool. You were no-
You were not this angry creature, furious over... what? A stumble?
Lips dropped back down over bared fangs, concealed ears pinning back as you shift in place. A quiet voice makes you turn your head, the undoubtedly feminine creature asking the same question you wanted to know. Well, she spared you the shame of ignorance, so you keep your silence, choosing instead to focus more upon where you were than what had happened(because in all honestly, you had not a clue, yet someone must have, and thus they would answer the girl's question and your own all without effort on your part. Hurrah.). Slowly, carefully, with as much grace as you can muster, you begin to edge away from the rest, away from this madness that would undoubtedly arouse your own.
By some miracle you make it to a small clump of trees, and behind their shield you linger, leaning against the trunks for support as you listen.
You were always good at that.
"Speech"
