⇒ [CAUGHT UP IN THIS MADNESS]
Who: Yazoo and. Lmao. So open. ♥
When: Here and now.
Where: The Planet's Core [NEUTRAL TURF].
What: Like. Lifestream hypnosis. That shit's pretty much the ultimate 'Remnant-B-Gone' ...
Type: Log, action, it's all good.
Notes/Warnings: As many threads/people as you like, and a little forewarning before threadjacking would be super appreciated. 8')
So, then. This was the Planet's Core? Yazoo stood at the edge of a drifting pillar formation, an elegant streak of black and silver against the vast, seemingly never-ending cascade of dazzling greens and whites; occasionally, a rebel strand of the Lifestream would burst forth from the emerald ether, and the Remnant found himself taking extra care to ensure that he avoided any direct contact. Why? He wasn't sure. A new, thus far indescribable emotion had been slowly filling him from the tips of his toes to the top of his gleaming head since setting foot in the place: it was similar to sadness, he supposed, or perhaps even fear ...
Long, dark lashes fluttered a shade lower, and his not entirely unique feline pupils narrowed to thin slits amidst bottomless pools of jade. Those eerie eyes, perpetually hard, cold, and closed to the outside world were suddenly wide open; windows to the soul indeed, for while Yazoo felt surprisingly healthy, not to mention stronger than he'd ever remembered feeling before, he couldn't shake the maddening notion that he'd somehow gained a vulnerability he'd entered the place without. Why, it was almost as though the Lifestream could somehow see deep into his core, and it definitely didn't like what it found there.
-But then again, what did it matter? Yazoo lived for Mother, not for some pathetic Planet ...
Still, there was no denying that it was beautiful. Hypnotically so. Yazoo was irresistibly drawn towards it; he leaned forwards an inch, and then leaned forwards again, until he was teetering precariously over the edge as though weighing up the pros and cons of suicide.
Would I die ... ? He wondered, unblinking in his contemplation. The sheer novelty of the idea left him thoughtful, and pulled his lips into a small, mildly amused smirk;
... Can I die?
When: Here and now.
Where: The Planet's Core [NEUTRAL TURF].
What: Like. Lifestream hypnosis. That shit's pretty much the ultimate 'Remnant-B-Gone' ...
Type: Log, action, it's all good.
Notes/Warnings: As many threads/people as you like, and a little forewarning before threadjacking would be super appreciated. 8')
So, then. This was the Planet's Core? Yazoo stood at the edge of a drifting pillar formation, an elegant streak of black and silver against the vast, seemingly never-ending cascade of dazzling greens and whites; occasionally, a rebel strand of the Lifestream would burst forth from the emerald ether, and the Remnant found himself taking extra care to ensure that he avoided any direct contact. Why? He wasn't sure. A new, thus far indescribable emotion had been slowly filling him from the tips of his toes to the top of his gleaming head since setting foot in the place: it was similar to sadness, he supposed, or perhaps even fear ...
Long, dark lashes fluttered a shade lower, and his not entirely unique feline pupils narrowed to thin slits amidst bottomless pools of jade. Those eerie eyes, perpetually hard, cold, and closed to the outside world were suddenly wide open; windows to the soul indeed, for while Yazoo felt surprisingly healthy, not to mention stronger than he'd ever remembered feeling before, he couldn't shake the maddening notion that he'd somehow gained a vulnerability he'd entered the place without. Why, it was almost as though the Lifestream could somehow see deep into his core, and it definitely didn't like what it found there.
-But then again, what did it matter? Yazoo lived for Mother, not for some pathetic Planet ...
Still, there was no denying that it was beautiful. Hypnotically so. Yazoo was irresistibly drawn towards it; he leaned forwards an inch, and then leaned forwards again, until he was teetering precariously over the edge as though weighing up the pros and cons of suicide.
Would I die ... ? He wondered, unblinking in his contemplation. The sheer novelty of the idea left him thoughtful, and pulled his lips into a small, mildly amused smirk;
... Can I die?