A Gale of Grief (Open)
Dec 5, 2016 17:50:08 GMT -6
Post by Mokobo on Dec 5, 2016 17:50:08 GMT -6
Foreword
The events of this plot take place directly after those of Æze's origin (currently a WIP). One can read the aforementioned events here.
A cheery morning sun peeked above the horizon to bestow its warm rays upon the pearly sands which comprised the Yagisin Coast. Despite the early hour of the day, a multitude of creatures had already begun to busy themselves with their usual routines. Crabs and other shellfish scuttled across the damp earth in search of hiding spots to keep them safe from the ravenous birds which circled above. Harsh cries issued from the seagulls as they squabbled over the bounty the retreating tide had left upon the beach. Meanwhile songbirds, hidden in the eaves of the nearby jungle, began to warble their own merry tunes which contrasted in a pleasant way against the calls of their nautical cousins. Behind this discordant symphony of nature was the steady lull of the surf crashing upon the coast, reassuring with its steady beat. To the casual observer the dawn of the new day would be one full of peace and hope.
Yet there was one creature who observed the sunrise who felt neither of those emotions. Instead he was filled with grief and anxiety which overshadowed all other thoughts. This forlorn beast lingered just past the first layer of gloom cast by the fringes of the Southern Jungle, hidden in the shelter of a large fern. Yet his presence could be told by the soft, hoarse sobs which issued from the lush fronds, broken occasionally by a strained gasp for air. It would be apparent by these halting expressions of anguish that whatever had occurred to instill such sorrow in the creature had transpired a considerable time before. Yet if one did approach the source of those mournful wails in order to investigate, their eyes would fail to find any living creature. In stead all one would see was a faint impression in the loam from which the fern sprouted along with a patch of soil damp with tears.
It had been sometime past midnight when Æze had halted his headlong rush through the forest. Fear had consumed him greatly during that wild retreat through the jungle, so much that he had been quite surprised to find the sea before him. It was upon this very shore that he had first been introduced to this world, alone and afraid of every thing which moved. Full of indecision he had decided to rest under the shelter of the trees before moving onward. However, the young seita had been unable to find the peace of sleep during the remainder of the night. Each shadow seemed to twist and contort until they resembled a variety of menacing creatures and demons, which only served to increase the despair and sorrow that clenched his insides so tightly. Those specters has haunted him through the rest of the night, denying him even a moment of peace. He had hoped the dawn would have banished those shades which reminded him of the night's events, but even now as the day began to brighten he found his lonely world still felt cold and dark. For the time being, Æze remained hidden, sniffling and whining as he struggled to get a hold of his grief-stricken heart.
The events of this plot take place directly after those of Æze's origin (currently a WIP). One can read the aforementioned events here.
A cheery morning sun peeked above the horizon to bestow its warm rays upon the pearly sands which comprised the Yagisin Coast. Despite the early hour of the day, a multitude of creatures had already begun to busy themselves with their usual routines. Crabs and other shellfish scuttled across the damp earth in search of hiding spots to keep them safe from the ravenous birds which circled above. Harsh cries issued from the seagulls as they squabbled over the bounty the retreating tide had left upon the beach. Meanwhile songbirds, hidden in the eaves of the nearby jungle, began to warble their own merry tunes which contrasted in a pleasant way against the calls of their nautical cousins. Behind this discordant symphony of nature was the steady lull of the surf crashing upon the coast, reassuring with its steady beat. To the casual observer the dawn of the new day would be one full of peace and hope.
Yet there was one creature who observed the sunrise who felt neither of those emotions. Instead he was filled with grief and anxiety which overshadowed all other thoughts. This forlorn beast lingered just past the first layer of gloom cast by the fringes of the Southern Jungle, hidden in the shelter of a large fern. Yet his presence could be told by the soft, hoarse sobs which issued from the lush fronds, broken occasionally by a strained gasp for air. It would be apparent by these halting expressions of anguish that whatever had occurred to instill such sorrow in the creature had transpired a considerable time before. Yet if one did approach the source of those mournful wails in order to investigate, their eyes would fail to find any living creature. In stead all one would see was a faint impression in the loam from which the fern sprouted along with a patch of soil damp with tears.
It had been sometime past midnight when Æze had halted his headlong rush through the forest. Fear had consumed him greatly during that wild retreat through the jungle, so much that he had been quite surprised to find the sea before him. It was upon this very shore that he had first been introduced to this world, alone and afraid of every thing which moved. Full of indecision he had decided to rest under the shelter of the trees before moving onward. However, the young seita had been unable to find the peace of sleep during the remainder of the night. Each shadow seemed to twist and contort until they resembled a variety of menacing creatures and demons, which only served to increase the despair and sorrow that clenched his insides so tightly. Those specters has haunted him through the rest of the night, denying him even a moment of peace. He had hoped the dawn would have banished those shades which reminded him of the night's events, but even now as the day began to brighten he found his lonely world still felt cold and dark. For the time being, Æze remained hidden, sniffling and whining as he struggled to get a hold of his grief-stricken heart.