Post by ShadowD on Apr 5, 2012 23:28:54 GMT -5
Black feathers fell across a white background. They slowly merged into a shape- that of a raven. It flew. Not in any particular direction. It swayed gently back and forth, as if the wind was steadily pushing it. The image of this delicate bird stayed in view for quite a while, then faded away. Then nothing. Nothing except a light breeze, the faint scent of roses, and a float-y feeling. It was relaxing. He wished he could stay like this forever. Though he knew he couldn't. The raven had returned after what felt like days. It came with a message for him. It spoke to him. Not with words, but through a sort of telepathy.
You must wake up now.
Wake up? From what? Sleep?
You must.
I don't understand.. I like it here. Can't I stay?
Wake up.
What. Is. This. A bright light shined in his eyes, not allowing him to focus. The smell of roses faded and was replaced by a dry, unidentifiable scent. Blood filled his mouth, along with other unwanted tastes. Then he began the think. Though the more he thought, the more he didn't know what to think. What was the blood from? Where was he? What was he? Who was he?
Pain. A jolt of antagonizing pain ran through his body. It felt as if he were being crushed from the inside out. He tried to lift himself, but he didn't have the stre- Wings? A pair of large, feathered wings were lying beside him. They looked a bit battered. Well, his whole being looked horrible. He tried to push his pain away and looked at his surroundings. His vision had cleared a bit. He realized that he was in the middle of nowhere still. But this time he didn't like it. He was in a large field of cold, white stuff. There where a few mountains, but they were all, what seemed to be, miles away. He looked up. He had wings, didn't he? Perhaps someone else did too. But all he saw where white, sparkly specks and the bright orb that had been blinding him before. What was it doing up there? "Hello?" He managed to utter a single word, but his throat felt dry and cut up. He tried to remember something- anything! But nothing filled his empty mind. He curled up- cold, confused, and alone. He had no idea what he should do, or how he should do it. The only thing he did know, was that he could speak. He decided to close his eyes. Maybe the raven would come take him back?
Just then, he felt a sharp object jab at his nose. His eyes jolted open. A familiar shape sat in front of him. The raven! It had heard his thoughts!
May you come back? You wish to know?
The voice of the bird entered his mind. Finally! His friend had returned to bring him back from this Hell! He smiled and mouthed a "yes."
Nevermore, Silverstrike.
And with that, the raven flew away. Tears filled in his eyes. He was alone again, and he feared it would stay that way.
[ooc- Silver did not actually speak with the bird. It's voice was all in his head]