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thoughtformed2014-03-14 12:52 pm
coimiceoir) wrote in thoughtformed2014-03-14 12:52 pm
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[Video - Accidental]
[The feed comes on in the middle of a sentence, and for a moment it might be confused for gibberish, but no, she's speaking in Gaelic, shouting over the terrible rumble of the mountain and the crash of falling debris. The camera lies on its side in the grass, with a half-obscured view of a veritable stampede of creatures fleeing. Not a one of them seems to care if predator and prey are beside one another: they're all wild-eyed and panicky, but for the moment they're under control.
Aisling stands on a fallen tree, clearly visible. From this angle, at least, she seems as calm as a person may be under these circumstances, with a dray of baby squirrels under one arm. She throws out her free hand as the ground shakes, and the phone settles enough to see more flaming projectiles raining down into the forest further away. As they disappear below the treeline, Aisling cries out and falters, going to one knee as though she's been struck. The ground stops trembling for the moment, but she still shudders, breath hissing between her teeth.
Her control over the animals has slipped, and they're beginning to branch out, backtracking, pausing, snapping at one another, utterly terrified. Slowly, she pushes herself back to her feet, flinging back her hair and reasserting her control. The eyes of the animals glow red for a second, as though a flashbulb has gone off, and they calm enough to keep heading the direction she wants them to go.
Glancing down, Aisling catches sight of her phone and stoops to lift it.]
Get to the sea! A river of fire is coming, and there is no way to stop it that I know. Fly, and keep yourselves out of harm's way!
[She's too busy to linger, and the feed shuts off with a click.]
Aisling stands on a fallen tree, clearly visible. From this angle, at least, she seems as calm as a person may be under these circumstances, with a dray of baby squirrels under one arm. She throws out her free hand as the ground shakes, and the phone settles enough to see more flaming projectiles raining down into the forest further away. As they disappear below the treeline, Aisling cries out and falters, going to one knee as though she's been struck. The ground stops trembling for the moment, but she still shudders, breath hissing between her teeth.
Her control over the animals has slipped, and they're beginning to branch out, backtracking, pausing, snapping at one another, utterly terrified. Slowly, she pushes herself back to her feet, flinging back her hair and reasserting her control. The eyes of the animals glow red for a second, as though a flashbulb has gone off, and they calm enough to keep heading the direction she wants them to go.
Glancing down, Aisling catches sight of her phone and stoops to lift it.]
Get to the sea! A river of fire is coming, and there is no way to stop it that I know. Fly, and keep yourselves out of harm's way!
[She's too busy to linger, and the feed shuts off with a click.]
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[Another of his friends might have flinched in surprise at his sharp tone. Aisling froze for a split second.
Ice cold shock and fear stiffened her limbs and the roaring laughter of Crom Cruach hissed in her ears. Time slowed. For the briefest moment, the world darkened, and she could see the great serpent coiled around the boy, its fangs seated deep in his heart. He no longer had the protection of his Lady to guard him. Here it had reared its eye-less head again, sapping her friend's very will to live, whispering doubts to her. He is but one, and quiet, powerless... mortal. He will die anyway. All around you your forest dies - do you not have a greater charge? Go, little princess. Take your destiny and leave this one to me.
She could feel it drawing on her bone-deep weariness, her pain, her grief, her fear, sapping her strength and making her vulnerable. She understood - there was the crux of it. She understood the desire to simply lie down, and never wake again. To give up the burdens of living. Let another, with more energy, more drive, less heart break, take it up and carry forward. If there were even another to follow. At times it didn't even matter.
The air shivered, and around Koizumi stood the spirits of her clan, her father with his death wounds and broken spear, her mother and her undimmed sword. She had already lost so much to the serpent. Had run from it, had accepted its hold on her and vowed to fight against it to the end of her days. The misty forms raised their weapons in a silent shout, driving back the darkness and the cold. She would not bow before the serpent! Not ever again!
She blinked and rose against it, more stern and bold than ever. No more than a second or two had passed.]
I will not! What good would your death do? Just bring more sorrow, more pain, more confusion and hate! You have friends - not just your Lady, or her servants, and not only me. I've seen you with the Iron Warrior, and you talk about others, too. Will you pass your pain to them?
[She quivered like a plucked bow string, fierce despite the imprint of the forest's agony on her face. She was frightened - so frightened - but she wouldn't give in to it. She wouldn't break and flee.]
Come on! Get up!