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| The Broken Oracle | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 29 2005, 01:42 PM (183 Views) | |
| Desdemona | Mar 29 2005, 01:42 PM Post #1 |
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Soul chilling cackling clawed at the silence that had settled over the barren lands. The giver of this call was a woman, deranged and maddened not only by the sun looming above but by the things that were not there. Crazy? Oh yes very much so, even a blind man must sense the presence of overwhelming insanity that oozed from the huddled woman. Completely? No…only in stages like these was Desdemona entirely a loon but a loon she was. Back to the stone wall her knees were drawn up to her chest as she rocked back and forth, laughing. Her laughter was dry like the ground around her, ashes covered her cheeks and hands but she paid it no mind. She was too consumed by the scenes playing before her to mind the dark ashes staining her pale skin. Horrid scenes they were, death the focal point in all of them. They came in spurts, making her to have an erratic disposition. It wasn’t her fault; she hadn’t asked for the things she saw, the knowing of what was to come. “No!” She howled to no one, “Run child run!” Her rocking increased as did her breathing, how could the child not see the man approaching her? “Get away from her!” Shrieking she tore at her ragged hair out of pure frustration; closing her eyes didn’t help the image burned just as brightly. “Oh…” Desdemona moaned falling to her side in a heap of tattered clothing and weary bones. The vision passed and she was again in the desolate area, tired, thirsty and bleak. Parched lips yearned for water and she’d near forgotten the taste of bread. Formerly a priestess for a dead goddess she’d been used to these wants but now that she’d lost faith in her deity…there wasn’t a passion behind them. She lost many things with the death of her goddess, what little control over her ‘gift’ being one of them. Then it had been considered a sending from the goddess now though it was a burden that had no meaning. A broken body to house a broken soul Desdemona watched the world play before her painted in blood and ash, just like the stuff she was laying in. Deserted by everything she knew, she didn’t fight off the next set of visions. Her body convulsed as a screech was torn from her throat. Next came the incoherent ramblings and the violent shaking soon followed. It was worse when there were people around, then the visions would be of them and because of this in her ranting Desdemona would tell them what she saw in a less then polite way. This would lead to her going on and on about death and despair creating a scene most would like to forget. There was only so much a waking body could take; her eyes rolled back and she went limp besides the wall, the slight quiver of her chest the only sign of life. This was the life of an abandoned oracle and it was fast becoming a living hell. |
 
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| Faer | Apr 4 2005, 05:46 AM Post #2 |
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Faer heard the twitching sounds of a woman shrieking. Who was she shrieking at? A child in trouble, an illusion of a past memory? In Avalon, everything was game and there was no telling of assumption whats she would do. In avalon, someone could shout for any reason, at any time. Everything wa the way it was and no one could know for sure what was happening. She shifted her view and jetted down the spiraling paths, heading towards the womans voice. She kneeled next to the huddled woman and sighed. She let her light blue tail flicker with power and she softly touched the woman. She could see the visions of pain in the womans head, for she was gifted with the Oracle abilities, aswell, but she had learned to take control and fight whatever she saw. "Listen, Listen...I am Faer, I have the oracle abilities, I know what you are going through...listen! Pay Attention! you can fight these things. You are you, they are them. You have control. They do not! You must know that you are stronger without them!" Faer stared at the woman and peered deep in her eyes. She could see the woman had potention to be a great oracle, if she could ever control her magic...Faer was a strong in the way, for she had been taught by a practicioner that lived in her palace. She had never wanted anything more than to learn how to become an oracle, so she did. She fought, hard, and focused the power she had. She knew she had some magic, and she focused it with help of the oracle in the fortress. It was odd, but faer wanted to help this girl so much. She wanted to make sure this woman would learn how to focus her powers and concentrate it in pure power, using only the best of tactics and abilities. "You can do it...Your in control...No anyone else. Its you life, Don't you forget!" She knew that Des could do it, she had complete hope and faith. Des could master her ability with a little help from someone...maybe She would help Des... |
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| Desdemona | Apr 6 2005, 09:56 AM Post #3 |
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Des was faintly aware of the other but she was too lost in her visions to respond. Shying away from her touch the girl’s word penetrated the images running through her mind. They tugged at Desdemona’s sanity, drawing it back and beating away at the madness. Even during her time at the temple Des had not been taught to control her gift. The priestesses did not know how and in fact feared the talent. They claimed it to be something from the goddess, something that could not be controlled and it would be blasphemy to try to. Finally the visions subsided and Des opened an eye to stare at the girl. How could the girl possibly know what she was going through? Des continued to stare at her wearily; her eyes dimmed and head throbbing. “It’s not my life anymore…never has been since the first vision.” Desdemona propped herself up, keeping a fair distance between her and Faer. There was something unusual about the girl…maybe it was her tail but she wouldn’t be the first person in Avalon with a tail. For her entire life Des had believed her talent to be the outcome of being one of the favored of her goddess. That was a lie though; her goddess did not exist so why did she have these visions? Sometimes she thought it might be magic but then again wouldn’t she have other skills as well other then prophesy? Shaking her head slowly she leaned against the wall just thinking. “You said your name was Faer? Yes?” She remembered bits and pieces of what was said to her while in the delirium. “I am Desdemona…thank you but perhaps you should leave. Most do not want their fates laid out before them and most of the time I don’t have pleasant things to say.” Des commented flatly, sharing the honest truth with Faer, as she showed before the woman could not control when visions came nor her mad ravings. It would be a blessing to be taught how to control them, how to stop them from coming short of dieing but sadly she had yet to find such a teacher. There were few who wanted to put up with the woman and her prophesies of death. |
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