For a moment, back in hell.
Sunday, 16 February 2014 16:45![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlesilvertipIt took a while, but the last part of the second tail is totally destroyed. Gone. Obliterated. My task is achieved. A bit of time spent on the Rune-Scape, and then I went back to the lake to sleep.
I got woke up by a familiar enough howl. It took me a few moments, before I recognized the person who howled - it was Coyote, the wendigo cub. First ranked now, but still. She mistook me for my sister form a distance, while I was trying to figure out who the hell she was. I had to tell her who I was, and the brief ‘I had problems in the spirit lands’ explanation. About then, I finally hunted down the mental rabbit: Coyote just returned from the spirit lands herself. She was right behind my sister when she left, but the two got separated. She thought it’d been five years. Maybe she’s right? I have a hard time keeping track anymore. I’m not even sure how old I am. 12? 14? 20? By what I could tell, she had been gone two years. I tried to fill her in on some of the things that ha happened, but I was gone for so much of it, I don’t know myself! She went looking for my sister, to find out more.
I made the mistake of stopping by the caern, seeing if I could run into more Bone Gnawers on the way to the scab, maybe avoid having to go all the way out there for work. I only found Slug, who I already talked to. But then I heard a voice below.
In the tunnels.
Going below was… hard. Very hard. I started reliving memories of the last time I’d been there. How it’d gone so very wrong. That lead to more thoughts, and those thoughts lead to different memories, and then the next thing I knew, I was in Flux all over again, writhing in the pure chaos that…
I must have looked a great big coward. I smelled later that I peed myself at some point, but I didn’t even notice. My nerves were gone. I could barely force myself to follow slug down through the tunnels. And then I started hearing voices behind us. It was us. We watched ourselves go through the same motions again and again. Echoes. We were echoing in time. I’d become unstuck from time again. Fuck.
We went a little further, before we found the old master of the rite, stuck in a cave wall. Apparently the wall formed around him, crushing him. I do not doubt this story at all. I worked my gifts to get him unburied quickly, while Slug screwed around. The Get didn’t recognize me - I can now see why everyone says this. I got a good look myself, watching those echoes. I look smaller and different; maybe like my female relatives? At least I look like relatives. I didn’t think on it for very long at the time, though. I just freed the Get dragged him to the surface as fast as I could. I don’t think I stopped running until I was in daylight again. Slug and the Get started talking. I forget about what. It just pissed me off. I got angry, and defensive, and upset, and inches from frenzy yet again, and so I left. I felt like I couldn't breath until I was miles away.
I’m still echoing. Fuck.
Scab trip is postponed again. Plenty of time for sewing, and resting, hoping the time magic would go away soon. It didn’t. I was resting outside when Unfinished Business came out, and started doing a minor rite. When she started getting close to me, I let her know I was there, so she didn’t trip over me. She seemed impressed by the echoes, and thought it was a new trick I learned. She has a point - maybe in combat, this could be useful? If I can recreate it at will without pure wyld magic. Unfinished Business offered to help, but I don’t see how she can. She’s nice, though. She reminds me of a young, not ugly Untangler, who is a little faster in thought.
I sacked out there for the rest of the night, but sleep isn’t coming. I’ll do some sewing, and take some awakened medicine. I need the sleep.
I got woke up by a familiar enough howl. It took me a few moments, before I recognized the person who howled - it was Coyote, the wendigo cub. First ranked now, but still. She mistook me for my sister form a distance, while I was trying to figure out who the hell she was. I had to tell her who I was, and the brief ‘I had problems in the spirit lands’ explanation. About then, I finally hunted down the mental rabbit: Coyote just returned from the spirit lands herself. She was right behind my sister when she left, but the two got separated. She thought it’d been five years. Maybe she’s right? I have a hard time keeping track anymore. I’m not even sure how old I am. 12? 14? 20? By what I could tell, she had been gone two years. I tried to fill her in on some of the things that ha happened, but I was gone for so much of it, I don’t know myself! She went looking for my sister, to find out more.
I made the mistake of stopping by the caern, seeing if I could run into more Bone Gnawers on the way to the scab, maybe avoid having to go all the way out there for work. I only found Slug, who I already talked to. But then I heard a voice below.
In the tunnels.
Going below was… hard. Very hard. I started reliving memories of the last time I’d been there. How it’d gone so very wrong. That lead to more thoughts, and those thoughts lead to different memories, and then the next thing I knew, I was in Flux all over again, writhing in the pure chaos that…
I must have looked a great big coward. I smelled later that I peed myself at some point, but I didn’t even notice. My nerves were gone. I could barely force myself to follow slug down through the tunnels. And then I started hearing voices behind us. It was us. We watched ourselves go through the same motions again and again. Echoes. We were echoing in time. I’d become unstuck from time again. Fuck.
We went a little further, before we found the old master of the rite, stuck in a cave wall. Apparently the wall formed around him, crushing him. I do not doubt this story at all. I worked my gifts to get him unburied quickly, while Slug screwed around. The Get didn’t recognize me - I can now see why everyone says this. I got a good look myself, watching those echoes. I look smaller and different; maybe like my female relatives? At least I look like relatives. I didn’t think on it for very long at the time, though. I just freed the Get dragged him to the surface as fast as I could. I don’t think I stopped running until I was in daylight again. Slug and the Get started talking. I forget about what. It just pissed me off. I got angry, and defensive, and upset, and inches from frenzy yet again, and so I left. I felt like I couldn't breath until I was miles away.
I’m still echoing. Fuck.
Scab trip is postponed again. Plenty of time for sewing, and resting, hoping the time magic would go away soon. It didn’t. I was resting outside when Unfinished Business came out, and started doing a minor rite. When she started getting close to me, I let her know I was there, so she didn’t trip over me. She seemed impressed by the echoes, and thought it was a new trick I learned. She has a point - maybe in combat, this could be useful? If I can recreate it at will without pure wyld magic. Unfinished Business offered to help, but I don’t see how she can. She’s nice, though. She reminds me of a young, not ugly Untangler, who is a little faster in thought.
I sacked out there for the rest of the night, but sleep isn’t coming. I’ll do some sewing, and take some awakened medicine. I need the sleep.
