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| Principle of Imagination |
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I am.
That is the first thought I ever had once I crossed from the Beyond.
I have no memory of before, but I feel the loss of a collective from which I came. Things in this world are sometimes familiar to me and a voice or a strain of music will drift to the fore of my consciousness then ebb again, lost.
In my beginning I was a wisp of cloud among the tops of the trees. I was a rattle in the deep caves. I was the fleeting thought behind the eyes of a bird, then I was again without form.
Until I came to rest inside the body of a boy, murdered in a field, but still warm to the touch. I asked his departing soul if he had need of the body anymore. He said 'no', that his life had been hard and he had no wish to return. So I blew the breath of life into his battered form. That first breath, drawn with human lungs, was pleasurable beyond description.
I wandered the forests, awestruck at the beauty of my hand grasping a branch, at the hum of life in my new ears and at the one-light burning in the sky. I ate berries and leaves and it was ecstasy. After a time, though, I began to wither and I gave over to the darker desires of this body. It's hunger was a deeper drone in my mind and I am ashamed at what it found to satisfy itself. In those times, I turn my eyes away and let the body take its fill. I will never speak of it.
I kept the company of a man for a time, who taught me the ways of the blade. He had his own hunger, and for a time, our needs were symbiotic.
But although I remember nothing of my people, I know that to kill for sport is wrong and to take such glee in it is an abomination.
I spent a long time after I left him trying to waste away in solitude in the deep forest, to drive this body with it's unnatural tastes into oblivion. But always, just as the light was mercifully about to leave me, the body would take over and I would wake, sated and ashamed in the midst of such horrors I cannot describe.
I walk this world now, soulbound to this creature of darkness, until I find someone to set me free again, though freedom from the body will never be freedom from the things I've done.
Caenvur
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| In Necrovion a being with a familiar shape stirred. The shades, bound like a common Aramor, were trapped in the old man’s shell of a body. Lashtal greeted the old man, asking if he could aid him, but quickly realised something had changed. Mumbling incoherently Lashtal could sense the rage in the shadowy old man. Speaking several times with them, offering help and advice they failed to convey even the most basic instruction. As confusion reigned within them, the storm across Necrovion increased in its strength. ... |
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