Post by Lone Bateleur on Nov 3, 2014 4:24:52 GMT
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She knew she had gotten yelled at the last time she came here, and she knew how unsafe it was to practice magic here, but she adored the serenity of the forest, the tranquility of the air as it stood still, shrouded by trees.
When it came to magic, she was improving rapidly. With Max, she had learned out to move the dirt once it was separated from the ground itself. Later, she had figured out how to do it from the ground itself, and now she was figuring out how to make rocks. First she could only make pebbles, but at the moment, she had floating in front of her fingers a rock about the size of a large coin. She shifted her vision towards a tree that stood adjacent from her, and she sent her rock flying at it. It bounced of the bark and rolled onto the ground. Good, that worked. Now to try again.
She formed another rock, this one larger now, but it took more of her concentration. She preferred something she figured out how to do herself. She would pick up a lot of dry soil and twirl it around like it was in wind. That was very easy and a lot more fun, but she thought it would be important to figure out how to create and launch stones first.
From the brush came a rustle, and Lone, desperate not to fail this time, glanced only with her eyes, which widened at the sight before her. It was a creature of some sort, watching her, peering from the distance, with a beautiful shell of vibrant colors. A tiny gasp fell from her chapped lips as she saw the creature in all it's majesty, but she backed up in the fear that it might be aggressive and attack her. It moved slowly forward, and she darted back, accidentally tossing the rock in it's direction.
It pierced the shell and it split as bloody red goo oozed out of the cracks. Oh no! Had she hurt it! Lone ran to it frantically, scared that she had injured it and in hopes that she could help it. But right before she reached it, the grass on the ground beneath her toes turned to dirt. Looking up, the creature, now a repulsive glob of sticky red slime reared it's head. The bush it was hiding in slowly ate away at itself and decomposed, and a noxious fume hit Lone's nose. She ran in the opposite direction, but the monster pursued her, and she found herself at a dead end as a stream crossed her path, it's water murky and opaque. The shadow of the creature loomed over her back and she turned her head, scared out of her wits. She did the only thing she could think of, and created a band of sandy dirt, then threw it at the monster in the hope that it would distract it. It screeched at her, and she did it again, this time aiming for what seemed to be the face, clenching her eyes tight. As the dust got into the Inhonestus' eyes, a gurgling grow came from it's amorphus form, and it thrashed around, causing everything in it's path to start and decay, until it flipped over and landed in the stream. From there, an unholy screech that caused the leaves on the trees to quiver was emitted as the creature bubbled and dissolved away until all movement stopped and it slowly floated to the bottom.
Lone watched this all happen with terror in her eyes and tears streaming down her face. Had she- Had she killed it? Had she killed the poor animal? She crept over to the edge of the stream and peered inside. Nothing. The woods were quiet once again as she stayed by the shore on her hands and knees, sobbing.
She knew she had gotten yelled at the last time she came here, and she knew how unsafe it was to practice magic here, but she adored the serenity of the forest, the tranquility of the air as it stood still, shrouded by trees.
When it came to magic, she was improving rapidly. With Max, she had learned out to move the dirt once it was separated from the ground itself. Later, she had figured out how to do it from the ground itself, and now she was figuring out how to make rocks. First she could only make pebbles, but at the moment, she had floating in front of her fingers a rock about the size of a large coin. She shifted her vision towards a tree that stood adjacent from her, and she sent her rock flying at it. It bounced of the bark and rolled onto the ground. Good, that worked. Now to try again.
She formed another rock, this one larger now, but it took more of her concentration. She preferred something she figured out how to do herself. She would pick up a lot of dry soil and twirl it around like it was in wind. That was very easy and a lot more fun, but she thought it would be important to figure out how to create and launch stones first.
From the brush came a rustle, and Lone, desperate not to fail this time, glanced only with her eyes, which widened at the sight before her. It was a creature of some sort, watching her, peering from the distance, with a beautiful shell of vibrant colors. A tiny gasp fell from her chapped lips as she saw the creature in all it's majesty, but she backed up in the fear that it might be aggressive and attack her. It moved slowly forward, and she darted back, accidentally tossing the rock in it's direction.
It pierced the shell and it split as bloody red goo oozed out of the cracks. Oh no! Had she hurt it! Lone ran to it frantically, scared that she had injured it and in hopes that she could help it. But right before she reached it, the grass on the ground beneath her toes turned to dirt. Looking up, the creature, now a repulsive glob of sticky red slime reared it's head. The bush it was hiding in slowly ate away at itself and decomposed, and a noxious fume hit Lone's nose. She ran in the opposite direction, but the monster pursued her, and she found herself at a dead end as a stream crossed her path, it's water murky and opaque. The shadow of the creature loomed over her back and she turned her head, scared out of her wits. She did the only thing she could think of, and created a band of sandy dirt, then threw it at the monster in the hope that it would distract it. It screeched at her, and she did it again, this time aiming for what seemed to be the face, clenching her eyes tight. As the dust got into the Inhonestus' eyes, a gurgling grow came from it's amorphus form, and it thrashed around, causing everything in it's path to start and decay, until it flipped over and landed in the stream. From there, an unholy screech that caused the leaves on the trees to quiver was emitted as the creature bubbled and dissolved away until all movement stopped and it slowly floated to the bottom.
Lone watched this all happen with terror in her eyes and tears streaming down her face. Had she- Had she killed it? Had she killed the poor animal? She crept over to the edge of the stream and peered inside. Nothing. The woods were quiet once again as she stayed by the shore on her hands and knees, sobbing.