The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 27, 2016 11:02:38 GMT -8
Yet no matter how far she ran, the end never seemed to arrive. The density of the fog, trees, and boulders remained the same, though one thing may catch her eye... a small, glowing patch of colorful mushrooms at the base of a boulder she ran past, the popping hues shattering the monotony of grey...
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Kiara
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Post by Kiara on Dec 27, 2016 11:34:11 GMT -8
she stopped and went over to the mushrooms that were glowing different colors.
"pretty..."
she sits by them, picking a purple one, looking at it
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The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 27, 2016 12:03:42 GMT -8
It was slightly moist and slimy, that very moisture the carrier of whichever substance caused it to glow. It would have an ethereal beauty to it, and be slightly translucent around the edges. The glow was quite strong, illuminating a couple inches of her hand in a pinkish purple...
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Kiara
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Post by Kiara on Dec 27, 2016 12:28:50 GMT -8
"hmm..." she twists it a little in her fingers. it was really pretty. she wonders what it would taste like, which makes her take a bite of her rice.
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 27, 2016 12:42:18 GMT -8
In silence she would sit, examining the mushroom, as the mists continued to swirl around her and her surroundings. Here, time stood still, it seemed... it would be easy to come to the conclusion that one could sit and rest anywhere, and nothing would ever would ever come to bother.
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Post by Kiara on Dec 27, 2016 12:48:01 GMT -8
after awhile she gets up, mushroom still in her hand. she jogs in one random direction trying to find a way out
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 27, 2016 12:58:17 GMT -8
She could run to exhaustion, but would remain trapped in the woods. Nothing about them seemed to change, in either direction. Each little scene, clearing, or space of visibility could be fled, but only to a nearly identical one however many paces away...
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Post by Kiara on Dec 27, 2016 16:24:02 GMT -8
she runs frantically, but stops at a tree she nearly runs into. she leans against it and cries
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The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 27, 2016 16:33:34 GMT -8
The tree is the only one around to witness her sobbing. Tall, cold, and cruel, the ancient sentinel guarantees her nothing but something to lean against. Her sobs could in theory be heard far beyond her little clearing, but sadly, nothing responded to her desperation...
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Post by Kiara on Dec 27, 2016 16:49:36 GMT -8
she cries for a few hours. she knows this is a magical place when the sun never sets. she is scared she will die here. if nothing happens, she screams very loud
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 27, 2016 17:05:35 GMT -8
She leans against the tree for a long and unknown amount of time, frantically exerting energy in the only way she knew how, to attempt to signal her location to any nearby rescuers. Yet still no response, no savior... not even her own voice, as there did not seem to be an echo returned from the depths of the fog. Hours would go on, time seeming to stand miserably still, though the effects of it would wear on the young traveler. Fear had already set in... and while following bouts boredom, despair, and exhaustion were all inevitable at some point, the trees remained indifferent to her agony.
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Post by Kiara on Dec 27, 2016 17:17:38 GMT -8
she soon stops crying and begins to think really hard. "hmm.." what she has seems magic, too. she takes a tiny bite of the mushroom she still had
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 27, 2016 17:25:18 GMT -8
For all its apparent vibrancy, the tiny bite was a little tasteless, like old dirt and bland rolled oat. It had a texture consistent with mushrooms she might have had before, and beyond what was left of her rice ball, there didn't seem to be much else to eat.
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Post by Kiara on Dec 27, 2016 17:33:03 GMT -8
she takes one more bite and then tries to go back to to the mushroom patch. she is starting to feel very tired, and sad
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 27, 2016 17:40:05 GMT -8
On and on she'd go, but she'd never find the mushroom patch from which she procured her glowing snack. However, after enough time, she would eventually come across a similar one, this time situated at the base of a tree...
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Post by Kiara on Dec 27, 2016 17:45:14 GMT -8
she didnt take any more yet. she sat next to them, and leaned against the tree. she is tired and starts falling asleep, and wondering if this is all a bad dream
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 28, 2016 11:12:44 GMT -8
Time would pass. She'd be but moments from sleep, before a strange sensation would keep her from slipping past the murky threshold of consciousness. It was as though everything began to feel light, her limbs having a fluttery feeling and her stomach suddenly reeling with nausea. What was an uncertain sensation for the first moment turned decidedly bad, and her body would probably find itself committing everything it can to eject the more experimental contents from her stomach.
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Post by Kiara on Dec 28, 2016 11:35:10 GMT -8
"noooooo.." she curls over on the ground and starts to cry again. she tries not to, but pukes all over the ground. maybe the mushroom was poisonous and now she will feel better
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 28, 2016 13:09:16 GMT -8
Yet the sensation only started getting worse. Following the nausea, which subsided only slightly and temporarily after she had gotten rid of the slightly glowing contents of her tummy, came a sudden bout of confusion. To describe to another--both to make one aware of her agony as well as to articulate the feeling--would be impossible.
Colors in her vision would intensify, patterns would begin to bleed into other patterns, and a sensation of the universe opening itself up to her, as though the fog had suddenly cleared, would impress itself upon her with a sort of foreign authority. Control of her own thoughts would falter, as she slipped into a sort of kaleidoscopic hell.
 She'd find her mind looping in ineffable patterns, each iteration worse than the last, her vision now a warping, twisting hodgepodge of madness. It was as though she was spinning from this reality and into absolute, horrifying chaos, like the fabric of the universe and all that could be known was undone and released into entropy, tearing at her for eternity. Shallow breathing that occasionally triggered a subconscious gasp, the pounding of her throbbing pulse in her heart and arteries, and a sensation of inescapable heat and nausea continued to remind her of her own existence... albeit one constantly under siege by an oppressive universe. Could it possibly get any worse? Would there be a breaking point? With each passing minute, it would seem that there would always be a level of worse... a fate that could leave one completely unable to function, and wishing and pleading for a merciful and timely death. |
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Post by Kiara on Dec 28, 2016 16:25:31 GMT -8
Curled up, she couldnt move. She was more scared than she ever was, and thought she was dying. She cries and tries not to throw up again. She wants out, but cant move. "Someone please...help me........anyone....."
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