AWAKENING OF THE PAST [MOLFACE] Oct 1, 2013 19:54:46 GMT -5
Post by AURORA on Oct 1, 2013 19:54:46 GMT -5
It had been a near thing.
Although Aurora’s luck had never really been with her, it seemed that not only was it running out but that her close calls were becoming more hazardous. There was much reflection on her part on whether said close calls were a result of fate or her inexperience. It had been a very long time since she’d been with her usual protector and friend Lyric, and the more she learned, the more she realized he had acted out of character on her behalf. Experiencing close calls on her own had made her more aware of her vulnerability, and this realization made her leery and doubtful of her capabilities. What was more, she’d been taken by the Keepers again – and had awakened in Nakoma territory. How long it had been she did not know, but she felt … different.
The early morning was kind, a much cooler temperature than it would become later in the afternoon and she lay there in the parched grass a long time watching the trees. It was a familiar moment, and for an endless age she stared up in a daze - bereft of thought.
Her open eyes beheld an unremarkable scene – perhaps one she’d seen before. It was a moment she had already experienced … maybe this is what Lyric had tried to explain to her once. What had he called it? Déjà vu. It reminded the ebon winged girl of when she had first awakened in the Menagerie almost a year ago. However, there was an irrevocable difference.
Infinitesimal pulses, like lights she could not see were everywhere. Through her fingers, up her arms and even in the air she could feel the little flashes. Some were strong, far off … others only whispered across her attention. It was mesmerizing.
Before she had realized she’d moved Aurora was on her small feet in a balanced crouch - her wings extended and ready for flight. Her wide black eyes scanned her surroundings wearily. There was movement, she could feel it but not see it – hear it but not smell it ...
Her focus was elusive, distracted the paradox of what she could see verses what she felt. There was a flash of heat throughout her body, erratic and spreading like a wild fire without control. Like the coiling of a spring, suddenly an explosion escaped her unbidden and the air was lit with static, electrifying the beast that barreled toward her.
A quarter hour later, Aurora remained standing –frozen where she stood less than a few meters from an unconscious Carna. Her breath came in gasps, shock flooded through her body as the erratic wildfire had seeming only moments before. Her hand lowered to the unconscious panther. He was beautiful, his coat glossy and black. There was a smell she was unfamiliar with, and her fingers glided over his fur almost affectionately. Had she done this?
There was another gathering of currents, and Aurora prepared herself. It was a new world for her now, and she wasn’t quite sure what she’d done to this poor man … however Aurora remembered the feeling she had last time and kept it at bay. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else! Her worry made her anxious and she could feel the building inside her …
Soft footfalls, and a familiar face and she immediately relaxed. ”Molly!” she called happily to the cautious miniature centaur and waved with a smile. It had not occurred to Aurora how this might look, a black panther at her feet with smoke rising from his pelt – she simply was happy to see a familiar face.
It was strange this dual sight. For Molly was the same as she'd seen her before, but the lights, the energy ... it was confusing. However, Aurora did her best to focus on the familiar. Especially now that she seemed very tired, and in fact felt that the ground was a lot harder to stand on.