Post by indi on Oct 3, 2020 3:41:24 GMT -5
I invoke thee,
Great mistress of the heaven, earth and sea.
By your mysteries of,
Night and Day.
By the light of the Moon
And the shadow of the Sun.
I invoke thee Mistress of,
Life, Death and Rebirth.
Emerge now from the Shadow realm,
To feed my soul
And enlighten, my mind.
Hey buds!!
What a wild ride huh? I’ve been on this journey for a whole cycle now, we’ve come full circle and I can hardly believe all that we’ve achieved since we found ourselves here. Staring down some of the most dangerous and brutal opponents we have ever faced. But she believed in us, as did all of you, my faithful friends and family; those who have never left my side. You have been waiting for this. Patient and sweet, you have known what was going to come, she’s so close, she can almost taste it…
She fills my mind with the memories of that taste, of all that will come when she is unleashed. I won’t fight her anymore, friends. The universe has brought all of us together here, to face a man who knows almost nothing of what he longs to do.
The task before us isn’t an easy one, there will be pain and bloodshed, there will be moments of doubt and moments of clarity, but we have come SO far my guys, we are so freakin close to it, we can’t let it fall apart now. That’s why I’m writing all of you today, focus your energies, put into action your plans…
Together we will slay the beast and then, she will be free.
Remember, if you’re lost; we will find you.
Xoxo Indi
There’s a moment, when you’re walking and you can hear footsteps faintly following you. You speed up or you slow down and then you listen, straining your ears to find the footsteps echo you all the same. Your breath hitches and adrenaline pumps through your body, fear begins to prickle at the back of your neck and all the hairs on your arms stand on end. They’re right there, just behind you. You could run, or scream, but would it do any good? They followed you here, step by step by step and it’s right here, in this spot when they know that you know, that all hope is lost.
A bright red velvet cloak frames Indi perfectly, hert long blonde hair caught up in the wind whips about her face, her knuckles turning from pink to white as she grips the basket in her hand., Inside the basket is her Championship, wrapped up in a gingham cloth and tucked beneath a glass bottle of lemonade and some freshly baked cookies. Her eyes scan the edges of the trees, tall old men who have been growing for over a hundred years and still haven’t reached the heavens.
So she craned her neck to follow the long, slender lines of the knotted old trunks, way up in the sky ;pigeons fly overhead, cooing loudly and swooping down towards the trees but never quite touching them. For a moment she forgets about the basket and the footsteps. Sp focused on the winged vermin that seemed determined to follow on just behind he who was following her. So much for one girl to escape, but she never travels alone.
"Where are you going, little red?" the voice was soft and rasping. It leaked from the trees like a hypnotic hiss from a forked tongue. Snapped back to reality. Indi pulled the basket ever closer to her chest and lowered her head, peering through the murky line of the overcrowded woods. There, just back from the first line of trees was a shadow. Tall, it loomed over the smaller saplings who had recently sprouted before spring had lain wake to fall. His shadow was thick and dark, not a single flicker of the late day sun that poured through those same leaves. The woods floor had a soft green hue, the trunks of the trees seemed fuzzy, warm as they baked in its light.
But not the shadow, he was relentless and dark. Enveloped in a black pitch that whispered danger behind her eyes. A single step towards those trees, pretty patent leather shoes crunching against the already discarded leaves as she pushed out her head to peer closer, in hopes of making out more than just the outline of the voice.
"I’m not supposed to talk to strangers." her voice was crisp and clean, her notes carried as though they were weightless and the response from her barely parted lips drew a raucous chuckle from within the trees. She felt the leaves move beneath her feet, the wind picking up along with the chuckle and both whipping around her, creeping under her pretty red cloak.
"What's so funny?!" had this been anyone else's story, she would have stamped her foot in indignation to mark her question. Instead, she asked with authority. This was her land, she had Championed it, pulled herself up from the wet soil around the trees and marched along the path, any falter only making her more determined to reach the end.
"I’m no stranger, little Red." the voice rasped with another chuckle. "Come closer, let me show you." The shadow reached closer to the first line of trees, as his face came into view that same green light bathed down upon him. Highlighting the marks in his fur, all the scars of battles that had come before. A mouth full of hungry teeth that flashed a grin at her. "Where are you going, with my basket, little red?"
His teeth gnashed and gnawed within his jaws. Hooked claw fingers reaching out beyond the tree line and becoming whole, real. Thick grey fur lined his arm all the way to the shoulder which became shadow within the trees once more. Indi stepped neither back or forward, instead she shifted the bask to her other hand and reached to smack the hand of her follower away. The pigeons squealed and squawked and the hand retreated, drawing back into the shadows with a rustle of the trees and groan heard deep within the earth.
"I’m on my way to Grandmother’s house; she’s been sad since we all had to leave her. I’m off to show her all I have done while she’s been away." Indi nodded once, just once. A firm and assertive nod, the shadow did not reach for the basket again. It slinked back towards the depth of the trees with whispers and threats that would never reach the ear of the Intergalactic princess.
Indi dared to move closer to the woods, pushing back the bramble and the branches that protected the outside world from the sights that lie within the trees. Eyes widening as she saw the devastation the shadow had left in his wake. Smashed trees hung as though they were broken, their tallest branches grazing the damp green floor. Branches and Fruit ripped from the trees themself. Torn apart and left for kindling. Far back, towards the edge of the woods on the other side; a fire burned.
And it called to her.
You don’t belong here… the whisper of the breeze snuck beneath her hood to deliver its words to her ear. Shaking her from the daze and pulling her back to the path. As she listened now, Indi could hear no more footsteps. Wherever the shadow had gone, he wasn’t following her anymore. It’s only a little more up the road we go before once again, Indi is stopped. Stood at the head of the road, axe in hand stood the chicken-man. As he swung the axe high into the air and brought it down upon the trunk of a tree, she flinched.
"HEY!" Indi cried out, almost dropping the basket as she barrelled towards him. reaching up to grab the axe from his hands, the chicken-man swung empty handed at the tree, no impact came and as he turned to regard the little red hooded girl who had stopped him on his own path, he shook his head.
"This place isn’t for you." she spat the words with venom, long gone was the soft and almost suffocating sweetness of the tone she had used for the shadow, Instead she flung the axe to the ground. "We don’t need you. It’s not you anymore, it almost barely never was. Get out of here, find your own story." her words shot toward him like bullets and as quick as the swing of an axe, he was gone.
Down the path she travelled, basket still close to her chest. Wordless winds seemed to follow her as she went, just in the distance was Grandmother’s house. It seemed so small to her now, once upon a time it had towered over her - she had been intimidated the first few times she visited. Never quite making it to all the dreams and wishes that her Grandmother had for her. But the last time she had visited, she had been UnYielding in her determination and finally, once and for all, she had proven to her Grandmother that she could do anything, THEY could do anything. Clutching the edges of her cloak she made her way up to the door. Resting just off itsd hinges, it was obvious the house had been empty for some time. But still she went inside, resting her basket down upon the counter and calling out.
"Granny? I have something to show you, come out, come out wherever you are!" the cough that came from the corner of the room drew her in, sliding off the pretty red cloak and setting it aside, Indi continued into the old house. As she spotted the shadow resting in the bed she approached; blankets pulled up to her chin and a frilly cap upon her head, nothing but her deep, burning eyes and mouth full of gnashing and gnawing teeth were visible. "Granny. Are you alright? I came to show you how much I’ve grown…"
"Come closer Firefly." the voice was fragile but only on the surface, inching closer, Indi kept her careful eyes on the stretch of bed covered by an old patchwork blanket. "Come here so I can see how much you’ve grown." Indi gasped as the words reached for just as the hand from the shadow in the woods had.
"Granny, what black eyes you have!" Indi remarked, her toes edging ever closer to the bed that housed a shape that claimed to be her grandmother, resting old bones. "And what hungry teeth you have!" a small gasp, not of fear but delight in what was to come, left those lips. Red as her cloak had been as they formed her words.
"And Granny, what a good chance you had!
You’ve huffed and you’ve puffed, but you never blew it all down! Once upon a time, Granny dear, you were something to fear. We would quake at the mention of your name, but what are you now? Slinking in the shadows and hiding from your true destiny… "
She didn’t falter as low growls began to fall from beneath the blanket that housed her Grandmother. "I am the force, the chosen one. The universe guided me here, she led me hand in hand to this point so that I could find my next step. This is MY story Granny and it always has been, I’m not a promised hero or a savior, I simply am. Without me, the world will fall to ashes, at the hands of those like you, like the butcher, the chickenman and all those in between.
Granny, what a waning fire you have."
The bed began to rumble and shake, the blankets falling aside to reveal fur covered limbs beneath an old white gown. The hat upon her head began to tear and rip as pointed ears forced their way through the cotton that had been keeping them confined. Outside of the groaning and giving old house, a pigeon cooed and waited. As Granny sprung from the bed Indi simply smirked. Not granny after all, but the big, bad, Kaven Drell. His jaws chomping at the air between them.
"All the better to Burn it all Down with." he growled, he snarled, his limbs unfurling to reveal muscle upon muscle beneath the fur. Bounding across the room he reared back to let out an almighty ROAR and then, as quickly as he had sprung from the bed, Indi swallowed him whole.
Jaw unhinging like a Cobra awaiting its next meal, her own mouth full of hungry teeth and her soul salivating at the feast that was about to come. She allowed him to pounce, only for the fight that he would give as he went down.
No calls for destruction.
No promises of suffering.
Just like that, she simply gobbled him up.
The bed lay broken and empty, all blankets ripped or cast aside, the floor and walls continued to give and creak and moan. The sounds outside of the small home were muted, as though they were a reflection of themselves in the distance somewhere. So she held a breath and listened out, but all she heard was silence. The heat of the fire that had prickled at the back of her neck was gone, the pounding of a heavy heart in knowing what she was about to do, has stilled to a silent rhythm. All she could feel was the welcome warmth of the sun through the small window placed a little too high on the wall, nothing could touch her now. Though behind her eyes, she screamed and wailed for what her body had done, beyond her eyes she simply wiped the blood from her lips.
Turning on the heels of those perfectly shiny patent leather shoes, Indi swiped her(their) basket from the counter and made her(their) way to the table. Pulling out a chair she(they) laid out before her(them), the bottle of lemonade and precisely cut sandwich, resting atop the smoothed out gingham napkin. Though her(their) hunger had been satiated for the moment, she(they) was quite happy to sit here; in the seat that she(they) had earned. And nobody, not huntsman nor wolf, would topple her(them) from the head of the table.
I give the knowledge of the spirit eternal, and beyond death I give peace and freedom and reunion with those that have gone before.
Nor do I demand aught of sacrifice, for behold, I am the Mother of all things and My love is poured out upon the earth.
Hear the words of the Star Goddess, the dust of Whose feet are the hosts of Heaven, whose body encircles the universe:
I Who am the beauty of the green earth and the white moon among the stars and the mysteries of the waters.
Blessed be.
Great mistress of the heaven, earth and sea.
By your mysteries of,
Night and Day.
By the light of the Moon
And the shadow of the Sun.
I invoke thee Mistress of,
Life, Death and Rebirth.
Emerge now from the Shadow realm,
To feed my soul
And enlighten, my mind.
Hey buds!!
What a wild ride huh? I’ve been on this journey for a whole cycle now, we’ve come full circle and I can hardly believe all that we’ve achieved since we found ourselves here. Staring down some of the most dangerous and brutal opponents we have ever faced. But she believed in us, as did all of you, my faithful friends and family; those who have never left my side. You have been waiting for this. Patient and sweet, you have known what was going to come, she’s so close, she can almost taste it…
She fills my mind with the memories of that taste, of all that will come when she is unleashed. I won’t fight her anymore, friends. The universe has brought all of us together here, to face a man who knows almost nothing of what he longs to do.
The task before us isn’t an easy one, there will be pain and bloodshed, there will be moments of doubt and moments of clarity, but we have come SO far my guys, we are so freakin close to it, we can’t let it fall apart now. That’s why I’m writing all of you today, focus your energies, put into action your plans…
Together we will slay the beast and then, she will be free.
Remember, if you’re lost; we will find you.
Xoxo Indi
There’s a moment, when you’re walking and you can hear footsteps faintly following you. You speed up or you slow down and then you listen, straining your ears to find the footsteps echo you all the same. Your breath hitches and adrenaline pumps through your body, fear begins to prickle at the back of your neck and all the hairs on your arms stand on end. They’re right there, just behind you. You could run, or scream, but would it do any good? They followed you here, step by step by step and it’s right here, in this spot when they know that you know, that all hope is lost.
A bright red velvet cloak frames Indi perfectly, hert long blonde hair caught up in the wind whips about her face, her knuckles turning from pink to white as she grips the basket in her hand., Inside the basket is her Championship, wrapped up in a gingham cloth and tucked beneath a glass bottle of lemonade and some freshly baked cookies. Her eyes scan the edges of the trees, tall old men who have been growing for over a hundred years and still haven’t reached the heavens.
So she craned her neck to follow the long, slender lines of the knotted old trunks, way up in the sky ;pigeons fly overhead, cooing loudly and swooping down towards the trees but never quite touching them. For a moment she forgets about the basket and the footsteps. Sp focused on the winged vermin that seemed determined to follow on just behind he who was following her. So much for one girl to escape, but she never travels alone.
"Where are you going, little red?" the voice was soft and rasping. It leaked from the trees like a hypnotic hiss from a forked tongue. Snapped back to reality. Indi pulled the basket ever closer to her chest and lowered her head, peering through the murky line of the overcrowded woods. There, just back from the first line of trees was a shadow. Tall, it loomed over the smaller saplings who had recently sprouted before spring had lain wake to fall. His shadow was thick and dark, not a single flicker of the late day sun that poured through those same leaves. The woods floor had a soft green hue, the trunks of the trees seemed fuzzy, warm as they baked in its light.
But not the shadow, he was relentless and dark. Enveloped in a black pitch that whispered danger behind her eyes. A single step towards those trees, pretty patent leather shoes crunching against the already discarded leaves as she pushed out her head to peer closer, in hopes of making out more than just the outline of the voice.
"I’m not supposed to talk to strangers." her voice was crisp and clean, her notes carried as though they were weightless and the response from her barely parted lips drew a raucous chuckle from within the trees. She felt the leaves move beneath her feet, the wind picking up along with the chuckle and both whipping around her, creeping under her pretty red cloak.
"What's so funny?!" had this been anyone else's story, she would have stamped her foot in indignation to mark her question. Instead, she asked with authority. This was her land, she had Championed it, pulled herself up from the wet soil around the trees and marched along the path, any falter only making her more determined to reach the end.
"I’m no stranger, little Red." the voice rasped with another chuckle. "Come closer, let me show you." The shadow reached closer to the first line of trees, as his face came into view that same green light bathed down upon him. Highlighting the marks in his fur, all the scars of battles that had come before. A mouth full of hungry teeth that flashed a grin at her. "Where are you going, with my basket, little red?"
His teeth gnashed and gnawed within his jaws. Hooked claw fingers reaching out beyond the tree line and becoming whole, real. Thick grey fur lined his arm all the way to the shoulder which became shadow within the trees once more. Indi stepped neither back or forward, instead she shifted the bask to her other hand and reached to smack the hand of her follower away. The pigeons squealed and squawked and the hand retreated, drawing back into the shadows with a rustle of the trees and groan heard deep within the earth.
"I’m on my way to Grandmother’s house; she’s been sad since we all had to leave her. I’m off to show her all I have done while she’s been away." Indi nodded once, just once. A firm and assertive nod, the shadow did not reach for the basket again. It slinked back towards the depth of the trees with whispers and threats that would never reach the ear of the Intergalactic princess.
Indi dared to move closer to the woods, pushing back the bramble and the branches that protected the outside world from the sights that lie within the trees. Eyes widening as she saw the devastation the shadow had left in his wake. Smashed trees hung as though they were broken, their tallest branches grazing the damp green floor. Branches and Fruit ripped from the trees themself. Torn apart and left for kindling. Far back, towards the edge of the woods on the other side; a fire burned.
And it called to her.
You don’t belong here… the whisper of the breeze snuck beneath her hood to deliver its words to her ear. Shaking her from the daze and pulling her back to the path. As she listened now, Indi could hear no more footsteps. Wherever the shadow had gone, he wasn’t following her anymore. It’s only a little more up the road we go before once again, Indi is stopped. Stood at the head of the road, axe in hand stood the chicken-man. As he swung the axe high into the air and brought it down upon the trunk of a tree, she flinched.
"HEY!" Indi cried out, almost dropping the basket as she barrelled towards him. reaching up to grab the axe from his hands, the chicken-man swung empty handed at the tree, no impact came and as he turned to regard the little red hooded girl who had stopped him on his own path, he shook his head.
"This place isn’t for you." she spat the words with venom, long gone was the soft and almost suffocating sweetness of the tone she had used for the shadow, Instead she flung the axe to the ground. "We don’t need you. It’s not you anymore, it almost barely never was. Get out of here, find your own story." her words shot toward him like bullets and as quick as the swing of an axe, he was gone.
Down the path she travelled, basket still close to her chest. Wordless winds seemed to follow her as she went, just in the distance was Grandmother’s house. It seemed so small to her now, once upon a time it had towered over her - she had been intimidated the first few times she visited. Never quite making it to all the dreams and wishes that her Grandmother had for her. But the last time she had visited, she had been UnYielding in her determination and finally, once and for all, she had proven to her Grandmother that she could do anything, THEY could do anything. Clutching the edges of her cloak she made her way up to the door. Resting just off itsd hinges, it was obvious the house had been empty for some time. But still she went inside, resting her basket down upon the counter and calling out.
"Granny? I have something to show you, come out, come out wherever you are!" the cough that came from the corner of the room drew her in, sliding off the pretty red cloak and setting it aside, Indi continued into the old house. As she spotted the shadow resting in the bed she approached; blankets pulled up to her chin and a frilly cap upon her head, nothing but her deep, burning eyes and mouth full of gnashing and gnawing teeth were visible. "Granny. Are you alright? I came to show you how much I’ve grown…"
"Come closer Firefly." the voice was fragile but only on the surface, inching closer, Indi kept her careful eyes on the stretch of bed covered by an old patchwork blanket. "Come here so I can see how much you’ve grown." Indi gasped as the words reached for just as the hand from the shadow in the woods had.
"Granny, what black eyes you have!" Indi remarked, her toes edging ever closer to the bed that housed a shape that claimed to be her grandmother, resting old bones. "And what hungry teeth you have!" a small gasp, not of fear but delight in what was to come, left those lips. Red as her cloak had been as they formed her words.
"And Granny, what a good chance you had!
You’ve huffed and you’ve puffed, but you never blew it all down! Once upon a time, Granny dear, you were something to fear. We would quake at the mention of your name, but what are you now? Slinking in the shadows and hiding from your true destiny… "
She didn’t falter as low growls began to fall from beneath the blanket that housed her Grandmother. "I am the force, the chosen one. The universe guided me here, she led me hand in hand to this point so that I could find my next step. This is MY story Granny and it always has been, I’m not a promised hero or a savior, I simply am. Without me, the world will fall to ashes, at the hands of those like you, like the butcher, the chickenman and all those in between.
Granny, what a waning fire you have."
The bed began to rumble and shake, the blankets falling aside to reveal fur covered limbs beneath an old white gown. The hat upon her head began to tear and rip as pointed ears forced their way through the cotton that had been keeping them confined. Outside of the groaning and giving old house, a pigeon cooed and waited. As Granny sprung from the bed Indi simply smirked. Not granny after all, but the big, bad, Kaven Drell. His jaws chomping at the air between them.
"All the better to Burn it all Down with." he growled, he snarled, his limbs unfurling to reveal muscle upon muscle beneath the fur. Bounding across the room he reared back to let out an almighty ROAR and then, as quickly as he had sprung from the bed, Indi swallowed him whole.
Jaw unhinging like a Cobra awaiting its next meal, her own mouth full of hungry teeth and her soul salivating at the feast that was about to come. She allowed him to pounce, only for the fight that he would give as he went down.
No calls for destruction.
No promises of suffering.
Just like that, she simply gobbled him up.
The bed lay broken and empty, all blankets ripped or cast aside, the floor and walls continued to give and creak and moan. The sounds outside of the small home were muted, as though they were a reflection of themselves in the distance somewhere. So she held a breath and listened out, but all she heard was silence. The heat of the fire that had prickled at the back of her neck was gone, the pounding of a heavy heart in knowing what she was about to do, has stilled to a silent rhythm. All she could feel was the welcome warmth of the sun through the small window placed a little too high on the wall, nothing could touch her now. Though behind her eyes, she screamed and wailed for what her body had done, beyond her eyes she simply wiped the blood from her lips.
Turning on the heels of those perfectly shiny patent leather shoes, Indi swiped her(their) basket from the counter and made her(their) way to the table. Pulling out a chair she(they) laid out before her(them), the bottle of lemonade and precisely cut sandwich, resting atop the smoothed out gingham napkin. Though her(their) hunger had been satiated for the moment, she(they) was quite happy to sit here; in the seat that she(they) had earned. And nobody, not huntsman nor wolf, would topple her(them) from the head of the table.
I give the knowledge of the spirit eternal, and beyond death I give peace and freedom and reunion with those that have gone before.
Nor do I demand aught of sacrifice, for behold, I am the Mother of all things and My love is poured out upon the earth.
Hear the words of the Star Goddess, the dust of Whose feet are the hosts of Heaven, whose body encircles the universe:
I Who am the beauty of the green earth and the white moon among the stars and the mysteries of the waters.
Blessed be.