Chishio
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I remember when all the games began
Remember every little L I E and every last goodbye
Promises you broke, words you choked on
and I never walked away,
it's still a mystery to me
The sickness of the swamp was like an infection. It spread through the body without a thing to stop it. The dripping, saturated air suppressed the body, keeping it from healing, forever trying to hold it tightly in its grasp. It's as if the swamp itself was designed to keep bodies from leaving, like some disease that had spread through to every inch of the swamp. From the saturated, oozing earth, to the ancient, swaying trees, to the sickly water vines that hung from them, there was not a place here that looked to be inviting or welcoming. Everything appeared to be some sort of trap. The trees formed mazes that could easily disorient a traveler, while the vines grasped at them. The murky waters hid dangerous creatures, while sucking their captive into the dark waters, with nothing there to save them.
Despite the unwelcoming attitude of the swamp, Chishio had ventured in. She stood alone on a high root - sticking out of the ground a good five or so feet - of a massive tree, her bangs the only part of her moving, aside from the occasional blinking of her blue eyes. Water surrounded nearly the entire base of the tree, aside from a small strip of land that the root rested on, obviously where, at one time, there had been nothing but soil between the root and where the ground is now, but had long since been washed away by the ever-present waters. Chishio stared at the swamp. Despite it being around noon-time, it was fairly dark under the canopies of the massive, old trees, but still light enough to see. The over-cast of clouds and rainy weather did not help with visibility either. The water rippled everywhere, thus preventing sightings of much of anything to be effective. But, odds were not something that Chishio lived by.
Her reasons for being here were her own. She had to escape to this horrid place. There was a connection between her and this place, though, that others would not understand. In fact, on this day, it was as if the swamp was directly connected to her emotions. Dreary and silent, aside from the small trickles of rain. Chishio felt better out here. She felt right, away from every one else. There was no one out there special to her anyway, so what better place to be than right here.
The thoughts nagged at her. Chishio pushed them away, and leapt down to the muddy earth below, deciding that it was time to start hunting for what was around these parts.
[ 1 || 1 ]
I remember when all the games began
Remember every little L I E and every last goodbye
and I never walked away,
it's still a mystery to me
The sickness of the swamp was like an infection. It spread through the body without a thing to stop it. The dripping, saturated air suppressed the body, keeping it from healing, forever trying to hold it tightly in its grasp. It's as if the swamp itself was designed to keep bodies from leaving, like some disease that had spread through to every inch of the swamp. From the saturated, oozing earth, to the ancient, swaying trees, to the sickly water vines that hung from them, there was not a place here that looked to be inviting or welcoming. Everything appeared to be some sort of trap. The trees formed mazes that could easily disorient a traveler, while the vines grasped at them. The murky waters hid dangerous creatures, while sucking their captive into the dark waters, with nothing there to save them.
Despite the unwelcoming attitude of the swamp, Chishio had ventured in. She stood alone on a high root - sticking out of the ground a good five or so feet - of a massive tree, her bangs the only part of her moving, aside from the occasional blinking of her blue eyes. Water surrounded nearly the entire base of the tree, aside from a small strip of land that the root rested on, obviously where, at one time, there had been nothing but soil between the root and where the ground is now, but had long since been washed away by the ever-present waters. Chishio stared at the swamp. Despite it being around noon-time, it was fairly dark under the canopies of the massive, old trees, but still light enough to see. The over-cast of clouds and rainy weather did not help with visibility either. The water rippled everywhere, thus preventing sightings of much of anything to be effective. But, odds were not something that Chishio lived by.
Her reasons for being here were her own. She had to escape to this horrid place. There was a connection between her and this place, though, that others would not understand. In fact, on this day, it was as if the swamp was directly connected to her emotions. Dreary and silent, aside from the small trickles of rain. Chishio felt better out here. She felt right, away from every one else. There was no one out there special to her anyway, so what better place to be than right here.
The thoughts nagged at her. Chishio pushed them away, and leapt down to the muddy earth below, deciding that it was time to start hunting for what was around these parts.