Eliksni / The Old Coast Pathfinder / Houseless, to belong / Nameless, to survive / Sacred Lightbearer Main: Tropinui Art is mine #DestinyRP
The European Dead Zone
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Risen from silence,
In loneliness, she was the endless void,
In companionship, her heart became the sun.
When the other lightbearers caught up to Sheila, they checked up on her.
Was she ok?
They heard the baying of the warbeasts and heard her screaming.
Her little light hid away once he finished assessing her.
She bore the scars of battle, true... but she hadn't died.
The Sheila was fine. If a bit shaken. There had been so many warbeasts. She hadn't been expecting such an onslaught...
She remembered...
But she was not a mewling dreg anymore, desperate for a sip of ether; easy prey for a hungry war hound...
She tilts her head in turn, thinking about her words carefully. A tassle from her hood falls to dance over a shoulder with the movement.
"Kin call me to action against the taken blight, we will see eachother again if that is where your path takes you, too."
The Sheila was called to Europa, joining in the fray to fend off dark legion from ADU points.
Preferring the high ground, but there is no high ground in the snow...
The other guardians have gone elsewhere, to deal with a champion, while she collects batteries
But those were different times.
Those are nightmares she has slain.
Purple Smoke explodes in the warbeast's jaws. It chokes on consuming miasma.
The pain is the same, but she was not.
"The guardians who protect House Light would certainly be wary. Guardian memories are long lived, like Eliksni, they will remember you."
Small claws lightly fidgit with her braid, looking up at the far larger bannerless Eliksni.
"House Light's arms are open to many. I am... simply one of the many."
A puff of ether leaves her rebreather. Gauging whether she should feel threatened or if this is play.
"I see much when I stray... Not all things I tell others."
"Euro-pean dead zone and the dreadnaught... Other things on the dreadnaught, too... things that purr and hiss curses in not-hive tongue."
The dreg-sized female is leery, but at least the Mercenary is kin, familiar. Better the bannerless you know, than the... taken you don't...?
"The Taken do new things, crazy things, some drop bombs, others become shadow war beasts on death. Everything is different... strange..."
Biting...
Clawing...
Hissing at the shadows that have minds not their own.
She climbs into a hole in the calcified scaffolding, the mothbone honeycomb.
She will rest there for a while...
The Sheila never liked taken... But there's something weird about THESE ones... They're changing, doing weird things...
weird-er things...
...
wait.... wAIT...
THAT ONE TURNED INTO A WAR BEAST
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