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Flowers of Heaven 2: avante en garde
There's a snap in the air like the fluttering of a banner in the wind, and then the heavy sound of some large animal breathing.
Gathering around you, though, are creatures that more resemble the idea of animals: lions, wolves, gryphons, unicorns, and stags with stunted bodies, gaping mouths, and rearing poses—like nothing so much as... heraldry. Indeed, upon closer inspection, their bodies seem to be made of stitched brocade. Nevertheless, they bow their heads to you, solemn and respectful, and nudge at you with their heads, paws, and horns, guiding you toward a gap that's opened in the thick curtain of kudzu vines and onto a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, the vines grow rapidly to cover the open space behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
❀ ❀ ❀
Here, the path beneath you is partially-paved with ancient-looking stones, and in the distance, from no identifiable direction, is the faint, steady sound of a drum.
It seems the herald-creatures are carrying some things for you: a collection of sixteen different flowers, and a small lantern of blue flame, and a wreath woven from vervain, star of bethlehem, and chamomile.
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Gathering around you, though, are creatures that more resemble the idea of animals: lions, wolves, gryphons, unicorns, and stags with stunted bodies, gaping mouths, and rearing poses—like nothing so much as... heraldry. Indeed, upon closer inspection, their bodies seem to be made of stitched brocade. Nevertheless, they bow their heads to you, solemn and respectful, and nudge at you with their heads, paws, and horns, guiding you toward a gap that's opened in the thick curtain of kudzu vines and onto a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, the vines grow rapidly to cover the open space behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
❀ ❀ ❀
Here, the path beneath you is partially-paved with ancient-looking stones, and in the distance, from no identifiable direction, is the faint, steady sound of a drum.
It seems the herald-creatures are carrying some things for you: a collection of sixteen different flowers, and a small lantern of blue flame, and a wreath woven from vervain, star of bethlehem, and chamomile.
RESULTS
Re: RESULTS
The fire has an unnatural feeling to it; when it leaps to the vines blocking your path, they aren't so much burned as unmade.
And the path carries on. ]
@ HADES
And then it’s gone. ]
@ NEMESIS
And then it is gone... but the flickering of cold blue flame around you lingers. ]
cw: crawling in my skin
[The issue seems to be less the flames this time, but a swelling and wriggling under her jacket, which she quickly shucks--under her very skin, as if the bones and muscles themselves are shifting and cracking and reforming into something--different.
Slowly and by all indications painfully, dark, folded bone punctures the skin of her back and spears out towards the sky--flaring out as good-sized inky-black wings, now speckled with blood and viscera.
And then it all stops for a heaving moment, and she is left to stare blankly into the middle distance]
[Anyway, this is probably fine]