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Son of Shadows: Page 56 by family_staralternate_emailPrincessSkyler

posted 11 months ago, edited 11 months ago

Original Desc: Mar 2, 2024
Sorry for no page the past two days..! Was trying to save motivation by NOT forcing myself to write-

Lucille and Crowlossus belong to me
Keenan and Ivory belongs to @Regigeist

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Tal des VergessensThere were no stars, moon, nor sun to light the world in ruins. The only glimmer of light was from the glistening black, jagged rocks that gave off a crimson hue. Even that wasn't enough to pierce through the dark, thick fog that hung over the barren wasteland. No soul could possibly live in such a place, and stay sane. The world had once been a place that held life, a place where many had once flourished. Now in it's place was nothing but death and despair. It was impossible to think that any sane being would continue to live in such a place. But the place was home to one such being. A being that had suffered many hardships. A being that always stood on the edge of knowing and "on the tip of her tongue" subjects about her past life. The being was indeed female but she looked almost as the destruction of her world had torn her to shards. Even so, the shards had been stitched back together leaving a truly scared impression upon the being. The stitching had been done by herself as she was strong willed enough to pick up the pieces once more and sew her life back together. Though, at times she was jumbled by all the memories; never knowing if they were true or false in coming. Her body was a brown in hue coloring while she held several crimson scars upon her body from where the stitching was upon her being. She had long since lost her sight and in its place she had sown a piece of white cloth over her eyes. Though her sight had been lost, her other senses were heightened. Her long, pointed ears could tell when another being had appeared within her world. Most of her company was brought by a species that enjoyed the death, gore, destruction, and sorrow coming from her world. The species was doved Ammut. He wasn't exactly a close friend as his species was dangerous to all life forms, but at times he would bring another with him. Those were the only times she was allowed any kind of contact. As it was, she sat upon one of the smooth sides of the jagged rocks in waiting. The place she was within had become her home, but there was a down side to it. Upon the winds that blew were carried voices that always seemed to be talking of days passed. Come my child, come. Her ears flexed towards the winds, having her move her head in the direction that the voices were coming from. At times they would drive her insane as her already jumbled memories would surface once more. Between the voices and those memories it was hard for her to tell what was fact and what was fiction within her own mind. It always came back to the "tip of her tongue" thoughts. How it drove her more towards the edge of insanity in trying to remember everything. As the hours passed, though it was hard to tell with no sun, moon,or stars to tell what the time truly was, she waited. She just had this feeling, even a sixth sense, that someone was traveling upon the deadened ground towards her. It wasn't offend that she received guests as it was a place that most would consider trouble,scary, or barren in landscape. Her ability to see had long since passed up those thoughts. She knew the place inside and out,having only her heightened senses to help her. "Ragdoll." At the sound of her name, though it wasn't her true name, she turned her head towards the beings. Though, she couldn't see them she had a guess as to whom was there, "Ammut. Currion." A large, four-legged being moved its head in acknowledgement as it caused several rows of teeth to shift. The teeth vibrating alerted Ragdoll to the being. A smile, if it could be called one, was somewhat shown upon her mouth. The other being, doved Currion, moved closer to Ragdoll. Her whip-like structures upon her tails shifted upon the ground. Once more Ragdoll knew where the two beings where. "Ragdoll, I have a few questions for you." The female monster being only looked to where Currion was standing. Almost as if she were waiting for the questions to begin. Currion noticed her body language as she started in, "What do you remember of this world?" Ragdoll sat there for a few minutes, whenever she tried to remember her memories would always clash to create more memories that she was never sure if she dreamed them or not. As she sat there, Currion became more restless. The being in which she came to visit, via help from Ammut, always gave her a chill. They were all beings of monstrous heritage but some where creepier than others. Even some of them could give others chills without so much as thinking about it. Ragdoll was one such creature. Just when Currion was ready to tell Ammut she was ready to leave, Ragdoll started to speak. "This world was once a lively place. All kinds of us lived here. It was a place unlike any-" Currion noticed how Ragdoll hung her head. Her memories were once more escaping her. Ammut moved towards the two female demons, he'd seen this behavior before. It wasn't that long ago when the world had started to fall apart, back when there were several more beings here beside Ragdoll. He had seen her develop into a habit that was unhealthy but nevertheless he understood. His species was given little credit when it came to seeing how others reacted. Ragdoll, though, was a danger when she found someone that she could latch onto. Sharp hooks would come and hook into the flesh of her "victim" and pull them extremely close to her body. It wasn't completely her fault as she was lonely in a world of such destruction. Ragdoll held her position as Ammut had moved, it wasn't a guessing game as she knew he'd caught onto her actions. Instead she let Currion move away from her and back towards Ammut. Once more she knew she would be lonely in this world of sorrow and despair. Currion looked to Ragdoll as she nodded her head towards Ammut. In a few minutes, Ragdoll was once more alone. The female being stood up from her post as her tail, covered in hardened plates, curled slightly around her body before lashing out behind her once more. She was always a loner, though she would have rather had company. Her body started to disappear into the thick fog as she walked away from the somewhat cleared area. Once more she was swallowed up by the fog, having her disappear from view until their next meeting.