What Lurks Beneath...
Jul 12, 2009 22:37:52 GMT
Post by Alykoth on Jul 12, 2009 22:37:52 GMT
Pain.
His eyes surged open, frantically rolling from side to side, top to bottom, but nothing focused. More pain, this time more localized; a sweep of burning agony from feet to head, not as total as the...inital? pain. Upon his body the shore, waves of hellish malice crashed, throwing him to and fro in the almost aqueos-like flow of...of whatever he was litterally submerged in.
That was it: physical sensation established. Recognition of sensations cross-referenced with mind-body distress; emotional truama, bodily pain. Heat.
Thrust "upward," an extremity registered temperature change: a break in substance. Alykoth pumped his arms (out of instinct more than decision; "arms" were quite abitrary at this point) and began to feel himself moving. Suddenly he became aware of a strange synergy between thoughts and actions...a medium was recognized. Alykoth understood at once this medium between realms: his body. Sensations came storming into his mind, now. Information on cellular structure and fuction, various internal systems, large and small; precise anatomical, biological and medical data all of it, filled his intelligence and then he was totally in control.
Alykoth broke the Surface, emerging a full two meters of his form, such was the force of his propulsion, and once more his eyes searched wildly. It was then, a moment later, he saw . Alykoth was violently adrift in a molten sea. Giant waves of magma smashed back into the surface a short distance to his left, while before him the firey waters began to crest in the beginnings of another huge wave.
All across his vision, chaos reigned. There was no landmass at all, to Alykoth's reckoning; the burning ocean was all-encompassing. Except for himself...he alone existed in this primal and frightening universe.
Then it clicked. It was He: Alykoth was the Ancient Conciousness. This was the dawn. The Great Dawn. Revelation swelled his mind, Alykoth reeled and was sucked again beneath the burning waves. And then...nothing; black, darkness.
[glow=black,4,300]"Damn it!"[/glow] Alykoth growled deeply. At his mental command the room became lit as the small globes pulsed to life, casting a soft, natural light about the large, bare, stone chamber. Alykoth rose to his feet gracefully and turned to leave the room, almost furious at yet-another failure. It was basically the same every time, though just then he had "lived" longer than ever before.
After the inital disappointment wore away, Alykoth mused greatly on the ground-breaking progress he made. Never before had he achieved that "cosmic recognition," and it was very intriguing. Time would most definately be set aside later to ponder such happenings. In the meantime, however, Alykoth was on something like a schedule, something he was not used to. Though it was self-imposed, the idea of running on set time parametres did not appeal to Alykoth. Greater than his dislike for certain systems was the urgency of a much more important situation, and therefore his priorities shifted and Alykoth adapated all the same.
Now, as he walked almost absent-mindedly down the corridor from the sleep chamber to the stairwell leading to Eden's surface, Alykoth's mind drifted to Ra'keth. It would be right about now that he and Zechariah were meeting face-to-face, the first time in quite a while. A smirk played briefly across Alykoth's features before his resumed the grim, resolute, default mask.
Things would progress quickly enough, he figured.
His eyes surged open, frantically rolling from side to side, top to bottom, but nothing focused. More pain, this time more localized; a sweep of burning agony from feet to head, not as total as the...inital? pain. Upon his body the shore, waves of hellish malice crashed, throwing him to and fro in the almost aqueos-like flow of...of whatever he was litterally submerged in.
That was it: physical sensation established. Recognition of sensations cross-referenced with mind-body distress; emotional truama, bodily pain. Heat.
Thrust "upward," an extremity registered temperature change: a break in substance. Alykoth pumped his arms (out of instinct more than decision; "arms" were quite abitrary at this point) and began to feel himself moving. Suddenly he became aware of a strange synergy between thoughts and actions...a medium was recognized. Alykoth understood at once this medium between realms: his body. Sensations came storming into his mind, now. Information on cellular structure and fuction, various internal systems, large and small; precise anatomical, biological and medical data all of it, filled his intelligence and then he was totally in control.
Alykoth broke the Surface, emerging a full two meters of his form, such was the force of his propulsion, and once more his eyes searched wildly. It was then, a moment later, he saw . Alykoth was violently adrift in a molten sea. Giant waves of magma smashed back into the surface a short distance to his left, while before him the firey waters began to crest in the beginnings of another huge wave.
All across his vision, chaos reigned. There was no landmass at all, to Alykoth's reckoning; the burning ocean was all-encompassing. Except for himself...he alone existed in this primal and frightening universe.
Then it clicked. It was He: Alykoth was the Ancient Conciousness. This was the dawn. The Great Dawn. Revelation swelled his mind, Alykoth reeled and was sucked again beneath the burning waves. And then...nothing; black, darkness.
[glow=black,4,300]"Damn it!"[/glow] Alykoth growled deeply. At his mental command the room became lit as the small globes pulsed to life, casting a soft, natural light about the large, bare, stone chamber. Alykoth rose to his feet gracefully and turned to leave the room, almost furious at yet-another failure. It was basically the same every time, though just then he had "lived" longer than ever before.
After the inital disappointment wore away, Alykoth mused greatly on the ground-breaking progress he made. Never before had he achieved that "cosmic recognition," and it was very intriguing. Time would most definately be set aside later to ponder such happenings. In the meantime, however, Alykoth was on something like a schedule, something he was not used to. Though it was self-imposed, the idea of running on set time parametres did not appeal to Alykoth. Greater than his dislike for certain systems was the urgency of a much more important situation, and therefore his priorities shifted and Alykoth adapated all the same.
Now, as he walked almost absent-mindedly down the corridor from the sleep chamber to the stairwell leading to Eden's surface, Alykoth's mind drifted to Ra'keth. It would be right about now that he and Zechariah were meeting face-to-face, the first time in quite a while. A smirk played briefly across Alykoth's features before his resumed the grim, resolute, default mask.
Things would progress quickly enough, he figured.