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Cold Sun [Non-RP;WIP]

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Cold Sun [Non-RP;WIP]

Sat Feb 21, 2015 10:56 pm

Hey everyone. I just wanted to share a WIP piece I made while I was at work. The tone of the piece is inspired by a game I've been playing that has a very bleak, dark, and hopeless feeling. Yet has small times of respite. Anyway, please enjoy "Cold Sun".
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Bright, but cold sunlight. A sign of winter's end for sure, if not for the frigid wind. Between the trees of Kozlar Plain it blew, fighting against the slowly melting snow covering the landscape. A last, yet futile battle for one season's stay and the next's arrival. On the Plain, it seemed that their battle was not the only one that was fought; From above, within the pure white slopes and hills, a chaotic crimson mess stained a snowy valley. The remnants of a skirmish, the scattering of corpses if that were not obvious enough. The silence that the dead give loomed over the area, easy uncomfort for the living.

Between the corpses, a body in fitted black seemed to stand out. A man with hair the color of unripe grapes. Like the rest he lay deathly still. An odd shaped sword looked to have been thrust from his hand a few feet away and it stained with blood as the snow its owner lay upon. Dead? Perhaps. An expression of agony and lips tinged blue. By luck (or fate) the sun granted a sliver of hope, melting them to the pink color of flesh. A moment later, a gasp of pain cut the cold, quiet air, the only sound heard in the area for hours.

Alive, but barely. Breathing; sharply, but surely.

The lucky man managed to open one bleary, lightning-blue eye. It rolled wildly from the pain, but searched for something. A heart beating rapidly as it found its mark. The sickle-shaped sword. Hair caked with blood to his head, he looked grim, a glint of fear and intelligence as he turned to it. Instantly he was punished for such an action, his own pounding ears hearing a cry from his gritted teeth. Endure. Mind over matter. An open mouthed scream this time as he attempted to move his legs.

This wouldn't work. It felt near impossible to even survive. What kind of madness was this to force a man to stand on the precipice of life and death? What gods would not give him mercy, as they did to the motionless bodies just yards away?
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Re: Cold Sun [Non-RP;WIP]

Wed Mar 04, 2015 4:45 am

Willingful by design, dying could not be his only choice. His wounds had staunched their flow from the cold and prolonged pressing of his body against the ice. His limbs, while many broken, were still attached to his body. The turn of events could have been more unfortunate to say the least.

As he gazed up at the cold, midday sun, weighing his options in pain, he felt a sudden change with the atmosphere. The sunlight grew warmer than just a moment ago...a trick? Hallucination? Or perhaps the gods above were allowing some pity upon him? But there was a hint of familiarity to it, a magical warmth not capable by a winter sun...the longer he stared, the hotter it got til he was forced to painfully turn away and close his eyes. A second later he would glad he did; a flash of bright light burst into the clearing, reflecting against the snow and engulfing the landscape briefly. It would have left those who were staring too long into the sky in a stunned daze. "Another enemy?" he thought. As the light faded, two figures stood in the middle of the silent, gruesome battlefield, one of which was glowing with a gentle gold. She was woman, or at least a woman in the body of a girl. She carried herself with an air of wisdom and self-assurance, despite being no taller than five feet. Her silken sandy blonde hair shaped perfectly into a asymmetrical bob and framed a set of doll-like hazel eyes. Her thin body was closed by a thick, azure cloak, slightly short even on her girlish frame. Her dainty feet had cream colored shoes with little heel. Around her radiated a hot, golden aura that he could feel even in the core of his body, the same feeling he had when staring at the sun just moments ago.

Her companion was also female, though just by quick glance he could see was of a different species all together. Long ears were sticking out from her wavy, shoulder-length hair, but it was very obvious she was not an elf; those ears were not made of cartilage. They were instead smooth and thin like the fins of a elegant fish. She was tall, much taller, than the girl beside her. The top half of her was wrapped in layers of translucent fabric in an array of bright colors, creating an exotic sunburst effect on the blouse and long sleeves. As the girl glanced around her nervously while tapping the fingertips together, he noticed that the hems of them were decorated with a creamy, nearly translucent girlish ruffle. The blouse draped further down where her thighs were, or at least should have been...instead of human legs there was a thick, scaly tail, showing very obviously her origins. Deep colors of green, blue and hints of bright pink danced along the scales like a fish swimming up river. At the end of the thick scaly body there was a delicate looking tail, the same thin, smooth material from her ears in between the bones and muscle of the tail. Unlike her short companion, her energy had the tranquil feeling of a lake, calm ripples barely clashing with the shore. But beyond all her energy, the most curious thing was why a mermaid was above shore and, furthermore, teleporting into the remains of a battlefield with a human girl of all people.

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