[WP-001] Tidal Terror
Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2020 6:16 pm
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Tidal Terror did not consider herself much of a vivid dreamer. Often, she went out like a splashed fire, and awoke refreshed after a night of no dreams at all.
It alarmed her, then, after curling up near the beach, listening to the waves crash one moment, and after she slipped into her first snore, to open her eyes to a completely different scene. The air smelled different, and the ground beneath her was much more swamp than dune grass.
The sound of voices and flashes of kin flanks moving about the area brought her quick to her hooves. She looked to what they all seemed to wandering near: a tall stone, covered in glowing symbols.
Even as she called out to the others there, no one paid her any mind. Such a thing had never happened before. Or, not while she was awake. Once before, she had a dream where she watched kin, including a visage of her own self, while she could not interact with any of it. It was an odd dream, and she was quick to see this would be the same.
Still, nothing stopped her from wandering and wondering. She watched the other kin (including some with strange forms and the ability to shift from other creatures) as they explored and discussed. Without them able to pay attention to her, she looked at stones sitting around the Obelisk, marked in ways she did not usually see. Tidal Terror considered stepping on one, but worried that she would be too heavy and break part of it. It seemed important, and she wasn't sure if the dream would do something...weird...if she messed with what stood out from the world as she knew it. Instead, she watched as kin stepped on stones and made the obelisk light up further.
She was drawn more to the thing with every passing moment. Something so strange, so foreboding, so...tied to something beyond what she could understand. Touching stones did something to the obelisk, she knew that much. But her previous vivid dream also had something to do with her past, present, and future. Tidal Terror could understand little things about her dreams, but any greater meanings were beyond her. It was an uncomfortable thing. So many kin had meaningful dreams, enough so to define them, and Tidal Terror was not trained for that at all.
And one totoma's hoof would not break the obelisk, much like how no other kin's hoof seemed to do so. It appeared harmless, so while the kin present focused on the task they found themselves with, she put her hoof on the obelisk. Unlike her other dream, where everything went through her, she managed to touch the obelisk proper. As she realized that, she felt a shudder run up her back. Tidal Terror removed her hoof, and started backing away.
While the other kin were making connections between their actions with the stones and the obelisk, Tidal Terror was concerned about being there for a moment, with the strangest thing in the area. She did not want to touch the stones, or the obelisk anymore. She did not want to be here at all.
Brave as she tended to be, Tidal Terror was out of her element, and something seemed wrong. So she turned and ran until she entered the darkness beyond the glow's reach, and eventually, she woke again to the beach she knew.
Tidal Terror did not consider herself much of a vivid dreamer. Often, she went out like a splashed fire, and awoke refreshed after a night of no dreams at all.
It alarmed her, then, after curling up near the beach, listening to the waves crash one moment, and after she slipped into her first snore, to open her eyes to a completely different scene. The air smelled different, and the ground beneath her was much more swamp than dune grass.
The sound of voices and flashes of kin flanks moving about the area brought her quick to her hooves. She looked to what they all seemed to wandering near: a tall stone, covered in glowing symbols.
Even as she called out to the others there, no one paid her any mind. Such a thing had never happened before. Or, not while she was awake. Once before, she had a dream where she watched kin, including a visage of her own self, while she could not interact with any of it. It was an odd dream, and she was quick to see this would be the same.
Still, nothing stopped her from wandering and wondering. She watched the other kin (including some with strange forms and the ability to shift from other creatures) as they explored and discussed. Without them able to pay attention to her, she looked at stones sitting around the Obelisk, marked in ways she did not usually see. Tidal Terror considered stepping on one, but worried that she would be too heavy and break part of it. It seemed important, and she wasn't sure if the dream would do something...weird...if she messed with what stood out from the world as she knew it. Instead, she watched as kin stepped on stones and made the obelisk light up further.
She was drawn more to the thing with every passing moment. Something so strange, so foreboding, so...tied to something beyond what she could understand. Touching stones did something to the obelisk, she knew that much. But her previous vivid dream also had something to do with her past, present, and future. Tidal Terror could understand little things about her dreams, but any greater meanings were beyond her. It was an uncomfortable thing. So many kin had meaningful dreams, enough so to define them, and Tidal Terror was not trained for that at all.
And one totoma's hoof would not break the obelisk, much like how no other kin's hoof seemed to do so. It appeared harmless, so while the kin present focused on the task they found themselves with, she put her hoof on the obelisk. Unlike her other dream, where everything went through her, she managed to touch the obelisk proper. As she realized that, she felt a shudder run up her back. Tidal Terror removed her hoof, and started backing away.
While the other kin were making connections between their actions with the stones and the obelisk, Tidal Terror was concerned about being there for a moment, with the strangest thing in the area. She did not want to touch the stones, or the obelisk anymore. She did not want to be here at all.
Brave as she tended to be, Tidal Terror was out of her element, and something seemed wrong. So she turned and ran until she entered the darkness beyond the glow's reach, and eventually, she woke again to the beach she knew.