Hawkflight Exserion
Premonition
He was slipping into another memory.
The blackness in his eyes gave way to a blurry vision. Yet his eyes never seemed to fully focus. His sight was marred by flashes of orange and purple, as if his eyes were on fire. He reached out with his other senses. He felt the pulsing of electrical energy in his hands, with an uncomfortable heat. He heard the crackle of this power, and distant crashes and falls.
He strained with his eyes, but the blur and the spots of color did not go away. He could see a mass of grey, seemingly cleanly fashioned, making him think he was in some stone or metal building. But it did not seem like any building he had found on Erkelon, or Talis, or Seerox, although he couldn’t put his finger on what made it different. A blackish-brown mass struck out against the scene, and it moved more rapidly than the scene around it. It must be a living being.
The stasis was broken by a voice. It was female; graceful, but broken by despair and anguish. “Why have you done this?”
The next voice came from close to him - as if it was coming out of his own mouth. But it spoke with a harshness that he had never used, and was almost a whisper. “You… have stood in my way. And I had to get through.”
The female voice, which he identified belonged to the black mass on the floor before him, cried out again. “I meant no wrong to you! We were allies… and then you turned and backstabbed me?”
The harsh voice — his voice? — replied succinctly. “If I were just another person like you, I would have left you alone… but I serve a purpose above my own. And you are the enemy of that purpose, witch."
The blurry scene in front of him turned, in an instant, to visible, while the flames in his eyes did not cease. The black mass he had beheld became visible, lying on the floor and backing away from him, her dark robe tattered in many places. She was surrounded by dark tendrils, thinly visible, but highlighted by his strange vision. A dark hand — his hand — stretched out in front of him, and glowed with an orange light. He felt it grow hotter, and with a sudden spike in strength, felt it shoot out of his hand into the figure before him. He heard her scream — an inhuman, monstrous scream, which could not have belonged to any living being. She was being controlled by an evil power - one which had to be destroyed.
Blurriness began again to take over again, fading his sight to black. As it did so, he heard his victim’s dying words:
“Curse you… Stormhawk.. Jet… rrrr…”
(credit to Zach for making the poster for me.)
Premonition
He was slipping into another memory.
The blackness in his eyes gave way to a blurry vision. Yet his eyes never seemed to fully focus. His sight was marred by flashes of orange and purple, as if his eyes were on fire. He reached out with his other senses. He felt the pulsing of electrical energy in his hands, with an uncomfortable heat. He heard the crackle of this power, and distant crashes and falls.
He strained with his eyes, but the blur and the spots of color did not go away. He could see a mass of grey, seemingly cleanly fashioned, making him think he was in some stone or metal building. But it did not seem like any building he had found on Erkelon, or Talis, or Seerox, although he couldn’t put his finger on what made it different. A blackish-brown mass struck out against the scene, and it moved more rapidly than the scene around it. It must be a living being.
The stasis was broken by a voice. It was female; graceful, but broken by despair and anguish. “Why have you done this?”
The next voice came from close to him - as if it was coming out of his own mouth. But it spoke with a harshness that he had never used, and was almost a whisper. “You… have stood in my way. And I had to get through.”
The female voice, which he identified belonged to the black mass on the floor before him, cried out again. “I meant no wrong to you! We were allies… and then you turned and backstabbed me?”
The harsh voice — his voice? — replied succinctly. “If I were just another person like you, I would have left you alone… but I serve a purpose above my own. And you are the enemy of that purpose, witch."
The blurry scene in front of him turned, in an instant, to visible, while the flames in his eyes did not cease. The black mass he had beheld became visible, lying on the floor and backing away from him, her dark robe tattered in many places. She was surrounded by dark tendrils, thinly visible, but highlighted by his strange vision. A dark hand — his hand — stretched out in front of him, and glowed with an orange light. He felt it grow hotter, and with a sudden spike in strength, felt it shoot out of his hand into the figure before him. He heard her scream — an inhuman, monstrous scream, which could not have belonged to any living being. She was being controlled by an evil power - one which had to be destroyed.
Blurriness began again to take over again, fading his sight to black. As it did so, he heard his victim’s dying words:
“Curse you… Stormhawk.. Jet… rrrr…”
(credit to Zach for making the poster for me.)