in the presence of glory. (essence)
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How far had he come? Such questions were meaningless drivel, imposed upon him by a mind ever seeking answers, regardless of the consequences. Questions begat answers, after all- there was no question that could not claim one. But that did not mean it would grace him with wisdom and light, guiding him onwards to glory. The threat of failure loomed there, like a beast enveloped in shadow, testing him. Virsisé's heart burned and he rose with purpose upon forbidden sands, the ocean whispering behind him, washing upon that thin path that was the sole bridge to the inner island. How far had he come? It did not matter. He was here. Essence, Essence. Prophecy was unneeded, though he demanded it, now more than ever. Demanded such tempestuous visions, a clash of victory and defeat. Where did his steps lead, in the absence of true divination? It was here, here, with or without the pull of a dream. If such a God did exist- in mockery of everything he had known, worshiped, been chosen by -it would surely bring the answers he sought. It must. Or else all would be for naught, and he believed he would let the sea claim him- willingly, desperately -for he had given, had sacrificed, everything. Was it worth it? Surely he would not live and die by the grace of a god, existing or not. His pride would not, or so he could claim, allow such a fate. But his own existence hinged upon this moment. For whatever reason, Virsisé could not deny it. "Essence," he whispered as he climbed further. The temple was there; he could see it. It rung with the divine, a hollow bell, drawing every fibre of his being. And how he despised it, how he longed for it. His eyes, embued with blood, could only look forward. The wind tossed his mane, caressed his body; he felt more alive, and yet more doomed, than ever before. He walked forward, his hooves treading upon sacred ground, casting ancient shadows upon him. The trees closed in about him and then, finally, began to part. He left the scent of earth and leaves, lush hues of life painted upon decadent background. Life bloomed. Life thrived. Fire rose like a crescendo within him. Answers. Grant him answers. Grant him purpose, purpose that had been gifted and then taken from him. Give them back, allow him to take what was rightfully his- The future. "I am here," Virsisé spoke into the silence that fell upon him like a veil of night. Yet it was not the stars that danced above but the sun, heralding his arrival. "Do you not answer?" Bring to him life or death.
06-16-2017, 07:20 AM
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06-17-2017, 11:36 PM
It was a shiver that passed through him, a tremble that echoed in his bones. A feeling he could not describe nestled in his breast, and he felt a child once more. A fragile, tempestuous child- one charmed by the world as much as he denied it, denied it's ownership of him. Yet still capable of being entranced with the thought of something more, something greater, so long as it came from himself and not the pompous words of his elders. How far he had climbed and then fallen? What vision was it that brought him greatness, love and devotion? In the presence of a God, of something truly beyond, he had forgotten. Virsisé steeled himself. The voices reverberated in his ears, their shadows lingering, unforgotten. If not for his arrogance he might have fled, but no, this was what he had come for. And it was not false- not so much as he could see. The statuesque figure of the equine was like that of a ghost, ephemeral yet eternal. Yes, he was entranced, and how he wished to laugh at his thought of flinging himself into the sea, the deep and dark that would have claimed him if not for this. Overdramatic, reckless, and childish. He was aware. But it was not anger which broiled within him, at himself or others. For once all his efforts had not come to naught. What a heady sensation it was, powerful enough to draw him forward. He was not afraid. Virsisé stepped forwards, upwards, ascending to the waiting being. "Then you know why I have come." Were these truly the words that passed from his lips? But if his thoughts were known, he had no reason to pretend. No reason to falsify his serenity, his righteous calm, like the eye of a storm. He had questions, and he demanded answers. It was in the right of Essence to deny him, this he knew. It would not stop him, not seal his lips, not extinguish the light that burned in him. The flickering light which sought to answer the secret of his dreams. "Cast in the shadows of lies, I believed myself to understand the wills of the Gods. I believed- nay, knew my purpose was to lead others to the path of righteousness," he spoke, his voice strained with emotion, even as he climbed upwards. He could no longer contain himself, a disgraceful display in the sight of what he saw as a higher being. "But now the sun has revealed to me otherwise. Will you rebuke me? I, Virsisé, ask." @Essence
06-20-2017, 07:23 PM
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