Post by Bones on Dec 4, 2014 20:21:31 GMT -5
There's a storm coming.
He could feel it in his bones like an older lady could sense the rain. He could feel the pressure of the dark side as it coursed outwards, the ominous wave lapping against the banks, a flooding river waiting for its banks to burst so it could spread, covering all that is good in its filthy, murky presence. And just like a flood, it would smoother all life and happiness given the chance. He had seen, freely, and even done horrible things some that fateful trip to Subterel. If course, he had understood the presence of the dark side was a never ending concern, for just as there is day, there must be night, but he had never once estimated the severity of the situation he, the order, and the Republuc as a whole was currently facing. His capture, and subsequent rescue was enough to reinforce that something had to be done.
The banks could not be allowed to burst.
His eyes flicked open, allowing himself to become attuned to his senses and surroundings. He could smell the fresh grass and plants, he could hear the running water of the fountains and he could see the light shining into the mediation room. Most importantly, he could still feel that strong sense of foreboding that the dark side had placed deep inside him, along with the sweat that beaded down his tanned skin. Mediation, it seemed, no longer have him that sage isolation that he sought, that feeling of bliss and relaxation that it had so often given him in his past. The presence of the dark side was ever present, and ever concerning.
Soon another noise raved his ears - the sound of footsteps on the lush grass. They had stopped, accompanying the feeling of eyes on his person, before they began to turn to leave. Stop, friend, so not allow my presence to prevent your search for peace and wisdom.[/color] he spoke, his voice calm and reassuring, "what is on your mind?"
Was it his place to tell of the meaning behind the ominous feeling that the storm brang?
No, but he hoped all would be ready when it hit.
He could feel it in his bones like an older lady could sense the rain. He could feel the pressure of the dark side as it coursed outwards, the ominous wave lapping against the banks, a flooding river waiting for its banks to burst so it could spread, covering all that is good in its filthy, murky presence. And just like a flood, it would smoother all life and happiness given the chance. He had seen, freely, and even done horrible things some that fateful trip to Subterel. If course, he had understood the presence of the dark side was a never ending concern, for just as there is day, there must be night, but he had never once estimated the severity of the situation he, the order, and the Republuc as a whole was currently facing. His capture, and subsequent rescue was enough to reinforce that something had to be done.
The banks could not be allowed to burst.
His eyes flicked open, allowing himself to become attuned to his senses and surroundings. He could smell the fresh grass and plants, he could hear the running water of the fountains and he could see the light shining into the mediation room. Most importantly, he could still feel that strong sense of foreboding that the dark side had placed deep inside him, along with the sweat that beaded down his tanned skin. Mediation, it seemed, no longer have him that sage isolation that he sought, that feeling of bliss and relaxation that it had so often given him in his past. The presence of the dark side was ever present, and ever concerning.
Soon another noise raved his ears - the sound of footsteps on the lush grass. They had stopped, accompanying the feeling of eyes on his person, before they began to turn to leave. Stop, friend, so not allow my presence to prevent your search for peace and wisdom.[/color] he spoke, his voice calm and reassuring, "what is on your mind?"
Was it his place to tell of the meaning behind the ominous feeling that the storm brang?
No, but he hoped all would be ready when it hit.
