11-24-2018, 08:49 PM
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As a vessel for the gods and a random assortment of spirits, Sybil knew quite well the ins and outs of death. The woman practically waltzed the line between life and death, acting as a doorman of sorts. She let the living peak into the afterlife and she let the dead play with living, breathing souls. Her work was tireless, but it wasn't something she despised. It was nice, being the buffer. It made her numb to most things (which was a relief).
Sybil had no attachments to this world - none that she remembered anyhow. Her previous lives held many attachments to this realm, and the final version of herself had lived and died here, in these waters. The fragment of the soul they all shared, her fragment, had been lost to time, outcast by a vengeful goddess. That placed her here now, with no recollection of anything, past or present. Sybil was disconnected from herself, and even then, she caught faint glimpses of who she had been.
She had no attachments, so the siren's call was of no worry. With eyes of stormy horizons, she watched Onision walk to the water, to his death. Visions of walking hand in hand with a young boy crossed through her mind alongside images of the Sun and Icarus. It was perplexing; something inside of her wanted to reach out, to prevent what was sure to unfold. And yet, she stayed rooted to the ground.
The soothsayer watched in veiled horror as Onision was pulled under. A final vision exploded in her mind: she was walking into the sea with outstretched arms, welcoming the waves that would steal her breath away. Sybil watched the bubbles crest the surface of the water, alluding to where Oni had disappeared.
The woman reached into the pocket of her robes and pulled out a golden coin. A prayer was murmured and then she gently pressed her lips to the token before tossing it into the water. Payment for the afterlife.
Oh, how the gods could be cruel.
As a vessel for the gods and a random assortment of spirits, Sybil knew quite well the ins and outs of death. The woman practically waltzed the line between life and death, acting as a doorman of sorts. She let the living peak into the afterlife and she let the dead play with living, breathing souls. Her work was tireless, but it wasn't something she despised. It was nice, being the buffer. It made her numb to most things (which was a relief).
Sybil had no attachments to this world - none that she remembered anyhow. Her previous lives held many attachments to this realm, and the final version of herself had lived and died here, in these waters. The fragment of the soul they all shared, her fragment, had been lost to time, outcast by a vengeful goddess. That placed her here now, with no recollection of anything, past or present. Sybil was disconnected from herself, and even then, she caught faint glimpses of who she had been.
She had no attachments, so the siren's call was of no worry. With eyes of stormy horizons, she watched Onision walk to the water, to his death. Visions of walking hand in hand with a young boy crossed through her mind alongside images of the Sun and Icarus. It was perplexing; something inside of her wanted to reach out, to prevent what was sure to unfold. And yet, she stayed rooted to the ground.
The soothsayer watched in veiled horror as Onision was pulled under. A final vision exploded in her mind: she was walking into the sea with outstretched arms, welcoming the waves that would steal her breath away. Sybil watched the bubbles crest the surface of the water, alluding to where Oni had disappeared.
The woman reached into the pocket of her robes and pulled out a golden coin. A prayer was murmured and then she gently pressed her lips to the token before tossing it into the water. Payment for the afterlife.
Oh, how the gods could be cruel.
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[glow=black,10,100]now she's gonna play and sing[/glow]
sybil morag | soothsayer | communicates telepathically | the ascendants | [url=https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=8885.msg0;boardseen#new]tags
[glow=black,1,100]and lock you in her heart