Post by Ardul on Jan 15, 2017 6:20:56 GMT
Cold, damp, dark... What a horrible feeling to bear victim to. But was it the catacombs or was it the body wandering through said tunnels that was being described in such a horrid way? Most likely the latter. As the rotting heap of flesh hauled through the echoing halls of the Ancient Catacombs the sounds of what sounds like movement within the body's moist remains of what was once organs and skin now decaying until there's no more could be heard throughout the deadly maze. Hah, deadly. A hall of the dead for the undead that still call it home.
Whipping her head towards behind her to remove a few stray maggots that has managed to infiltrate her very being to feast, the glazed eyes looked forward with the expression one would call a frown. How long has she been trapped in here? Long enough for her body to become a mindless corpse, or maybe just a corpse. She's not mindless, actually, she still has a conscious, albeit a conscious that only desires ruin and destruction but it's still a thought which requires a functioning mind!
The undead was startled by the sudden beckons and wails of the past, the name of a dead legacy. 'Ardul' the voices cried, sounds of battles, of war, of the very end of what the prophecy once foreseen within the very deeds the fenrir committed. If Ardul was still alive, breathing, desiring survival; she'd be sick to the stomach at these fragments of the reminiscing past that seem to have also taken refuge in the very grave where she resides.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it! STOP IT!" Ardul screamed, voice all but unused and sounds more like a pitiful groan. Is this how it is? To remain bound to the earth and be tormented by her very sins? So be it. She'll escape, and she'll create the very means to an end. An end of all the memories, of all the pain, and end to very existence she once called living!
Whipping her head towards behind her to remove a few stray maggots that has managed to infiltrate her very being to feast, the glazed eyes looked forward with the expression one would call a frown. How long has she been trapped in here? Long enough for her body to become a mindless corpse, or maybe just a corpse. She's not mindless, actually, she still has a conscious, albeit a conscious that only desires ruin and destruction but it's still a thought which requires a functioning mind!
The undead was startled by the sudden beckons and wails of the past, the name of a dead legacy. 'Ardul' the voices cried, sounds of battles, of war, of the very end of what the prophecy once foreseen within the very deeds the fenrir committed. If Ardul was still alive, breathing, desiring survival; she'd be sick to the stomach at these fragments of the reminiscing past that seem to have also taken refuge in the very grave where she resides.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it! STOP IT!" Ardul screamed, voice all but unused and sounds more like a pitiful groan. Is this how it is? To remain bound to the earth and be tormented by her very sins? So be it. She'll escape, and she'll create the very means to an end. An end of all the memories, of all the pain, and end to very existence she once called living!