S h a t t e r e d {and} H o p e l e s s

[Rosalina White]

{continued from sample post on application}


Rosalina's electric-blue eyes fluttered open and she gasped, scrambling to her knees and gasping for air. She looked up at the green canopy of leaves above her, then lower down at the trunks of those trees, covered in thick green moss. She swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to make her thoughts come coherently again. She sighed. I must've cried myself to sleep... she thought, her chest throbbing, reminding her of the pain and intense sorrow of the previous meant-to-be simple event of taking a walk in the woods. She pursed her lips and slowly got to her feet, trembling.

The trees swayed, rustling their leaves and Rosalina scowled, remembering that the trees were just as alive and aware as she was. Her eyes narrowed and targeted in one one tree in particular. It was still, and even though it had no eyes, it felt like it was staring at her, felt like it was saying, "Please don't see me, I'm trying to be invisible." It had "Tattle-Tree" written all over it.

Her face still contorted into a scowl, Rosalina took the six necessary steps it took to reach the tree. The leaves began to tremble. She rested her hands on her hips. "I know what you're thinking," she hissed. "You're gonna tell someone, anyone, the first creature you see, actually, that you saw me. That I exist." She took another small step forward, closing the tiny space between her and the tree even more. She never thought she'd actually be talking to a tree, even if she knew they could hear her, she wondered if she was finally going insane. It's not like she had ever doubted that fact before. She shook her head slightly, trying to shake the thought away as well.

Her scowl softened, but only slightly, until it was just an unhappy frown. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that though," she continued, shaking her head. "I promised my mother I'd take care of myself. I promised her I'd stay alive, and I'm not one to break a promise, especially with her." Very slowly, she rose her hand and gently rested it on the bark of the tree. The leaves were shaking violently now, very frightened. She sighed, and the cold from her skin, and the cold of her magic flowed from her fingertips to the tree until the leaves stopped shaking and the tree was frozen.

She dropped her hand and bit down on her lip to stop it from trembling. She swallowed hard. Her mother wouldn't approve of this. It was a sign of weakness and weakness should be unheard of. She sighed and took a step back from the frozen tree. It was just a thin layer of ice, very thin, actually. It'd melt in the heat of the hot Narnian sun in no time, before nightfall, but it still felt wrong.

Her teeth clenched with an audible snap. Stop being so foolish, she scolded herself. The tree needed to be warned, and so did the others who were watching. They needed to know that she did not tolerate "tattle-trees". That made her feel a little better. A warning. That was all it was. But if the problem continued she knew she had to kill it. Her heart squeazed, but she ignored it, remembering that their weren't enough pieces of her heart to be squeazed. She sighed and turned her back to the thinly-frozen tree. That was not even 1/20 if her power. She was strong, very strong, and could wipe out this entire forest in an instant. But she would respect her mother's wishes and stay hidden.

She glanced behind her one more time at the tree. "Don't take it personally," she whispered, and she turned again. "Just trying to stay alive."

She bit her lip, hoping no one would see the frozen tree before it melted, because if not, she could've just given herself away.

[Eareth]

Alone deep in the forests of Narnia Eareth walked through the trees. Strapped to his back were his swords and his bow but he had none of them drawn. A dream had brought him here, a vision more then a dream but it amounted to the same thing. In the dream he had felt very cold and very alone, almost as if everything he had ever known had been stripped away leaving him cold and exposed and miserable. He walked through the woods trying to find what he had seen in the dream but also wary. There were things in the deep forest far older and darker than he and some of them were best left undisturbed. He walked until finally he came to the spot. It looked well enough, nothing seemed out of place but that same feeling of cold came over him. Everything looked okay, but something definately felt out of place.
(( OOC: I wasn't sure how far you wanted me to take this so I'll just leave it up to you for now. ))

[Eareth]

(( OOC: Hey if it's okay with you I'm gonna just disregard that post and bring Seren into this. You can look up his bio. if you want to learn more about him but he's not exactly kind-hearted and doesn't really have much purpose in the world so... you two might get along))

[Seren]

Seren was a whisper in the trees. His passing marked not by a snapping branch or a broken leaf but by an... uneasiness. A sense of something being wrong. He moved without a sound in constant pursuit of the dream. He didn't know a direction or a specific place he just knew where he was supposed to go when the time to go there came.
A growl to his left caused Seren to spin around coming face to face with a badger. The beast had apparently sensed Serens presence and wasn't overly excited about having something so... wrong. Next to it's den. The two stared at each other one with a vicious primal intensity and the other with disinterest. Like a spectator who is observing the events going on below him but not overly interested in or wearied about the outcome of that event. The badger moved swift as lightning lunging for the throat of the thing standing over it's den. Two hands flashed quicker then thought one seizing the creature by the throat the other drawing a knife, slitting the badgers throat, and sheathing the knife just as quickly as it had been drawn. The badgers headless body hit the forest floor with a dull thud. Seren stood observing the creatures sightless eyes for an instant more before dropping it to the ground.
Minutes later he found the spot. He didn't know how he knew this was it, it just was. At first he didn't catch anything particularly out of the ordinary but on second inspection found that one of the trees directly to his left had been frozen. Regarding the tree with that same sort of detached disinterest. Seren waited for the next move.