Initiative blogpost#22

 

Initiative; the power or opportunity to act or take charge before others do.

 

As time slows terribly around and you get a glimpse of what it feels like to exist past the pattern of time. Ever moving and unstoppable. A perfect clarity on the flow of it and being able to crutch it in your grasp, that’s what it feels like to be immortal. And as you raise your chin, standing before something three feet taller than you, your eyes trail the creature’s hairy form, following humanoid structure with pure muscle and anger. You’d wish time ended right here as you’d be away from the imminent danger that’s about to rain down on you with claws hovering fourteen feet from the grass. With every crack of bone is heard, you come to senses that theres another one of these taking form as go. Looking into the mouth of a werewolf that’s willing to bite off your head and skim claws through you like butter. There’s a certain pressure building around you, implying the space is closing in and you’re going to have to make a decision. So, like any wise person would do, you choose to step aside and shove your knife forward. A very simple two step action. Dancing the beat of life and death.

 

The pressure now engulfs, you. The strength you impose over the flow of time is killing you from within. And you know that the moment you let out your breath, time is going to continue. What’s happening you wonder? The answer is quite simple. You’ve spent too much time exploiting the luxury of being the highest initiative. As time once again sets in motion and the claw and fang striking down on you resumes. However, the werewolf misses its target completely and tears into his ally who now took the complete form of a werewolf. Time has not worked in their favor as you acted before them. You slipped past the trajectory as a blur who caught hold of time and ran with it. As and your knife drives into the gut of the enemy, you feel the subtle vibrations felt as cold steel shreds organs. At that point you’ve realized the importance of initiative. A boon to the men focused onto it, now being able to strategize his every move. You trained and you advanced. You have imposed more control on the mind itself, a trophy received from following the path of focused mind.

 

And it all came clashing down over you in this very moment of success in cheating death. But how many times can you cheat death? There is an answer. Infinitely, if you control time. And that became a goal.

embrace blogpost#21

The bulbs of the dimly lit corridor have exhausted their lives, barely glowing enough to draw forth the resident bugs in the area. A pulsating yellow trail of weak lightbulbs end fifty meters down the hall to a door. Suddenly, heavy footsteps begin to thump against the wooden floor, leaving prints covered with blood as long strides take pace. The bugs that bask in the glow of the lights now begin to scatter as something large enters their deserted hallways. It has been a long while since anything of this ferocity has drawn up the courage to walk these halls. 

The steps began to grow louder as the man made his way, fiery eyes glaring into the dark. His red jeweled necklace followed the rhythm of his footing, clashing against his chest several times. The weak lights radiate against his hairy chest that bares an ugly large scar. Something that resembles a claw attack, gained only by cheating death and barely slipping its clutches. Behind that lump of scar tissue is a heavily beating heart, rushing molten anger to every inch of his body. He lets out a low growl as his sights lock onto the door. 

Headstrong, the man picked up his pace and began rushing towards the target. As anger now consumes him, he perceives the world only in red and black. For he is an embodiment of Luna's strength, a bloody empress of the night. As his sharp fingernails begin to twitch, the man extends his arms out with grace. His mighty wingspan had a challenging intent. As he charges at the door with all his rage, moments that led up to this moment started rushing into his thoughts. His greatest battles, his greatest allies and his family. All thoughts unshakably portraying the man worthy of his power. Two swift strikes and the door's hinges bare no resistance. The werewolf's strength is unmatched, the door rips apart into several pieces. 

Wooden planks and splinters fly out into the open woods as the man, baring destruction in his path emerges from the hallway where few have walked. His countenance raise to stare across the murky skies where Luna shines her brightest. She peeks down at her lover and a gentle smile forms onto her lips. She has longed for this moment, her champion's return. The man meets eyes with her, for his intentions were pure. He has fought valiantly to share this moment with her. An emotion that has brewed for over two decades has finally become potent as ever. His wife, descended the skies, caressing the leaves of mighty oak tress to meet her most faithful. She takes upon the form of a beautiful woman, dressed in ice-white. They embrace and kiss. And as they share a passionate moment, Luna is drenched in the colors of his energy.