Vyrie

A young woman awakens with a lazy groan, surrounded by a field of flickering, luminescent hyacinths. Little glowing pellets rolling off them before grazing into the air, floating about aimlessly, without a care in the world. Save for the meadow of flowers around her, and a window of beautiful vibrant stained glass in the center depicting a child posing happily with her mother- there was nothing else. Absolute darkness. An almost *looming* darkness that seemed to undulate and and writhe above and around her. "What....is this place?" she inquires, stunned, to no nobody in particular. The woman holds her head, wincing with a small yelp as it dares to beat against her violently. This is exactly how it feels just like when....just like....oh no. Her.

The girl desperately scrambles to her feet, racing toward the center of the enclave, towards the shimmering window-pane. "I have to go now! I-" a cold hand softly caresses the side of her face as a voice eerily whispers back, "found you." A series of writhing, squirming, inky black tendrils swiftly wrap themselves around her neck, constricting and squeezing her life out with incomprehensible strength. Wailing through choking gasps, the girl crawls with every last inch of her strength, her fingernails eliciting a spine-tingling scraping noise as they barely reach and scrape against the glass. She manages to crackle a small hole through the odd crystal with a rap of her fingers, the jubilant sounds of the hustle and bustle of a busy city street, as well as sunlight suddenly peeking into the black chamber.

The hyacinths now rapidly fading away, seeming to be *consumed* and defiled by the ever-encroaching fleshy, shadowy mass that draws closer to her. The woman, though terrified, holds a marked glint of courage and resilience in her own soft ruby eyes. She eeks out a series of words through the tightening sickly coils around her neck; ancient words, words that hadn't been spoken by man in hundreds, *thousands* of years. The woman then closes her eyes, a warm lavender glow outlining the pathways of the spiraling veins down her arm. She winces in pain as she presses a squelching finger into the broken glass she clung unto, a wet splotch of violet-tinged lifeblood dripping down into the city streets below. "I-I'm so sorry you'll have to go this alone, my child. I'm horrible! I-" she agonizingly whimpers out with the last pocket of breath in her, before being violently ripped back into the living, breathing blackness. She muffledly howls against the monstrosity, now drawn about her mouth. A single, heartbroken teardrop rolling down her soft, loving cheek.

A single drop of rain pattered onto the streets of Paris, France that day.

Quick Stats:

Age: ???

Gender: Female

Race: Human (?)

Powers: ???

Height: 5 feet, 10 inches.

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