08-07-2018, 09:30 AM
Dreaming, Ricter was seemingly stuck in his own mind, he had died from the actions less so of his own doing but in a way he kinda knew he might perish in joining some crazy battle royal like that. Something he would grow to regret later on given the amount of time that place took from him.
Odd images began to form around the dark shadowy expanse, images he recognized, shapes that contorted and moved in manners that were all around natural but also just scary in some ways. These images were parts of his past, things he’s gone through, seen before, memories collecting into one large cauldron that was this void he felt like he was standing in.
Moving closer to the images that passed by in what ever form he had taken in this expanse, he felt them drift by, moving along and no longer being really tangible at all, it felt like he was some kind of ghost. Though if these were in fact memories then he couldn't interact with them anyways, but was this a dream? Was this reality? It was a hard thing to discern.
It was here he tried to remember what had happened not too long ago, what he went through and why he was maybe here, thinking about this sort of thing. But before he could even pull his mind into a coherent thought process he would notice something about his past that he had long forgotten. Someone, and something that he had both repressed and forgotten about some time ago.
His eyes would now scan over the fractions of a memory he had long since held but never truly forgot about, watching the figures play out as this image seemed to distract him completely. Looking into it he would soon see both a little girl and a small little ferret like creature, big enough for her to carry with no problem in her arms but small enough that it wasn’t heavy for her.
The girl had black hair and looked to be around her late teens, she wore robes, open ones that showed what she had on underneath. Some pants, a shirt, nothing too amazing, and a pare of soft toe shoes that laced around her foot in a manner that resembled something more old and less of a the new age sandal you see normally.
She was running towards something, hearing loud noises in the back drop as the images began to swirl into a dome around Ricter. Ensuring the entire scene played out as he watched from the confines of the bubble that now formed in this empty space.
Eventually the girl would come to her home, placing down the small ferret that would stand up on its hind legs and look up at her, the girl smiled and bent down to pet him a few times before heading up stairs. The weasel would follow, scampering along and ensuring they kept pace with their master.
Inside of a room they would sit, the girl would be skimming over books and what not, pulling them off shelves and looking for something specific. She seemed to be only after one piece of script, and once she found it, eventually that is, she would begin to mouth out the words and read it off.
No words were said, no sound could be heard besides the moving shadows that clamored around outside of the dome, although no sound was needed. He knew what this memory was, and as he watched on he would sit down and simply let it play on. As the girl continued to read the ferret would sit on her bed, just watching and wondering what she was doing with a puzzled expression and innocent look to the little fuzzy creatures eyes.
Eventually as time went on odd sparkles would begin forming around the small critter, which seemed to be confused by this as they sniffed the sparkles and gently swiped at them with a little paw. Soon, a ring of energy would form around them, making them jump a bit from the sudden formation of light that now boxed them in, the feral critter was startled.
But calmed down as a hand reached down and patted them on the head, causing their worries to melt away, the girl would keep reading. Eventually once she stopped talking the circle would soon encompass the little creature and engulf them in a blinding light.
A light that would permeate through the area for some time before eventually fading, revealing the same little feral weasel however a bit bigger than average, at almost three times the size. However that didn’t stop the girl from reaching down and trying to pick them up.
“My aren't you heavy...”
Ricter would say, mirroring the words that the girl probably said as the large feral weasel would tilt his head and begin speaking back to the girl. It would seem what ever the young magician did to her pet allowed them to communicate back, in addition to making them a lot bigger than average.
The talking would go back and forth for a little bit but soon it would end in the large weasel hugging the girl and causing her to hug them back, they looked happy. At this moment the memory would end, the bubble breaking apart into wispy shadows that dissipated and released themselves to form new memories.
Looking around the shadows were forming again, some in this location, some in another, it was just like before, and he knew if he wanted to experience another he just had to walk over and sit down to watch it play out. Their was something about watching your own history that made him feel odd, like this was all fake but all so real at the same time.
Especially since he remembered this memory, it was so vivid in his mind now that he wouldn’t have forgotten about such an important event. It was the day he was made into a familiar by the witch who was his owner, it was the day he was given a mind to speak and a strong body to help her with.
It was the day his brain began to process things other than who was friend, foe and food. It was the day he was given intelligence and over all what lead to what he would become soon enough, which made him think about this for a moment, but his mind pulled him away from any thoughts he could try to make here.
Looking on he began moving towards yet another mass of shadows and what not. The shadows here were smaller, more compacted but the images were easy to tell once he got close. As like before the bubble would form around him once he got to close and stayed in the area, allowing him to see more details.
Ahead the two shapes began to show a small girl, around the age of five or so beginning to open presents, it seemed like it was her birthday and two adult figures were off in the distance, both watching on but their faces were obscured and even their bodies seemed to be blurry in the vision. There was also a third blurry image, a smaller child, probably an infant.
The child, also having black hair and being a female, would have on cute little pigtails and seem so happy to pull out boxes of presents as she opened up the lids to reveal toys shes always wanted and things of that nature.
However she was given a box with holes in the side and she pointed, asking the two figures that were around her why. Or at least it was easy to tell what she was possibly asking them with her overly dramatic pointing, making Ricter smile a bit. This was a memory his mind couldn’t process at the time but it seemed some part of him kept and retained it still all this time.
She would be given an answer from the two images and the girl nodded, smiling before popping open the lid and looking inside. Her eyes opened up in dazzling amazement as she reached in and pulled out a little tiny ferret, a young one at at that.
She seemed so elated, petting and rubbing it against her face as the small ferret would nibble on her fingers and seemingly enjoyed the attention. She would say a few words to the critter, none that would register in its mind for a while, but somehow he knew what the girl was saying even though he shouldn’t.
“I’ll call you Ricter, your going to be my best friend...”
The stoat stated, filling in the words for her as he began to get sad, not for what was mentioned but missing what he felt was now gone from him. He missed his friend, the life they had together and started on this very day, the day he was currently seeing once again.
He was beginning to recall when Abigail’s parents had picked him up at a pet vendor, they didn’t have a lot of money and couldn’t buy her a dog so they settled for him instead, a simple weasel. Nothing that would break the bank but it was a fuzzy animal and it was alive and tame, so why not?
Part of him snickered at the logic they had for picking him as a pet, especially for what it would lead too, most kids would want a rabbit, or a big dog as their companion. But she didn’t complain, actually she supported having him the entire time he knew her.
Sure kids teased her about having a weasel for a pet, and they always remarked on how dogs were better, or she should get a cat or something. But no, she stayed with him through out everything they went through together and in the end she offered him what was essentially an immortal life with her as a familiar.
He felt lucky, and proud to some degree, but as the images began to fade yet again he would begin to get up once more, the swirling of shadows beginning to form again, allowing him the choice to keep going to look into more things.
“Am I in my own head? I can’t really remember anything that happened before I got here..”
Odd images began to form around the dark shadowy expanse, images he recognized, shapes that contorted and moved in manners that were all around natural but also just scary in some ways. These images were parts of his past, things he’s gone through, seen before, memories collecting into one large cauldron that was this void he felt like he was standing in.
Moving closer to the images that passed by in what ever form he had taken in this expanse, he felt them drift by, moving along and no longer being really tangible at all, it felt like he was some kind of ghost. Though if these were in fact memories then he couldn't interact with them anyways, but was this a dream? Was this reality? It was a hard thing to discern.
It was here he tried to remember what had happened not too long ago, what he went through and why he was maybe here, thinking about this sort of thing. But before he could even pull his mind into a coherent thought process he would notice something about his past that he had long forgotten. Someone, and something that he had both repressed and forgotten about some time ago.
His eyes would now scan over the fractions of a memory he had long since held but never truly forgot about, watching the figures play out as this image seemed to distract him completely. Looking into it he would soon see both a little girl and a small little ferret like creature, big enough for her to carry with no problem in her arms but small enough that it wasn’t heavy for her.
The girl had black hair and looked to be around her late teens, she wore robes, open ones that showed what she had on underneath. Some pants, a shirt, nothing too amazing, and a pare of soft toe shoes that laced around her foot in a manner that resembled something more old and less of a the new age sandal you see normally.
She was running towards something, hearing loud noises in the back drop as the images began to swirl into a dome around Ricter. Ensuring the entire scene played out as he watched from the confines of the bubble that now formed in this empty space.
Eventually the girl would come to her home, placing down the small ferret that would stand up on its hind legs and look up at her, the girl smiled and bent down to pet him a few times before heading up stairs. The weasel would follow, scampering along and ensuring they kept pace with their master.
Inside of a room they would sit, the girl would be skimming over books and what not, pulling them off shelves and looking for something specific. She seemed to be only after one piece of script, and once she found it, eventually that is, she would begin to mouth out the words and read it off.
No words were said, no sound could be heard besides the moving shadows that clamored around outside of the dome, although no sound was needed. He knew what this memory was, and as he watched on he would sit down and simply let it play on. As the girl continued to read the ferret would sit on her bed, just watching and wondering what she was doing with a puzzled expression and innocent look to the little fuzzy creatures eyes.
Eventually as time went on odd sparkles would begin forming around the small critter, which seemed to be confused by this as they sniffed the sparkles and gently swiped at them with a little paw. Soon, a ring of energy would form around them, making them jump a bit from the sudden formation of light that now boxed them in, the feral critter was startled.
But calmed down as a hand reached down and patted them on the head, causing their worries to melt away, the girl would keep reading. Eventually once she stopped talking the circle would soon encompass the little creature and engulf them in a blinding light.
A light that would permeate through the area for some time before eventually fading, revealing the same little feral weasel however a bit bigger than average, at almost three times the size. However that didn’t stop the girl from reaching down and trying to pick them up.
“My aren't you heavy...”
Ricter would say, mirroring the words that the girl probably said as the large feral weasel would tilt his head and begin speaking back to the girl. It would seem what ever the young magician did to her pet allowed them to communicate back, in addition to making them a lot bigger than average.
The talking would go back and forth for a little bit but soon it would end in the large weasel hugging the girl and causing her to hug them back, they looked happy. At this moment the memory would end, the bubble breaking apart into wispy shadows that dissipated and released themselves to form new memories.
Looking around the shadows were forming again, some in this location, some in another, it was just like before, and he knew if he wanted to experience another he just had to walk over and sit down to watch it play out. Their was something about watching your own history that made him feel odd, like this was all fake but all so real at the same time.
Especially since he remembered this memory, it was so vivid in his mind now that he wouldn’t have forgotten about such an important event. It was the day he was made into a familiar by the witch who was his owner, it was the day he was given a mind to speak and a strong body to help her with.
It was the day his brain began to process things other than who was friend, foe and food. It was the day he was given intelligence and over all what lead to what he would become soon enough, which made him think about this for a moment, but his mind pulled him away from any thoughts he could try to make here.
Looking on he began moving towards yet another mass of shadows and what not. The shadows here were smaller, more compacted but the images were easy to tell once he got close. As like before the bubble would form around him once he got to close and stayed in the area, allowing him to see more details.
Ahead the two shapes began to show a small girl, around the age of five or so beginning to open presents, it seemed like it was her birthday and two adult figures were off in the distance, both watching on but their faces were obscured and even their bodies seemed to be blurry in the vision. There was also a third blurry image, a smaller child, probably an infant.
The child, also having black hair and being a female, would have on cute little pigtails and seem so happy to pull out boxes of presents as she opened up the lids to reveal toys shes always wanted and things of that nature.
However she was given a box with holes in the side and she pointed, asking the two figures that were around her why. Or at least it was easy to tell what she was possibly asking them with her overly dramatic pointing, making Ricter smile a bit. This was a memory his mind couldn’t process at the time but it seemed some part of him kept and retained it still all this time.
She would be given an answer from the two images and the girl nodded, smiling before popping open the lid and looking inside. Her eyes opened up in dazzling amazement as she reached in and pulled out a little tiny ferret, a young one at at that.
She seemed so elated, petting and rubbing it against her face as the small ferret would nibble on her fingers and seemingly enjoyed the attention. She would say a few words to the critter, none that would register in its mind for a while, but somehow he knew what the girl was saying even though he shouldn’t.
“I’ll call you Ricter, your going to be my best friend...”
The stoat stated, filling in the words for her as he began to get sad, not for what was mentioned but missing what he felt was now gone from him. He missed his friend, the life they had together and started on this very day, the day he was currently seeing once again.
He was beginning to recall when Abigail’s parents had picked him up at a pet vendor, they didn’t have a lot of money and couldn’t buy her a dog so they settled for him instead, a simple weasel. Nothing that would break the bank but it was a fuzzy animal and it was alive and tame, so why not?
Part of him snickered at the logic they had for picking him as a pet, especially for what it would lead too, most kids would want a rabbit, or a big dog as their companion. But she didn’t complain, actually she supported having him the entire time he knew her.
Sure kids teased her about having a weasel for a pet, and they always remarked on how dogs were better, or she should get a cat or something. But no, she stayed with him through out everything they went through together and in the end she offered him what was essentially an immortal life with her as a familiar.
He felt lucky, and proud to some degree, but as the images began to fade yet again he would begin to get up once more, the swirling of shadows beginning to form again, allowing him the choice to keep going to look into more things.
“Am I in my own head? I can’t really remember anything that happened before I got here..”