02-08-2016, 05:49 PM
The sensation of being weightless and darkness engulfing everything was thrust upon the Alpha Stigma again as he suddenly lay on the floor of a vast field of trees, staring up into the sky through the mess of a canopy with the towers of wood. He felt curiously refreshed, as if he just woken up from an afternoon nap.
"These guys need to really quit it with the random summoning, I feel like I don't even know which way is up."
It took a few minutes for the Alpha Stigma to muster of the energy to lift himself from his comfortable position in the grass and assess his surroundings. The cool breeze caused his blue and white cloak to sway, his brown hair ruffling in the wind and going across his eyes. There were a lot of trees. Trees here. Trees there. Oh look another tree. How surprising.
"Well, I'm as long as I will ever be, so might as well just pick a direction and get moving," Ryner sighed as he tried to stand, before rolling onto a bright red object next to him. "What the heck is this?"
He examined the item, bright red in color with a chamber and a trigger. It had a large opening, where Ryner could see a single shot prepared for him. Upon closer inspection he could read a small warning label, something about not firing at anyone and aiming it into the sky as a signal. It was to shoot something called a "flare". Wondering if it had any other use, the Alpha Stigma tried to scan it using his cursed eyes, but only came up with a headache. For some reason he couldn't use his abilities. Maybe is was from the curse this guy is in.
Either way, this could probably be helpful in signalling those guys he met before the Spirit sent them off. The Alpha stigma aimed it upwards, struggling to find a wide opening in the canopy before realizing something else. Whatever this thing shoots is probably going to attract more than just a few possible friends, whatever enemies are close by, or even other prime that would see him as a threat, would come rushing over to put an end to him. If he were to go berserk because of it... wait, what if he couldn't go berserk? What if this realm had cured him of his curse and managed to give him a second chance to redeem all the wrongs he had done? The ability to wrong no more, to not have to worry about hurting the ones he loved?
The Alpha Stigma rested himself against a tree as he thought, a fresh prime still struggling to find out how this realm applies it rules to him, and how the world within this realm further does so.
No. He couldn't get his hoped up just yet. he still knew near nothing about what lies here, and the only way to find out is to walk and investigate.
With newfound energy and drive, the Alpha Stigma ventured off into a random direction, keeping an eye out for movement among the trees. His footsteps were soft and silent against the fallen leaves of the jungle, while he tried to make mental landmarks. However, it seemed like everything was the same, nothing differed except for the smell of ash rising to the man's nose as he continued along.
"These guys need to really quit it with the random summoning, I feel like I don't even know which way is up."
It took a few minutes for the Alpha Stigma to muster of the energy to lift himself from his comfortable position in the grass and assess his surroundings. The cool breeze caused his blue and white cloak to sway, his brown hair ruffling in the wind and going across his eyes. There were a lot of trees. Trees here. Trees there. Oh look another tree. How surprising.
"Well, I'm as long as I will ever be, so might as well just pick a direction and get moving," Ryner sighed as he tried to stand, before rolling onto a bright red object next to him. "What the heck is this?"
He examined the item, bright red in color with a chamber and a trigger. It had a large opening, where Ryner could see a single shot prepared for him. Upon closer inspection he could read a small warning label, something about not firing at anyone and aiming it into the sky as a signal. It was to shoot something called a "flare". Wondering if it had any other use, the Alpha Stigma tried to scan it using his cursed eyes, but only came up with a headache. For some reason he couldn't use his abilities. Maybe is was from the curse this guy is in.
Either way, this could probably be helpful in signalling those guys he met before the Spirit sent them off. The Alpha stigma aimed it upwards, struggling to find a wide opening in the canopy before realizing something else. Whatever this thing shoots is probably going to attract more than just a few possible friends, whatever enemies are close by, or even other prime that would see him as a threat, would come rushing over to put an end to him. If he were to go berserk because of it... wait, what if he couldn't go berserk? What if this realm had cured him of his curse and managed to give him a second chance to redeem all the wrongs he had done? The ability to wrong no more, to not have to worry about hurting the ones he loved?
The Alpha Stigma rested himself against a tree as he thought, a fresh prime still struggling to find out how this realm applies it rules to him, and how the world within this realm further does so.
No. He couldn't get his hoped up just yet. he still knew near nothing about what lies here, and the only way to find out is to walk and investigate.
With newfound energy and drive, the Alpha Stigma ventured off into a random direction, keeping an eye out for movement among the trees. His footsteps were soft and silent against the fallen leaves of the jungle, while he tried to make mental landmarks. However, it seemed like everything was the same, nothing differed except for the smell of ash rising to the man's nose as he continued along.
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