04-28-2016, 06:05 PM
Fire scoured the area repeatedly as the battle raged on, largely leaving me unmolested despite my efforts to endanger my eternal existence. A fact which, in hindsight, had not been one of my more brilliant ideas, given the nature of my true body being of leather bound paper. Really someone should have stopped me before I had strolled upon a volcano. Maybe Dumbledore, he always seemed to have a talent of placing himself before me when I had particular bouts of stupidity. Looking back he had rarely been able to stop me though. Or perhaps maybe I should have controlled my own damn self! Either way, it was what it was. Changing things now would probably prove more suicidal than it was staying in the fight.
I cursed the oriental wyrm with a snort and pushed my doubts away. I had to focus on the situation at hand and that started with my weaving of more arcane power into my wand. For a spell like this, I neither needed concentration nor potency; I saved that for what was coming. What I had planned though was going to make things unpredictable enough as it was. But if I did it right…
Reaffirming my grip on my Ollivander's brand foci, I hefted the yew and phoenix feather about into a simple but marked jab.
"Everyone, look away- rubrum!" I roared.
Immediately it felt and looked like all the light and color in the area had drained out; as water colors of painting would in a rain storm. But it hadn't changed. No, I simply Added something far more potent. The world was washed white as a far deeper red nova sprang to existence from the tip of my wand and shot forward towards the beast. Slow in comparison to some of my spells, faster than others, just enough to catch the demon's notice as it reared away from the potential threat.
I whipped my wand away and detonated the spell mid blink.
The screech that was Volvagia was as magnificent in its pain as it was as its girth was in blotting out the sky. More so was the fact was that it did blot out the sky, as it could be seen through the lids of my eyes. Such was the contrast between it and the explosion of light that was the spark conjuration.
The sound didn't end as the blinded reptile howled through the air before impacting the ground. Claws were scraping every which way, though it didn't last long. The moment the curved tips of its limbs caught traction, it ripped itself upright into a wobbly form before being slammed back by a number of attacks coming from my allies.
Magic and physical force alike pounded it practically sideways with the advantage I had given them. The fist wielding Gildarts followed by the armored Okor seemed to have formed into a pair with a purpose to upturn the beast through a two pronged attack that rang like pointblank thunderclaps.
It was not to last, as another sweep of its body ended the barrage as quickly as it began.
Pain suddenly flared across my body and covered my face as something red shrouded me. The landscape itself was suddenly covered in liquid gore as my skin felt like it was peeling away with frothing heat. It was a sensation that while familiar I simply could not displace, the vision though of Volvagia did.
The lazy glare it had given me earlier was gone. Wrath was all that existed in that beastial visage which radiated with emerald light. Its hate was focused solely upon me. Only the deepest, least conscious portions of my pages even recognized that the roiling waves of aural heat had just intensified. Yet it was enough that I noticed.
I stumbled back against my will. A human reaction that I had thought myself above but I did it anyways.
It charged.
The world shattered.
Lava flowed.
For an eternity all I could see was scales, claws, and crimson light. I had not a hope to dislodge it despite the strength I had gained since first coming to this land. It was perhaps that strength that saved me from being destroyed outright, but it did not stop the monstrous thing from bearing down upon me further.
That task, it seemed, fell to another as I was pulled from its jaws and grip with a single inhuman motion.
Worse, though, was that the pain was gone. Then I noted that I couldn't even prop myself up. That particular attribute it seemed could be blamed upon the fact that I was missing half my body. Ink and cinders attested to such as I brought my remaining- darkening limb to my face. Shadows obscured it, a gloom that was filling everything around me.
...
Pressure filled my spine as I felt my flame weathered cover hit the ground. Sounds were muted to a dullness of vibration, sight, taste and smell gone, while all that remained was pain and pressure. Time lost its meaning.
For all the good that it did me to be immortal, it was times like these that I regretted not including some form of sensory enchantments when designing my horcrux. Then again, looking back, this entire horcrux venture had been a monumental error. Whatever had possessed me to do such a thing had left me with an inability to control myself. Even with patience wrought by decades of monotony…
I was broken.
It took one nearly mindless beast to bring me low. Greater than Harry Potter it was, but still a beast. Fate it seemed, was repeatedly conspiring against me to teach me this particular fact of reality. I was simply destined to be humbled and humiliated. As aggravating as it was, I had to failed to realized such in more any way more than in a scholarly aspect.
Knowing and understanding, a balance I was forever going to struggle with it seemed.
Slowly I shifted my thoughts toward creating a body again. Magic came to my beckoning and eased away my aches. I worked forward, drawing from my mind what little emotion I had left, other than apathy, into a form that could hold me.
Light blossomed into startling contrast followed by relief as my eyes focused on the clear red skies. Thunder- no, war rang around me as the Alpha crew struggled with our common foe. Sulphur burned my throat and seared my nostrils.
Pumice stone crunched under my fingers as I righted myself. A thrum of power and wariness battered my body but I ignored the latter and embraced the first. With only a moment taken I summoned my wand to the fore and raised it.
Mistake or not I would not take the insult of being forced into a melee without response or recourse. I was Tom Riddle.
I raised my wand and breathed. Buried myself in the humiliation, the regret, the fear I had been subjected to. Apathy had no place in one who wielded dark magic. Tom Marvolo Riddle did not fall to self-doubt in the face of such meager adversity.
With a savage slash, I hissed out, "CRUCIO!"
I cursed the oriental wyrm with a snort and pushed my doubts away. I had to focus on the situation at hand and that started with my weaving of more arcane power into my wand. For a spell like this, I neither needed concentration nor potency; I saved that for what was coming. What I had planned though was going to make things unpredictable enough as it was. But if I did it right…
Reaffirming my grip on my Ollivander's brand foci, I hefted the yew and phoenix feather about into a simple but marked jab.
"Everyone, look away- rubrum!" I roared.
Immediately it felt and looked like all the light and color in the area had drained out; as water colors of painting would in a rain storm. But it hadn't changed. No, I simply Added something far more potent. The world was washed white as a far deeper red nova sprang to existence from the tip of my wand and shot forward towards the beast. Slow in comparison to some of my spells, faster than others, just enough to catch the demon's notice as it reared away from the potential threat.
I whipped my wand away and detonated the spell mid blink.
The screech that was Volvagia was as magnificent in its pain as it was as its girth was in blotting out the sky. More so was the fact was that it did blot out the sky, as it could be seen through the lids of my eyes. Such was the contrast between it and the explosion of light that was the spark conjuration.
The sound didn't end as the blinded reptile howled through the air before impacting the ground. Claws were scraping every which way, though it didn't last long. The moment the curved tips of its limbs caught traction, it ripped itself upright into a wobbly form before being slammed back by a number of attacks coming from my allies.
Magic and physical force alike pounded it practically sideways with the advantage I had given them. The fist wielding Gildarts followed by the armored Okor seemed to have formed into a pair with a purpose to upturn the beast through a two pronged attack that rang like pointblank thunderclaps.
It was not to last, as another sweep of its body ended the barrage as quickly as it began.
Pain suddenly flared across my body and covered my face as something red shrouded me. The landscape itself was suddenly covered in liquid gore as my skin felt like it was peeling away with frothing heat. It was a sensation that while familiar I simply could not displace, the vision though of Volvagia did.
The lazy glare it had given me earlier was gone. Wrath was all that existed in that beastial visage which radiated with emerald light. Its hate was focused solely upon me. Only the deepest, least conscious portions of my pages even recognized that the roiling waves of aural heat had just intensified. Yet it was enough that I noticed.
I stumbled back against my will. A human reaction that I had thought myself above but I did it anyways.
It charged.
The world shattered.
Lava flowed.
For an eternity all I could see was scales, claws, and crimson light. I had not a hope to dislodge it despite the strength I had gained since first coming to this land. It was perhaps that strength that saved me from being destroyed outright, but it did not stop the monstrous thing from bearing down upon me further.
That task, it seemed, fell to another as I was pulled from its jaws and grip with a single inhuman motion.
Worse, though, was that the pain was gone. Then I noted that I couldn't even prop myself up. That particular attribute it seemed could be blamed upon the fact that I was missing half my body. Ink and cinders attested to such as I brought my remaining- darkening limb to my face. Shadows obscured it, a gloom that was filling everything around me.
...
Pressure filled my spine as I felt my flame weathered cover hit the ground. Sounds were muted to a dullness of vibration, sight, taste and smell gone, while all that remained was pain and pressure. Time lost its meaning.
For all the good that it did me to be immortal, it was times like these that I regretted not including some form of sensory enchantments when designing my horcrux. Then again, looking back, this entire horcrux venture had been a monumental error. Whatever had possessed me to do such a thing had left me with an inability to control myself. Even with patience wrought by decades of monotony…
I was broken.
It took one nearly mindless beast to bring me low. Greater than Harry Potter it was, but still a beast. Fate it seemed, was repeatedly conspiring against me to teach me this particular fact of reality. I was simply destined to be humbled and humiliated. As aggravating as it was, I had to failed to realized such in more any way more than in a scholarly aspect.
Knowing and understanding, a balance I was forever going to struggle with it seemed.
Slowly I shifted my thoughts toward creating a body again. Magic came to my beckoning and eased away my aches. I worked forward, drawing from my mind what little emotion I had left, other than apathy, into a form that could hold me.
Light blossomed into startling contrast followed by relief as my eyes focused on the clear red skies. Thunder- no, war rang around me as the Alpha crew struggled with our common foe. Sulphur burned my throat and seared my nostrils.
Pumice stone crunched under my fingers as I righted myself. A thrum of power and wariness battered my body but I ignored the latter and embraced the first. With only a moment taken I summoned my wand to the fore and raised it.
Mistake or not I would not take the insult of being forced into a melee without response or recourse. I was Tom Riddle.
I raised my wand and breathed. Buried myself in the humiliation, the regret, the fear I had been subjected to. Apathy had no place in one who wielded dark magic. Tom Marvolo Riddle did not fall to self-doubt in the face of such meager adversity.
With a savage slash, I hissed out, "CRUCIO!"
Quote:1,199 words by Word's count. Spark charm and Cruciatus Curse, also played with his Horcrux Body.