05-28-2009, 11:09 AM
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Mornings were always uncomfortable in the Dampwoods. Humidity would often pierce through her bones and articulations, allowing a series of tremors to wash over her. The madwoman was stuck in a state of lethargy, unable to differentiate reality from illusion. It was odd, really. She had no control over her body, almost as if someone else had the power to decide what she could, or couldn’t do. Opening her eyes seemed impossible at this point. To the outside world, Lillith’s inner battle was characterized by the rapid twitching of her eyelids and an accelerated respiration.
She was stuck within the confinements of her own twisted mind. The visions had multiplied ever since her encounter with the archangel. The news of Ahren’s death had unnerved her in a way that she could not comprehend. No matter how much she tried to ignore the bastard, he just kept on coming back. He was there all the time, whispering things into her ear. Often enough, she would find herself voicing thoughts that did not belong to her. These incidents brought up questions she’d never asked herself before. Was she insane? Her breathing quickened to the point where she could inhale no more. Then it happened. Her king appeared amidst the darkness and the smell of sulfur filled her nostrils.
p - mel
Mornings were always uncomfortable in the Dampwoods. Humidity would often pierce through her bones and articulations, allowing a series of tremors to wash over her. The madwoman was stuck in a state of lethargy, unable to differentiate reality from illusion. It was odd, really. She had no control over her body, almost as if someone else had the power to decide what she could, or couldn’t do. Opening her eyes seemed impossible at this point. To the outside world, Lillith’s inner battle was characterized by the rapid twitching of her eyelids and an accelerated respiration.
She was stuck within the confinements of her own twisted mind. The visions had multiplied ever since her encounter with the archangel. The news of Ahren’s death had unnerved her in a way that she could not comprehend. No matter how much she tried to ignore the bastard, he just kept on coming back. He was there all the time, whispering things into her ear. Often enough, she would find herself voicing thoughts that did not belong to her. These incidents brought up questions she’d never asked herself before. Was she insane? Her breathing quickened to the point where she could inhale no more. Then it happened. Her king appeared amidst the darkness and the smell of sulfur filled her nostrils.