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A K A I A 


The Ruined City   ·   Late Afternoon
@pantothenic
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She immediately threw herself at Dallas, wrapping her smaller arms around his sturdier frame and squeezing him as hard as she could. Considering her size compared to his and her now exhaustive state, it wasn't much of a hug. But while he may not have been able to feel her arm strength, he would have been very aware of the way her body trembled slightly against his. Her heartbeat was fast and her breath ragged and if nothing else, it was clear that he'd just saved her from something extremely harrowing. The hug was also rather short as she very quickly stepped away and shook her head 'no'. Before he could say anything further however, she turned around to find the corpse of her now expired assailant, kicked it in disgust and hissed at it.

What would have normally been a familiar cloud of dark vapor pooling around the bodies of the now dead thralls, was instead a wisp that was pulled toward the painting. Already much of the excess Miasma was being dispersed by something unseen.

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The Ruined City   ·   Late Afternoon
@Everyone
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On a detour suggested by Poppy, Akaia made a left at the next cross street, leading her half of the commune West and away from the others in the hopes to widen their net. There was some risk putting more space between both groups but with a larger area being covered, the potential to find the mistle was increased. Initial prospects however were not looking good as the new path differed little from the last and it wasn't until she was well ahead of the others and around the corner that things changed. Very suddenly, Akaia stumbled into a less dense pocket of Miasma. The shift in air quality was too abrupt to be normal and unless someone had been through recently to clear Lost in the one area, there could only be one other explanation for the irregularity.

Off to the side of the road was an abandoned building. A single story house large enough to have made a decent home for a family of four in another life. The windows and doors had long ago been blasted and what dead weeds and bushes crowded around the entrance showed no signs of recent disturbance. Light struggled to illuminate the interior with a roof still mostly intact but what ambience did filter through painted a picture of dust, debris and desertion. From the outside, there appeared to be little life left to the skeleton but the waning Miasma was telling a different story. And so, with the group not terribly far behind and a curiosity drowning out reason, Akaia stepped off the main road and approached.
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The air inside was stale and heavy with the scent of old rotting wood and wet cement. Dim light painted peeled walls in drab colors and left objects in the darker corners of the room little more than fuzzy outlines of shapes. The ground was damp and littered in a mess of splintered wood, piles of shattered glass and mattes of what had once been paper fused together over time. Additionally, one of the walls had been breached by the roots of a nearby tree and much of the surrounding earth had spilled inside leaving that half of the room mostly inaccessible. By some miracle however, what was left of that wall hadn't yet collapsed leaving the house still intact. It also meant that, with a quickly deteriorating foundation and years of abuse from the elements, it was only a matter of time before the home was little more than a pile of rubble. Akaia couldn't stay here long lest she become buried with its secrets and normally, she would have already left, but clear signs were ignored in favor of a particular distraction.

There on the ground leaned against the wall was a painting. A conveniently placed crack in the roof cast it in a light, highlighting its colors against a backdrop of gray. On it, a landscape of trees stretched into a distant horizon and a bright circle lay nestled in billowing clouds while a flock of birds glided past it. Tucked between the trees was a brook that cut a winding path through clusters of trunks and large rocks and at the water's edge was a buck. It drank deep from the ink on canvas, oblivious of the Sidhe's presence.

"Escucha."

Akaia closed her eyes.

"Do you hear it?"
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In the deep greens of the canopy far above her, a melody began to form from a thousand voices. Wind swept through treetops in broad brushstrokes becoming the sound of waves against leaves and branches. It danced with the chime of far away birds trapped in the sky and washed over the girl like a soft drizzle she could almost feel on her skin. Beneath her, a near crystal clear creek babbled over smooth stones and pebbles like a giggle while insects called to each other under earth.

"Do you feel it?"

The air was cool. Like a sheet of ice pressed against her nose and lips and cheeks. Every breath was a frozen kiss from the forest and a lungful of knives that shocked some small amount of energy through her frail body. The ground underneath was damp yet rough against her bare feet. It shifted against her weight, shaping itself to fit the nuance of her step and almost seemed to breathe on its own. As soil curled between her toes, she felt as though the earth itself would open up and swallow her whole.

"Tu magia..." The man began again. "This... magic you have. It matters little if you do not pay attention to what is around you." He nodded toward the animal in the distance. "You could try to sneak up to it all you like, but it will catch you because you are not as invisible as you think. To be truly invisible, to disappear..." The man closed his eyes and fell silent, listening with the girl as the forest once again consumed them both. For a time, nothing else existed but the song. "Your prey understands one rule:..."

Amid the wind and the water and the birds and insects was the subtle sound of a tap against hollow metal. Although nearly imperceptible, it was so out of place as to immediately draw the buck's attention away from the stream.

"The moment the song changes..."

Akaia looked too... just in time to see a shadow peel itself away from the wall.

...I am being hunted...
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In the split second it took for her to leave her daydream, the thing was already upon her with an arm raised in the air. Caught mostly off guard, the downward swipe that followed was faster than Akaia anticipated and the resulting side-step was hasty and clumsy. Outstretched claws missed the skin of her shoulder by a hair's breadth but managed to snag her poncho and rip it off from around her neck, further disrupting her balance and, more importantly, distracting her from a second assailant. It rushed her from her blind side, colliding with her with enough force to knock her off her feet, knock the staff out of her hand and throw her into a wall. She landed hard on her side with no air in her lungs and pieces of the ceiling crumbling to the ground around her. Whatever was holding the house up was not going to last long, an issue compounded by the fact that something was also shaking the ground. As she lay on the floor, she could feel vibrations dancing at the edge of her fingertips. When they moved to her bones, Akaia realized that whatever was causing the tremors was large and approaching quickly.

As she tried to catch her breath and find her attackers through a lens of disorientation, from the corner of her eyes did she too notice a subtle glow emanating from behind the painting. She squinted at it.

...Mistl-?

Akaia was grabbed by the face and lifted off the ground as a crow in the sky screamed bloody murder, circled once, and began a dive toward the house.

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