Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171115070408

Yuria feels an overwhelming presence surround her, the dark mist condensing around hher and swirling into a dark long haired female before her. The figure's eyes glow dimly as it stares at her, the pale light piercing through her very soul. She does not move and neither does the apparation. In her short life, the day of conciousness she experienced, she never would have imagined experiencing such fear. Such a debilitating sensaton caused all her "muscles" to fail. Had she a corporeal form she truly would have soiled herself.

The shadow opens it's mouth, a similar glow escapes as she spoke. She spoke with a thousand thousand voices and a thousand tones, each one familliar yet different.

You are not the one

Everything goes dark as the figure blends into the darkness of the world, all sound fading into nothingness.

Jorge gasps as he bursts from his resting spot and stumbles around pushing all those around him away. No one seems to attempt to stop him in his mindless strikes until he could no longer and tires himself once more collapsing to his knees.