A sudden jolt. A gasp of air. A startled breath, and Attraes found himself awoken. His eyes wild as he scrambled to his knees, his hands stretched out as if protecting from some phantom punches. Shaken, his breath steadied when he saw nothing and no one around him. Just a spire in the distance, and darkness that rapidly closed in around him.
Pant...Pant...Pant...his bare chest heaved as his eyes absorbed this foreign place. He looked down to see a massive patch of black and withered grass, dead and wilted. Drained from any fragments of life it had possessed.
Pale grey eyes focused as he noticed he was surrounded by woodlands. Trees and creatures with a hefty appetite. Normally that wouldn't concern Attraes, but he had awoken noticeably weaker than last he recalled. His muscles burned, his stomach rumbled, his head was spinning.
Gathering himself, steadily rising to his feet...Attraes began to walk. Aimlessly, just anywhere but full exposed as he was just now. Each step he took withered a patch of grass, plants all around he seemed to leave a path of withered, extinguished life in his wake. Even as he brushed his hand along passing trees for balance, they to would begin raining crimson leaves that were otherwise lush green.
Like a parasite, he fed on what life he could...though even with his current portions he didn't appear substantial enough to bring his strength back even moderately. The ground suddenly began to spin around him, his footing increasingly clumsy, tangled as he tumbled face down draining the life from the ground beneath him in a sphere of blackness that surrounded his unconscious body, Attraes remained still as if his body craved the comfort of sleep. Defiantly his eyes slowly blinked until they could remain open no longer.
Ashetta
Pant...Pant...Pant...his bare chest heaved as his eyes absorbed this foreign place. He looked down to see a massive patch of black and withered grass, dead and wilted. Drained from any fragments of life it had possessed.
Pale grey eyes focused as he noticed he was surrounded by woodlands. Trees and creatures with a hefty appetite. Normally that wouldn't concern Attraes, but he had awoken noticeably weaker than last he recalled. His muscles burned, his stomach rumbled, his head was spinning.
Gathering himself, steadily rising to his feet...Attraes began to walk. Aimlessly, just anywhere but full exposed as he was just now. Each step he took withered a patch of grass, plants all around he seemed to leave a path of withered, extinguished life in his wake. Even as he brushed his hand along passing trees for balance, they to would begin raining crimson leaves that were otherwise lush green.
Like a parasite, he fed on what life he could...though even with his current portions he didn't appear substantial enough to bring his strength back even moderately. The ground suddenly began to spin around him, his footing increasingly clumsy, tangled as he tumbled face down draining the life from the ground beneath him in a sphere of blackness that surrounded his unconscious body, Attraes remained still as if his body craved the comfort of sleep. Defiantly his eyes slowly blinked until they could remain open no longer.
