One story I'm actively working on and writing.
The majority of content in this folder will be text based, though a few drawings will be here as well. c:
The light grew dimmer with each passing moment. Simply staying conscious was nearly too much of an effort to maintain, but she knew she couldn't stay like this.
The girl forced herself to sit up on the bed, and pulled the blanket around her, peering out the window as she tried to gather her energy. Outside, every building she could see appeared in disrepair. There was no fire, no light at all save for the setting sun. Vines and lichen overtook the wooden structures, underbrush and the forest itself having grown unrestrained out into the village. In stark contrast were the trees nearest her, devoid of leaves and withered from the tips of thei
There were only a scant few moments upon waking in which her mind was hazy enough to have any doubt about just why she was having trouble drawing breath. She was snapped to reality by the pain the instant she made any attempt to move. It was raw and visceral, clawing through her chest like an invasive and predatory being. She couldn't see her assailant, nothing but searing light greeted her now opened eyes.
Her attempts to cry out resulted in nothing more than a barely audible croak, even that being cut short by her gagging. Her mouth and throat were completely dry to the point of feeling raw—that did nothing to allay the absolute sensation
Rough fabric brushing against the wall was what finally stirred Cu. The dim light of dawn had been increasing for a while now, the passage of another night into day being observed, but not really taken in, in his state of half sleep. Weary eyes blinked, finally looking up from the filthy ground and down the alley to the still silent buildings.
He braced himself, stopping from slumping further down the wall before feeling the strap on his shoulder, making sure his bag hadn't somehow gone out of his possession during the night.
Still there, and save for his notes, still damn near empty. He groaned only to become aware of how rough and dry his
Constant and all-encompassing, the piercing howl of the abyssal wind was interposed with the meek, stuttering crackle of a dying fire. Tar blinked, looking upwards. The sky was deep and dark, clouds of a sanguine red streaking across it at a rapid pace. He inhaled slowly, the air was heavy; the miasma enveloped him as if a shroud.
"It's starting."
Her voice was soft, subdued, and like the sounds and sights that surrounded him, familiar. She was standing before him. Her eyes, glowing softly, were one of the few bright spots in the murk. Flowing, intricate stripes marked her back and arms, long hair whipping in the vicious wind, arms wrapped
The streets were fully illuminated by the light of the moon. While any normal shop had long since closed, muffled shouts and the soft thud of cups hitting tabletops rang through the street from the building ahead. The thought of losing his grip on reality, if only for a night, was immensely appealing. But he couldn'the didn't even have enough money to buy food, let alone waste it on drinking in some filthy tavern.
He continued past, betraying a look back at the darkened building in the distance; the largest around, it dominated the skyline even now. Its windows, open archways, stared back at him with detest. Somehowhe felt expos