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[Bailos]

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The evening sun seemed to hurry accross the vault of the sky this day. Finding an early night's rest behind the thick cloud cover, dusk settled in and Arakad found himself at rest beside the fireplace. His eyes, weighing heavy with the activity of the day, closed and allowed him to drift to sleep...

It came to him...

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Note: the text in italics is Bailos speaking
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The darkness took hold. It was as if he was awake. Conscious and alert, but the comfort of rest could not find him. He felt the sensation as if he were standing in an interior room with no light. Stuffy air hung heavy, moist with humidity. He felt clammy. He began to feel a pulse.

...First only in sound...but then it began to wash over him. He could feel the brunt of the vibration surge out from the blackness, he could hear the thumping. A heartbeat? In an unexplainable, instinctual action he broke into a run in the direction of the heartbeat....

Feel the pulse. It washes over all of us.
Arakad stopped himself, pausing to discern the source of the voice, unsettled by its interruption.

Too few stop to feel it. Even less are given the privelage and focus to enjoy the beautiful harmony that guides us all. You feel it. It is infinite.

The pulsing drones on, waves still pelting Arakad...now a scene gells before him. Flashes of random everyday scenes of peoples unbeknownst to him. Children at play, women at market, a farmer, musician at practice...they continued on

Every man rises from a seed. They live their lives, then return to the earth which bore them. It is order. It is balance. It is the only certainty.

Life energy must be allowed to recycle. *The images stop, fixing in on a scene of folks at the Hostel, having a drink and laughing* They enjoy their prosperity...but it is an insult to the natural order. Scarred flesh must be torn away. The Healing must be allowed.

They have stolen from me, Arakad. They have stolen from us -all-. Time is not a commodity to be bartered and coveted.

So few of us are allowed the privelage and focus to see the natural way of things. Even fewer are gifted with the ability, to do what must be done.

There is no hatred in my actions, no malice in my words. Merely, acceptance. Do what must be done.
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Arakad is released from the grip of Bailos' mind, doused in a cold sweat.
....the hypnotic beat of the pulse, still echoing in his mind...
Bah-bump...
bah-bump...
bah-bump...

[Arakad]

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The air in the manor was stagnant, heavy as in the dream. Only there rested little humidity as he remembered. Arakad paced the length of the library, end to end in the darkness as he rubed ungloved half glowing hands together. ~You're making even me nervous, would you mind sitting down before I get sea sick?~

"Quiet you, I'm certain you saw .. heard... was there just as I" mummbling to himself, he turned on bare feet, padded heals softly hitting brick floor as he made another pass down the manors length. The glyphs beneath his skin swirling against the impuning darkness giving soft shadows against the bookcases on his passing.

The smell of sweetness and calmness lingered on the air from the floor above, she laid there sleeping, unknowing of what her guardian, her lover, was going through internally. ~she always did seem to be innocent, innocense and sweetness, she would make a beautiful sacrifice on that altar hidden away~

"As though I don't have enough problems to deal with, mind your tongue...err my tongue...er thoughts...whatever the blasted hell, just shut up." Turning away from the stairs, the scent fading back into the heavy air of the library as he made another pad down its length.

His own thoughts slowly fading out the voice(s) in his head. The dream echoing on repeat in his memory as he tries to discern what to do about it. How he should deal with it. His hand moving to the scared and anjur glyph covered skin of his lower face as he traced subconscious the lengths of the markings.

"Not all scars must be torn away, some scars are to be accepted and lived with...." Somewhere in the house, his ears twitched as they over heard the thumping agaisnt rock walls, the pulsing beat that rumbled within the manor itself.

[Starfire]

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Tatiana woke up a bit taken aback. She was not sure what had awoken her. She glanced over and realized that Arakad was not there. And then she heard the pacing. Tatiana wished he would tell her what troubled him. The endless pacing at night worried her. Such troublesome thoughts should be shared to lessen their hold. Tatiana shook her head and knew that Arakad would keep it to himself, as he did not want to cause her any worry. What a conundrum, he would not tell her as it would worry her and not telling her worried her just as much. Shaking her head again with small smile, she hastily dressed and wandered downstairs to sit near Arakad; and hope her presence would bring him some peace and comfort. As an afterthought, she grabbed up a bit of stitching intending to pass the time as she kept Arakad company.
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aka: Tatiana Thorn nee Alexi; Summer Kane; Ivory Skyfire; and others