Post by Enemy of Fate on Apr 6, 2006 20:54:39 GMT
Erev perched on a large rock that protruded from the crest of the waterfall; he sat in a squatted froglike position before finally breaking down totally with his legs splayed over the edge, admiring the grandeur of the view in absolute awe.
The waterfall ran from the top of the Kataki mountains, their jagged peaks and sheer basins allowed the water to bleed slowly from a large amount of streams and vents into a single focused body of water, the falls of the Veil were so named for the eerie sounds that were produced as the water fell from the top of the mountain, across the many crystalline protrusions from the mountains, light scintillated throughout the structure and produced an unholy resonance resembling the utterances of the dead.
This place was normally trekked to by those who had found no solace in the death of a loved one and their grievances left unsettled business or feelings with the departed.
Erev had come for this purpose alone; the passing of his dear and closest friend had proven too much for him to bear. It had been two months, give or take, since he had died, although by natural means he could not help but feel loose ends hanging around his soul.
Erev's tattered shirt fluttered amidst his ragged belt and trousers, he had trekked to this desolate yet inspiring place for a solid month now, and his clothes were proof of that act, his sandals were offering little protection to his feet any more as the soles had worn ,exposing his blistered flesh. His face however dusty was young yet wizened, his hair white and shimmering in the midday sun, taking the final drops of water from his water skin, he would have to wait until he returned to the base of the mountain to refill it, as preventing water from reaching the veil was sacrilege in any culture with morals or ethics.
The view from the rock he perched on was breathtaking; the whole of the valley of mists could be seen from here. The city of Araka could be seen off in the distance, with its entwined spires and diamond rooftops, it was the place of power for the entire region and its impenetrable walls were the most decorative form of defense available, alongside the most expensive.
In the foreground the forest seemed to stretch forever before breaking into open plains, the deep shades of green overcast with the endless mist for which the valley acquired its name. Erev could do naught but breathe deeply at the sight; he had traveled solidly for a month in expectance of this moment. Yet he could not bring himself to complete the rites given to those who's loved ones had died without means of saying their final goodbyes.
Before he could reflect any further, the resonance grew stronger and he turned sharply at the waist to see a slender figure he recognized with deep love and sorrow. A tear fell from the side of his eyes as his upper lip trembled.
The waterfall ran from the top of the Kataki mountains, their jagged peaks and sheer basins allowed the water to bleed slowly from a large amount of streams and vents into a single focused body of water, the falls of the Veil were so named for the eerie sounds that were produced as the water fell from the top of the mountain, across the many crystalline protrusions from the mountains, light scintillated throughout the structure and produced an unholy resonance resembling the utterances of the dead.
This place was normally trekked to by those who had found no solace in the death of a loved one and their grievances left unsettled business or feelings with the departed.
Erev had come for this purpose alone; the passing of his dear and closest friend had proven too much for him to bear. It had been two months, give or take, since he had died, although by natural means he could not help but feel loose ends hanging around his soul.
Erev's tattered shirt fluttered amidst his ragged belt and trousers, he had trekked to this desolate yet inspiring place for a solid month now, and his clothes were proof of that act, his sandals were offering little protection to his feet any more as the soles had worn ,exposing his blistered flesh. His face however dusty was young yet wizened, his hair white and shimmering in the midday sun, taking the final drops of water from his water skin, he would have to wait until he returned to the base of the mountain to refill it, as preventing water from reaching the veil was sacrilege in any culture with morals or ethics.
The view from the rock he perched on was breathtaking; the whole of the valley of mists could be seen from here. The city of Araka could be seen off in the distance, with its entwined spires and diamond rooftops, it was the place of power for the entire region and its impenetrable walls were the most decorative form of defense available, alongside the most expensive.
In the foreground the forest seemed to stretch forever before breaking into open plains, the deep shades of green overcast with the endless mist for which the valley acquired its name. Erev could do naught but breathe deeply at the sight; he had traveled solidly for a month in expectance of this moment. Yet he could not bring himself to complete the rites given to those who's loved ones had died without means of saying their final goodbyes.
Before he could reflect any further, the resonance grew stronger and he turned sharply at the waist to see a slender figure he recognized with deep love and sorrow. A tear fell from the side of his eyes as his upper lip trembled.