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Feb. 9th, 2012 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
death_gone_madShe isn't standing before the great unblinking eye anymore, if you could call what she was doing standing. She wasn't even physically there, for that matter. She is, however sitting on the ground far out and away from Milliways Bar, doubled over and trying not to vomit.
The skies are still clear and dark when she orders the vigilant sh'elh hovering over her away.
The time loop again
The vigilant sh'elh returns, leaving the rest to their patrol. ███████ then enters her trance again.
She is before the great unblinking eye again and again it asks the same question. Somehow. "Why do you approach Sköll when you cling so tightly to your existence?"
"I do not cling!"
"Then why do you not come closer? I can not smell you from that distance."
"Why do you desire to smell me?"
"Desire? Foul temptress! I have no desire. It is Destiny that I smell, that I eat, that I devour. Do you truly wish to wallow forever in your ignorance? You do not know what forever is! You shall not find what you desire, you will find despair."
"You are not the Sköll I know. Why do you have his name?"
"I have devoured many suns, and I shall devour many more. You have the name Amascut. Why do you have her name?"
She is … surprised. Silence, as she wonders what this thing could have meant. The implications for each possibility are ponderous.
Before she can answer, he asks again, "Why do you approach Sköll when you cling so tightly to your existence?"
"I do not cling, I told you! I am bound!"
"Bound by what? Why are you there and not here?"
"... What?"
"Why."
"… You are making no sense. Why am I talking to you?"
"Yes."
She is pulled away again, back to Milliways. She is doubled over again, cursing. How? That wasn't the same amount of time. It couldn't have been.
The stars disagree, however. Only a few hours until morning.
"Why do you approach Sköll when you cling so tightly to your existence?" asks the great eye.
"I do not cling, you stupid, overfed wolf! You asked me why I am not here. Where am I?"
"There."
Gone is the unblinking eye of Sköll. In its place, another like it, full of nervous energy and careening though an archipelago, stealing and washing away the sands that make up the low lying islands.
"Well, it is time that I finally get here," greets the hurricane."I have been waiting."
The skies are still clear and dark when she orders the vigilant sh'elh hovering over her away.
The time loop again
The vigilant sh'elh returns, leaving the rest to their patrol. ███████ then enters her trance again.
She is before the great unblinking eye again and again it asks the same question. Somehow. "Why do you approach Sköll when you cling so tightly to your existence?"
"I do not cling!"
"Then why do you not come closer? I can not smell you from that distance."
"Why do you desire to smell me?"
"Desire? Foul temptress! I have no desire. It is Destiny that I smell, that I eat, that I devour. Do you truly wish to wallow forever in your ignorance? You do not know what forever is! You shall not find what you desire, you will find despair."
"You are not the Sköll I know. Why do you have his name?"
"I have devoured many suns, and I shall devour many more. You have the name Amascut. Why do you have her name?"
She is … surprised. Silence, as she wonders what this thing could have meant. The implications for each possibility are ponderous.
Before she can answer, he asks again, "Why do you approach Sköll when you cling so tightly to your existence?"
"I do not cling, I told you! I am bound!"
"Bound by what? Why are you there and not here?"
"... What?"
"Why."
"… You are making no sense. Why am I talking to you?"
"Yes."
She is pulled away again, back to Milliways. She is doubled over again, cursing. How? That wasn't the same amount of time. It couldn't have been.
The stars disagree, however. Only a few hours until morning.
"Why do you approach Sköll when you cling so tightly to your existence?" asks the great eye.
"I do not cling, you stupid, overfed wolf! You asked me why I am not here. Where am I?"
"There."
Gone is the unblinking eye of Sköll. In its place, another like it, full of nervous energy and careening though an archipelago, stealing and washing away the sands that make up the low lying islands.
"Well, it is time that I finally get here," greets the hurricane."I have been waiting."