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    The Syzygy The Syzygy: Rise of the Abyssal

    The wolven form regained itself, rose from the ground, eclipsed the fire. She watched it through water, a sob caught in the back of her throat as she struggled out a breath, shallow and pained. From some paces yet before her, the one she had braced for disappeared, picked up to arms that...
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    The Syzygy The Syzygy: Rise of the Abyssal

    The Delta Following the stillness, a new movement began. The wolf convulsed, so violently she was sure it was about to rip out of its skin and transform, released from mortal flesh. Had it not been for the sound, come from the pit of the stomach. Gargling. Propped against one elbow, she...
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    The Syzygy The Syzygy: Rise of the Abyssal

    The Delta A shape of midnight swept about, a great dark blur. “ What — have you done. “ She couldn’t but stare, cheek resting on the sand, eyes like the glazed ones belongs to dolls. A newborn was torn, shredded, all to the tune of a mother’s wailing. It resonated through the skin and deep...
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    The Syzygy The Syzygy: Rise of the Abyssal

    The Delta Growling, all muscles taut against the ache within, she reached with both hands and dug into the tear at her middle. Beneath the scream and thrash of the ocean behemoth, the great struggle looming in the periphery of her attention, was but a slick twisting like that of eels. It...
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    The Syzygy The Syzygy: Rise of the Abyssal

    The Delta Sand shifted, made malleable by water. But there was no joy in her victory, only pain, one made greater as she watched a stranger sink their teeth into the large creature’s flesh. The ashes in the vial about her neck shifted, like bristling with disgust, defying gravity. “ No, no...
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    The Syzygy The Syzygy: Rise of the Abyssal

    The Delta The response was in the tilting of a head and a little sound, a wag of a tail, drops of seawater aglimmer like stars on the being’s midnight coat as it made closer. Gently, not in a manner belongst to one that’d have her meet the fate of the moons and the sun. For this she gave a...
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    The Syzygy Sick Day

    Ronja. Nacht. Names, of which only one hummed, resonated within her like the strike of a gong. Her face a gentle mask, she withdrew her hand in a nod and watched him speak on despite the questions that plagued her in turn. There was an unsettling comfort in this space, she felt, so radically...
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    The Syzygy Sick Day

    In her ears was the crashing of waves, a storm subsiding as she heard someone speak, strained to listen. Dark eyes fell upon the questioner, a dull glow in their midst like two pinpricks of pale light shining through glass. “ What brings me— “ She started, absently adjusting on the stool she’d...
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    The Syzygy The Syzygy: Rise of the Abyssal

    From the dark came forth not whom she’d expected, that figure of tentacles and an eerie, grey shimmer that’d so disappeared from sight. Nay, this was of the Wyld, she knew. She blinked, requiring a fast passing moment to gather herself. It wasn’t every day that one got to be in the presence of...
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    The Syzygy The Syzygy: Rise of the Abyssal

    THE DELTA The sea called for a vigil, so arrange one she had. In the darkness, perched betwixt sharp rocks, a fire built of driftwood billowed in a wild dance, weaving this way and that by what blew in from the vast expanse. Her dark hems were akin, flapping about her legs on which she’d...
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