Post by StarlightDragons on Apr 12, 2015 5:08:40 GMT
What does interdimensionality have to do with this? Everything. Because frankly 87% of what I write deals with interdimensionality. Fun words aside, I was working on a snippet of a thing that's going to be a crossover between - uh, itself. Complicated. I'm sure half of you will know what I'm going on about, since I've been mentioning it a lot, lately. Still, bonus points if you can place the crossover!
Like I said: experimental writing style. I'm working on it, more feeling instead of straight storytelling. It's a work in progress, and really, this amount of this particular writing style is only going to be used in this one snippet - the rest of the story will have, erm, snippets of the style here and there, but definitely not as compact as this is going to be. And the two paragraphs are quite rushed.
Okay, enough stalling. Without further ado!
On this side, the warning would've been the darkness crashing into the air.
Sheer power lashed out, energy exploding into existence around a single focal point, and then expelling outwards in successive, concussive shock waves.
Defenders were forced backwards, crying out in exertion as their partners strained and shuddered under the attack, unable to resist as they were steadily and ruthlessly shoved away, backtracking on shaky legs, summoning all their strength just to keep themselves from being thrown from the battle.
As the overwhelming attack continued, ancient stone began to crack in the background. Shock waves battered away at the walls and ceiling, hammering the weakest points, piercing into the material, and then crackled and spread the weakness to the rest of the building. Mindlessly, the unearthly force threatened to vaporize the entire room, regardless of whoever or whatever remained within - anything still inside at the time of destruction would perish as well, without so much as a second thought.
Roaring, the god of destruction unleashed pure hate against those who wished it gone, howling defiant shrieks as it extended its influence further, further, further - !
Something invisible and intangible to the mortals and yet solid as space to the spirits moaned, the power of this god shoving against it until it bent and flexed beyond its capability to bend and flex, and then it shattered into shards of what it once was.
Stars coalesced, points of light spinning furiously as they came together, unnoticed by the mortal eye. Otherworldly creatures turned towards the heavens as one, reaching out and calling, knowing that they alone would not be enough, not to defeat this entity. And so they stretched in search of aid, elements swirling together as they shot past the broken barrier to something - somewhere - they could not access before, and they called.
Together, even as they struggled against the evil on their own side, they called out to the wind-whistling-through-claws, to the flames-blazing-in-feathers, to the lighting-strikes-on-gold, to the waters-lapping-at-shores.
And they received a response.
While their core remained in the sky, something else worldly rushed towards their wielders on the ground, twisting and deforming and reforming while moving. Four points of light, not stars, but spirits-upon-nature came to them, calling back - not questioning, because the evil had seeped everywhere, and did not need to be explained.
Instead, the four coiled and sprang all at once, swirling as they sought out the source of the evil, locked upon it, and struck.
Four more mortals came upon the room, smashed into being as their guardians stepped back from them, power falling away from their forms and swooping back to the four beasts, who screamed at the so-called god.
But before they could wage battle - and how could they, with their partners unbalanced and confused? - a thought came upon them all, mortal and not, whispering that the room would not be able to withstand much more, and even now it was crumbling quickly away, stones falling apart, helplessly unresisting at the hands of the destructor.
Mortals shouted at each other, not understanding, too caught off guard to do much - so the spirits yanked at their connection to their bearers, reassuring but urging them to flee, and now.
And so the defenders fled.
Like I said: experimental writing style. I'm working on it, more feeling instead of straight storytelling. It's a work in progress, and really, this amount of this particular writing style is only going to be used in this one snippet - the rest of the story will have, erm, snippets of the style here and there, but definitely not as compact as this is going to be. And the two paragraphs are quite rushed.
Okay, enough stalling. Without further ado!
On this side, the warning would've been the darkness crashing into the air.
Sheer power lashed out, energy exploding into existence around a single focal point, and then expelling outwards in successive, concussive shock waves.
Defenders were forced backwards, crying out in exertion as their partners strained and shuddered under the attack, unable to resist as they were steadily and ruthlessly shoved away, backtracking on shaky legs, summoning all their strength just to keep themselves from being thrown from the battle.
As the overwhelming attack continued, ancient stone began to crack in the background. Shock waves battered away at the walls and ceiling, hammering the weakest points, piercing into the material, and then crackled and spread the weakness to the rest of the building. Mindlessly, the unearthly force threatened to vaporize the entire room, regardless of whoever or whatever remained within - anything still inside at the time of destruction would perish as well, without so much as a second thought.
Roaring, the god of destruction unleashed pure hate against those who wished it gone, howling defiant shrieks as it extended its influence further, further, further - !
Something invisible and intangible to the mortals and yet solid as space to the spirits moaned, the power of this god shoving against it until it bent and flexed beyond its capability to bend and flex, and then it shattered into shards of what it once was.
Stars coalesced, points of light spinning furiously as they came together, unnoticed by the mortal eye. Otherworldly creatures turned towards the heavens as one, reaching out and calling, knowing that they alone would not be enough, not to defeat this entity. And so they stretched in search of aid, elements swirling together as they shot past the broken barrier to something - somewhere - they could not access before, and they called.
Together, even as they struggled against the evil on their own side, they called out to the wind-whistling-through-claws, to the flames-blazing-in-feathers, to the lighting-strikes-on-gold, to the waters-lapping-at-shores.
And they received a response.
While their core remained in the sky, something else worldly rushed towards their wielders on the ground, twisting and deforming and reforming while moving. Four points of light, not stars, but spirits-upon-nature came to them, calling back - not questioning, because the evil had seeped everywhere, and did not need to be explained.
Instead, the four coiled and sprang all at once, swirling as they sought out the source of the evil, locked upon it, and struck.
Four more mortals came upon the room, smashed into being as their guardians stepped back from them, power falling away from their forms and swooping back to the four beasts, who screamed at the so-called god.
But before they could wage battle - and how could they, with their partners unbalanced and confused? - a thought came upon them all, mortal and not, whispering that the room would not be able to withstand much more, and even now it was crumbling quickly away, stones falling apart, helplessly unresisting at the hands of the destructor.
Mortals shouted at each other, not understanding, too caught off guard to do much - so the spirits yanked at their connection to their bearers, reassuring but urging them to flee, and now.
And so the defenders fled.
All of them - but for one.
(tbc)