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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2018 20:19:20 GMT -5
The wind was cold up here as it tugged and pulled at the black cloak of the figure that stood on the mountain’s peak. This mountain. There was once a queen that had fled here and built of palace of ice to protect herself from the people she believed shunned her, but through true love discovered it was okay to be odd and herself. It was such a sweet story. One full of laughs and joys that brought the sun back to the world and shoved away the Darkness. It was sickening really. This harsh Light that made everything so bland and ordinary. It was enough to make a stomach turn…Turn with hunger that is.
As the wind continued to toss and turn the snow around the figure, a pair of large dogs would form from the Darkness this being commanded. Resting his hand on each one of them as they nuzzled into him for attention, the being would keep his eyes locked upon the village below, amber eyes watching all the unsuspecting cattle down there. Yes, this place would be a good start to stretch out once more and take for himself a world in much need of a change up.
“Just imagine how lovely it will look drapped in Darkness,” the figure would purr. “And look at how much food you’ll have for a while. Would you like to sample that food?” The two dogs beside him began to wag their tail excitedly as drool formed around their lips and dripped darkness to the ground. It was a scene that got the cloaked man grinning in joy. “Well then. Go on. Devour them until you are content.” He would finish his talk as he jerked his head towards the town below.
With a howl and snarl the pair of dogs would move into action racing down the mountain side and summoning more of their pack along the way. Soon those dark tainted dogs would be devouring flesh and bone and soon this world would belong to Darkness once more. Time to introduce a new Snow Queen to this world.
Meanwhile, in the peaceful town below the large shadowy dog pack would appear and just as a child pointed them out, they would begin their attack turn peace and joy into chaos and fear.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2018 21:25:57 GMT -5
The dark wolves would appear in the town below. The first being mistaken for a stray dog by a child who made the error of approaching it. As soon as the boy was close to the creature, it pounced and wedged its teeth right into soft flesh. An easy kill and a heart returned to the darkness where it belonged.
While the village was far away from the mountain where the creature in black stood, he could feel that heart sink into the dark and become dinner for his children who always waited for more. On top of that the wind carried screams well along with the sounds of warning bells and soon after battle. How delightful! Even more so when it seemed that not a single creature of Light had come to stop his fun. Smirking, he wondered just how far he could go before one of those meddlesome fools took notice at all. Well then. Only one way to find out wasn’t there?
Turning his back on the beautiful chaos below, the Heartless would turn burnt honey eyes to the mountain and begin to walk. As he did, he'd unleashed the darkness within him into this world, the white snow becoming a lovely shade of glistening night as the landscape began to warp and change and his children came out to play. Taking pleasure in this rebirth of the world, the creature of darkness would continue his walk until he reached the highest peak of this place. It was here that he would raise a foot and step down on a step made of darkness.
Moving up a staircase that built itself, the darkness would make a black icy castle of jagged spires and towers that would spread to dominate the mountain like some hideous crown.
Entering this dark palace, the man headed towards the throne room as outside the skies turn dark with purple and black clouds and grey snow began to fall over the mountain and blow down into the now burning and chaotic town.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2018 10:57:49 GMT -5
The more Xehanort saw, the more he wondered.
In a day he had yet to live himself, perhaps when he would become influenced by false beliefs passed on to him generation after generation, therein existed a certain set of rules. Rules that he was told governed the worlds around him. If there was nothing to guide the worlds around, if there was nothing concrete or set in stone, then how did the worlds come to be? If there was nothing but chaos and disorder, why should then there be intelligence to govern creation everywhere? These rules were simple yet absolute: the worlds were made of light and darkness, forever standing opposed. The three components of being are heart, body and soul. Within the heart is another war between light and darkness. To tamper with those delicate balances was to sow ruin unto creation beyond understanding.
Those rules would someday guide him and yet were a constant inhibition. Why must he guard his own self to a force that defined half of creation? Why must he endure the chafing hold of the light when there were realms unexplored in the great abyss waiting to be discovered? Why was there no further inquest into the mechanics of a heart, clearly the most powerful and most mysterious of the building blocks that comprise basic intelligent life? Why were these greybeards and grasping fools so content with ensconcing themselves so deeply within their high thrones, unable to find an interest into mysteries that dog the very way they live? Who were these precepts who believed such knowledge can only lead to catastrophe?
To hell with that. Rules were made to be broken- if Xehanort could not fit himself into their narrow mindset, the better for him to sweep it all away.
After all, would those foolish Keyblade Wielders, so self satisfied with their own flagging skills and their narrow interpretation of their weapon’s power, would they have found this hidden glacial utopia, an entire full world trapped within the confines of a young girl’s naivety and fear? Would they have been able to peer beyond the boundaries of their worlds- look beyond their grasp and find that a host of power, and prestige lay beyond the stars? Would they have been able to amass so much knowledge and power, the strength to plunge worlds into chaos through the mere flick of his fingers? Would they have been able to gaze deep within the light of Kingdom Hearts and perceive the infinity that lay within?
Of course not. They had no will to look beyond the obvious. They preferred to stay cloistered behind walls of ignorance, content with their stagnating presence amongst the worlds. What was the point of guarding the worlds when your understanding of them shrinks over generations? Would they be able to see better in the future when all they had left to hold them to their creed were a set of outdated rules and teachings that had barely adapted to the changing times? How could they hope to evolve when they refuse to do so?
They were not worthy of the Keyblade. Yen Sid and his new brood, they deserved nothing more than the oblivion Xehanort will grant them.
After all, what would be their first response upon seeing a specimen such as this? Would they even try to understand how a creature of darkness came to be? No, they would rather send it back to its well-deserved end as it should have experienced. They would never think to even study how such a being came to exist. They would immediately assess it as a threat or an ally, another random creature of the worlds to be catalogued but never understood. They never cared to learn, never cared to listen beyond their own self-satisfied point of view. If Xehanort would not eradicate them first, then the worlds will surely eat them up.
A conflagration of shadow erupted to life, next to a being instantly recognized as the creature that made this final crusade possible. The powers of time itself now coursed within his grasp in thanks to the dark anomaly’s adherence to the will of its true self. A regard was made to the screams upon the wind, in the form of a small yet brief scoff under the guise of the onyx hood. The lack of subtlety in the Heartless’ methods, though questionable in the eyes of the time traveller, found itself dismissed. Order perhaps. Concern or worry was needless, feckless, cast aside as Young Xehanort found pace match the creature’s in its approach to the throne. Steps across the chamber would echo about the walls. The youth desired not to steal this dark abomination’s apparent victory, taking pause to let the Heartless have seat, and gloat over its momentary triumph. The task at hand was however, all that fell to mind.
”Elsa has been found?”
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