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RetroWitchcraft
Star
- Joined
- Jun 24, 2011
- Location
- The Basement
Where was she? The space around her was dark and inky blue. Large, white looming walls blocked some many of the directions she wanted to go. Her heart, at least what she assumed was this form’s heart, beat wildly in her chest. The gentle pulse of her body was getting fainter. She needed to return to it. She needed to get back before anyone found the shell and assumed she had died or was in a coma. This was like a maze and entirely not the way it was only a moment ago.
Madison Valentine had only been at this for a short period of time, willingly at any rate. It had been only within the last month that she had realized her dream walking for what it was. Instead of bulking away from such a thing like most would have she embraced it. These sorts of things were meant to be explore and, frankly, such an uncharted and strange frontier called to an adventurous nature that she was unaware of. This, however, was completely unlike anything she had read. It was hard to remained focus on anything. Panic seized her heart and wrung it like a dirty washcloth.
Quietly her feet padded against a floor that just wasn’t there. Cool air felt as if it were blowing between her toes. The marble walls loomed higher and higher with each second. There was a moment that she thought she would be able to scale them but they shot up into infinity it seemed. Pale lavender eyes looked upward. Dark indigo clouds swirled far above her and a frown pressed against her full lips. Chocolate brown waves billowed around her with every movement. In that realm she was far more beautiful than in the physical realm. This was what her true self was like; what her soul appeared like to others. A white light radiated a fraction of an inch from her body but did nothing to light her way. All it did was make her stand out all of the more.
At that point she felt like a beacon to others and she did not like that one bit. What Madison had learned on her trips out was that certain astral beings found a soul still fettered to a body rather interesting. Some even intended to take her body. Or so she thought that was what they wanted. Once or twice she had to push through them just to get back.
It was so quiet that confused and confounded her.
Madison Valentine had only been at this for a short period of time, willingly at any rate. It had been only within the last month that she had realized her dream walking for what it was. Instead of bulking away from such a thing like most would have she embraced it. These sorts of things were meant to be explore and, frankly, such an uncharted and strange frontier called to an adventurous nature that she was unaware of. This, however, was completely unlike anything she had read. It was hard to remained focus on anything. Panic seized her heart and wrung it like a dirty washcloth.
Quietly her feet padded against a floor that just wasn’t there. Cool air felt as if it were blowing between her toes. The marble walls loomed higher and higher with each second. There was a moment that she thought she would be able to scale them but they shot up into infinity it seemed. Pale lavender eyes looked upward. Dark indigo clouds swirled far above her and a frown pressed against her full lips. Chocolate brown waves billowed around her with every movement. In that realm she was far more beautiful than in the physical realm. This was what her true self was like; what her soul appeared like to others. A white light radiated a fraction of an inch from her body but did nothing to light her way. All it did was make her stand out all of the more.
At that point she felt like a beacon to others and she did not like that one bit. What Madison had learned on her trips out was that certain astral beings found a soul still fettered to a body rather interesting. Some even intended to take her body. Or so she thought that was what they wanted. Once or twice she had to push through them just to get back.
It was so quiet that confused and confounded her.