These changes, these abilities that were slowly developing over the last several decades--nay, the last few centuries have been nothing but a blessing! And that's all she's ever wanted to impart on the world and people around her--blessings. A bountiful harvest, a filling feast, the warmth of a hearth when you're surrounded by friends and family and all the lovely memories that flow with it.
There's always another side. A balance. Too much or too little of a good thing could certainly turn sour, and sour...she became.
Himeka--that is still her name, isn't it?--recalls the incantation that brought her forth: a dispute between families, feelings of discontent and good fortunes stolen. A boost in one's haul meant there was naught for the other and to a goddess of feast they asked for famine. Just a little, just for their crops to fail this year to allow the others to catch up.
The endless deep. The Empty.
She tried. Because balance must be sought.
A Flood of Light. Color drained from everything. Everyone.
But she lost herself in it. The crops, yes, those were dealt with--but so too went the farm, the house, the inhabitants inside...
...and in a minute's time, Himeka watched as the ground became empty and chalk-like, the walls shattering beneath the lightest touch. Her tears of regret soon consumed her as she fell into a heap.
Fix it, fix it.
But she only made it worse. Consumed by her own affliction, her body stretched and twisted into the likeness of a beached leviathan. She drags herself along, sending what were curious onlookers fleeing in fear. In her wake, she leaves a trail of tainted earth, and with each "step" she feels that emptiness in her belly grow and grow. She has to find something to fill it.
Anything. Anything.
How long she's like this, she doesn't know. It feels like second and an eternity at the same time. The only pause in her pursuit of sustenance is the appearance of a familiar form... ]
CLOSED ❥ Alucard
These changes, these abilities that were slowly developing over the last several decades--nay, the last few centuries have been nothing but a blessing! And that's all she's ever wanted to impart on the world and people around her--blessings. A bountiful harvest, a filling feast, the warmth of a hearth when you're surrounded by friends and family and all the lovely memories that flow with it.
There's always another side. A balance. Too much or too little of a good thing could certainly turn sour, and sour...she became.
Himeka--that is still her name, isn't it?--recalls the incantation that brought her forth: a dispute between families, feelings of discontent and good fortunes stolen. A boost in one's haul meant there was naught for the other and to a goddess of feast they asked for famine. Just a little, just for their crops to fail this year to allow the others to catch up.
The endless deep. The Empty.
She tried. Because balance must be sought.
A Flood of Light. Color drained from everything. Everyone.
But she lost herself in it. The crops, yes, those were dealt with--but so too went the farm, the house, the inhabitants inside...
...and in a minute's time, Himeka watched as the ground became empty and chalk-like, the walls shattering beneath the lightest touch. Her tears of regret soon consumed her as she fell into a heap.
Fix it, fix it.
But she only made it worse. Consumed by her own affliction, her body stretched and twisted into the likeness of a beached leviathan. She drags herself along, sending what were curious onlookers fleeing in fear. In her wake, she leaves a trail of tainted earth, and with each "step" she feels that emptiness in her belly grow and grow. She has to find something to fill it.
Anything. Anything.
How long she's like this, she doesn't know. It feels like second and an eternity at the same time. The only pause in her pursuit of sustenance is the appearance of a familiar form... ]