01-02-2018, 11:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-02-2018, 12:14 PM by PhantomUnderYourDesk.)
It was exactly 4:11am and 34 seconds on Friday (insert date) when Mina Mab awoke from her slumber.
The room was covered by the soothing blanket humans call 'darkness', an not a single sound reached Mina as she was sitting upright in bed, starring daggers into that darkness. In fact, the sound of her own heavy, almost panicked breathing eliminated every other sound. She clunched her hands to the real blanket that covered the lower half of her body now as if it was her safety net and reality check.
It took her several minutes to somewhat calm her breath and herself to desperately protect herself from loosing it, her eyes starring at something that was not visible in this 'darkness'. Darkness, a sky of pitchblack velvet without a single star shining – that was the last thing she remembered.
...The darkness here was different though. It was just as pure and suffocating as the one that painted her nightmare, the colors of fallen rain and eternity mixing into this shining black, engulfing everything without notice. This darkness was enclosed. Was this...a room? It must be... Where in the Guardian's name was she? WHY was she here?! She didn't know this room, that was something she managed to figure out simply by letting her surroundings sink in. The smell was different. The touch of the bed linen was different. The darkness was different. She was different. Was this heaven?
Concentrating and biting the nails of her right hand, she forced herself to rethink what has happened. To relive that nightmare... The last thing she remembered doing was walking through the allys of the city. Aimlessly, simply enjoying the smell and feeling of the city at night, letting her mind wander and gather inspiration for new artworks.Then, the darkness became colder. Just a bit, but she remembers how this gave her a cold shiver. Next, there was a presence – something starring at her. Only at her. Like a predator did. … Then, there was paaaain. Sharp pain, this presence having suddenly increased, a warm feeling, her will to fight erased, something dripping on her clothes. Almost streaming, staining her neat white shirt in a primary color. It was blood.
It all went way too fast for her to even do a thing. No chance; even if she'd call for help or release one of her dear Pokemon, the help would be in vain. Mina was already walking down a dark tunnel, sporting the purest and deepest black she has ever had on her paintbrushes. The afterlife was calling. Has her time come in the end?
No, it was not. There in that tunnel, something was visible at the end. It was shining in a blue-white light, and it came closer. Very fast, actually. Before Mina was even able to fully process this, before she was able to figure out that she was very familiar with those nine waving tails following the body of a kitsune, it crashed into her, and she had no chance to either prepare or prevent this...
In this moment though, she was doing...fine. That light that has just engulfed her was shining from her inner. SHE was emitting this light, and it felt wonderful... What was this? Was THIS the afterlife? It felt so familiar it was hard to believe, the nightmare has turned into a dream... An icy and faelike dream...
*******
Mina Mab extended one hand into the darkness of the room, but she there was nothing of left of that dream. Instead, her hand met something different, but it emitted just as much of an familiar feeling... It was velutinous. It was fur. It was warm... It was the snout of Momochi, her strong and mellow female Dragonfairy. Her lucky dragon. Her white and purple lucky dragon, she was there, with her... Why was she there as well?
Well, that was something that didn't really matter for now, Mina was not alone here, she could spend hours just sitting here and stroking through the fur of her shiny Luxelong, waiting for the first beams of morning sun chasing the darkness away.
...Guess what, this was exactly what she did. Luxelong gave her silent and loving coos as she rested by her Master's side.
*******
As the hours passed, Mina became calmer and calmer. She regained that dreamy state of mind that became sort of her trademark, a state that was just as part as her artist's life like her hair and her pencils. Well, speaking oh hair, she still had NO IDEA why it was pure white and seemingly longer now – and what was with them forming some sort of hale behind her? Why were the hints of mist around her? Was this just imagination? This was almost like Aurora Veil was in effect... Now, with the blanket of darkness gone, she was also able to recognize the room she was in - awww, how many hours has she spent in this room. If she was lucky, that minifridge she knew almost to well was still containing that bar of white chocolate with chips of Sitrus Berries in them. Honestly, cold white chocolate was THE BEST.
All in all, Mina was relatively fine. Yet heavily confused, demaning for answers.
Yet she had no idea where to get those answers from.
The room was covered by the soothing blanket humans call 'darkness', an not a single sound reached Mina as she was sitting upright in bed, starring daggers into that darkness. In fact, the sound of her own heavy, almost panicked breathing eliminated every other sound. She clunched her hands to the real blanket that covered the lower half of her body now as if it was her safety net and reality check.
It took her several minutes to somewhat calm her breath and herself to desperately protect herself from loosing it, her eyes starring at something that was not visible in this 'darkness'. Darkness, a sky of pitchblack velvet without a single star shining – that was the last thing she remembered.
...The darkness here was different though. It was just as pure and suffocating as the one that painted her nightmare, the colors of fallen rain and eternity mixing into this shining black, engulfing everything without notice. This darkness was enclosed. Was this...a room? It must be... Where in the Guardian's name was she? WHY was she here?! She didn't know this room, that was something she managed to figure out simply by letting her surroundings sink in. The smell was different. The touch of the bed linen was different. The darkness was different. She was different. Was this heaven?
Concentrating and biting the nails of her right hand, she forced herself to rethink what has happened. To relive that nightmare... The last thing she remembered doing was walking through the allys of the city. Aimlessly, simply enjoying the smell and feeling of the city at night, letting her mind wander and gather inspiration for new artworks.Then, the darkness became colder. Just a bit, but she remembers how this gave her a cold shiver. Next, there was a presence – something starring at her. Only at her. Like a predator did. … Then, there was paaaain. Sharp pain, this presence having suddenly increased, a warm feeling, her will to fight erased, something dripping on her clothes. Almost streaming, staining her neat white shirt in a primary color. It was blood.
It all went way too fast for her to even do a thing. No chance; even if she'd call for help or release one of her dear Pokemon, the help would be in vain. Mina was already walking down a dark tunnel, sporting the purest and deepest black she has ever had on her paintbrushes. The afterlife was calling. Has her time come in the end?
No, it was not. There in that tunnel, something was visible at the end. It was shining in a blue-white light, and it came closer. Very fast, actually. Before Mina was even able to fully process this, before she was able to figure out that she was very familiar with those nine waving tails following the body of a kitsune, it crashed into her, and she had no chance to either prepare or prevent this...
In this moment though, she was doing...fine. That light that has just engulfed her was shining from her inner. SHE was emitting this light, and it felt wonderful... What was this? Was THIS the afterlife? It felt so familiar it was hard to believe, the nightmare has turned into a dream... An icy and faelike dream...
*******
Mina Mab extended one hand into the darkness of the room, but she there was nothing of left of that dream. Instead, her hand met something different, but it emitted just as much of an familiar feeling... It was velutinous. It was fur. It was warm... It was the snout of Momochi, her strong and mellow female Dragonfairy. Her lucky dragon. Her white and purple lucky dragon, she was there, with her... Why was she there as well?
Well, that was something that didn't really matter for now, Mina was not alone here, she could spend hours just sitting here and stroking through the fur of her shiny Luxelong, waiting for the first beams of morning sun chasing the darkness away.
...Guess what, this was exactly what she did. Luxelong gave her silent and loving coos as she rested by her Master's side.
*******
As the hours passed, Mina became calmer and calmer. She regained that dreamy state of mind that became sort of her trademark, a state that was just as part as her artist's life like her hair and her pencils. Well, speaking oh hair, she still had NO IDEA why it was pure white and seemingly longer now – and what was with them forming some sort of hale behind her? Why were the hints of mist around her? Was this just imagination? This was almost like Aurora Veil was in effect... Now, with the blanket of darkness gone, she was also able to recognize the room she was in - awww, how many hours has she spent in this room. If she was lucky, that minifridge she knew almost to well was still containing that bar of white chocolate with chips of Sitrus Berries in them. Honestly, cold white chocolate was THE BEST.
All in all, Mina was relatively fine. Yet heavily confused, demaning for answers.
Yet she had no idea where to get those answers from.
"Anything can be art. Anything can be self-expression. Now take your weapon and run with it" [Gerard Way]
--Windos is my OTP ❤---
`❤★`°･:*:･｡![[Image: qt5IPWF.png]](https://i.imgur.com/qt5IPWF.png)
｡･:*:･ﾟ’★❤`
--Windos is my OTP ❤---
`❤★`°･:*:･｡
｡･:*:･ﾟ’★❤`
