The Furtive Sage Act l |
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| It had been some time since Momo had committed herself to duty, friends, or even music. In fact, almost a year has passed since she has seen her old residence. Her home, left in disarray, abandoned without a resident to upkeep. From the looks of things, one could deduce that it’s original tenant simply stopped whatever it was that they were doing and just left. Nothing was packed, not clothes, food or valuables. The only thing that would appear odd was what was left in the center of the room. what was left was her prized possession. A surf green-colored Duesenberg Starplayer II guitar was hosted like a memorial of some kind. It stood there collecting dust like everything else however. Out of all things, it stood alone. Radiant, stylish, and abandoned. Perhaps there was a story to be told there. Or perhaps the ending. Momo began her pilgrimage to the dark mountains long ago. She hadn’t any other choice. The madness was beginning to set in after all. An itch upon the skull, one that couldn’t be satiated no matter how hard the scratch. The gnawing quake of the heart no longer soothed by the strumming of a guitar gifted by a deceased loved one. Her only loved one. Music was all she had left. But she’d abandon music before it could abandon her. No… music wasn’t all that remained after all. She had a greater passion stirring all along. Something that could not be abandoned for a greater cause or reason. Such a passion fueled her very being and lit the burning ambition from within. This passion had a name, one that many were familiar with. This passion was pain. Pain of the heart. Such a thing became the greatest source of energy for the Big Hat and the barrier between sanity and madness. This passion is why she had abandoned it all. Momo was in search of a new home. One far from prying eyes and misunderstandings. A place free of restrictions and the outlawed taboos. The moon seemed bigger in this cold and dreadful place. At night, it was the greatest source of illumination, a beacon in an endless night sky. Momo spent many hours alone, her eyes fixed on the empty cloudless void above. It was the only thing in this world that could possibly understand her loneliness. She too was alone and surrounded by the dark. The campfire crinkled and popped. The embers began to sway as a heavy breeze rushed by. Perhaps it was for the best. She had been dawdling around long enough. It was time to set in motion that which couldn’t be undone. Momo fastened her cloak to shield the cold before setting of from her camp. It was time. The big hat called to her, beckoned her. It was as if she could hear it’s heart beat. The rhythmical thumping of a beating heart echoed from the mouth of dark cave and resonated the circumference of the Big Hat. It was home to something fearsome. A great white bear to be exact. Such volatile creatures were known to be hostile and aggressive, yet Momo found herself upon it’s home by the beckoning of the Big Hat. It demanded a sacrifice. Surely Momo had already gone mad? Is this what had happened to the previous owner of the Big Hat? Has it there been generations of Big Hat vessels, all of which who were slaved to its bedding? All of whom struggled with the parasite for control? Was the knowledge and power offered by the symbiont worth the sacrifice it demanded? Did the ends justify the means? The dreaded thought that her beloved Hatsu had endured such torment for as long as Momo knew him. That his will had somehow succumb to the darkness of the Big Hat. Struggling against the Big Hat’s will only served to harm both the body and mind. Momo’s body was already beginning to show signs of degradation. The cracks in her skin were worsening. Such an ailment began when she refused to take a human life demanded by the Big Hat and thus the journey toward solitude. Momo had become a danger to others. The Big Hat forever whispering in her ears was maddening. She had to steal lives to satiate it’s hunger, to calm the noise. And so, Momo stepped into the mouth of the cave, seeking the life of another. Besting a Great White was no easy feat but the beast was subdued none the less. Momo’s bloody cloak laid near tattered and bloody. The beast was breathing rather rapidly as footsteps drew near. It had sustained significant damage and could not move. Momo, now cloak-less had to embrace the chilling cold. She stood over the great beast listening to it’s heart race. It was scared. Momo could emphasize but the Big Hat employed her to do what needed to be done, to finish what she had sought out to do. But Momo peered into the eyes of the beast and saw herself. She saw the same scared beast and there was no difference. Just to beings slaved to their circumstance and so they were scared. Momo could feel the Big Hat attempting to force her hand and so she resisted, causing her skin to crack further until finally giving in. The beast was dead and a soul was fed to the Big Hat. The lifeless beast laid before her knelt body as she comforted it. A icy tear traveled down her cheek as she apologized to the lifeless corpse. The Big Hat ate and Momo took a knife and began to work on the beast. She needed a new cloak after all and her work was unfinished. There would be more death and more souls to be harvested. For the Big Hat hungers and Momo’s search for knowledge continued. Though Momo would hate herself for this journey, the power to bring back what was once loss was within her grasp. And so, Momo disappeared into the frosted night to further her study of the forbidden and the taboo. Her journey to conquer Death had only just begun. |
[mft | Bl remove | CA app | Soul Rp] |
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