From the dream into the waking world...
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just_a_dollPSL for deathstealer. I'm so sorry that this got so long.
After the rebirth of her Good Hunter and their growth to a fully fledged Great One, Yharnam gradually slipped away from the waking world entirely, elevated into its own realm. A realm forever preserved and uninhabited, the empty streets telling of the horrors they once beheld. The town and tales of the beastly scourge became nothing more than a myth, forgotten altogether in the passing years.
The Doll remained the same, ever-present at the Hunter's side in a dream that soon felt too small. What started their next journey came in the form of a passing wish to see more than the confines of the dream; to experience the waking world. A wish she could have granted herself, the being lurking deep down inside the porcelain shell far more powerful than she likely knew.
However, it was the Hunter that was so obliging, wishing too to expand their knowledge of the universe and explore the cosmos, uninhibited. And so, reaching far beyond the world they were once born, they found more to see than the human mind could ever fathom. However, nothing gained their attention more than the golden branches of the Erdtree that lay just beyond a thick and heavy fog. Before their journey could even begin, the Greater Will rejected the intruder, perceiving it as a threat, and engaging in a fight alongside multiple other outer gods.
Wounded after what nearly became an all-out war, the Hunter was sealed away in the very world they dared to tread, his companion left alone. With their last bit of strength, they reached out one last time, bridging a road to connect the dream to the world. The same fate could have easily befallen her, but without a way out, the Hunter held a sliver of hope that she could one day find a way to free them.
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The Doll feels it, the dithering power of the Good Hunter before it nigh faded entirely, a strange sinking feeling overwhelming her. Despairingly, she wondered if this was it for the Great One that had held so much promise.
Until a path appeared.
The path extended out past the field of flowers where Gehrman once slept so long ago, filling her with another fleeting feeling of yearning. Eager to find her lost Hunter, she took to the path, the glowing flowers lighting her way in the fog. Finally, she finds herself in a place bathed moonlight, a vast courtyard coming into focus as the dense fog that once surrounded her dissipated.
She lifts a hand to rest upon one of the many chairs arranged in a large circle, looking out at the others before her eyes land on an archway. A start, she supposes. Why not go through it and see where it lead. Uncertain, she casts a glance back toward the way she came, finding a similar archway in the place of the foggy road she'd just taken.
So, her Hunter is truly gone and she is alone here. Wherever here might be.
With a sigh, she faces toward the archway across the courtyard and walks over to it, her eyes darting here and there as she futilely attempts to take in everything at once. The moonlight is beautiful, far more so than the looming blood moon that haunted the dream; the air smells so different and there's so much more room to explore. Too much room for someone so unaccustomed.
As she slips just outside of the manor, any further attempts to take her in surroundings comes to a grinding halt. She hears a heavy chuff followed by a low growl, and she stops beside a tree, scanning the area until her eyes fall upon something large, scaled, and winged. Dragon wasn't in her vocabulary, but Beast was. She'd never once heard the Hunters of the past speak of beasts like this, but she can imagine they were about as big.
There's an instinct that writhes deep within her and makes her fingers twitch; memories from a life that wasn't her own dictating how she should go about dispatching this creature. How it would be possible if given the right approach. Being unarmed, however, she is hardly in a position to do much of anything other than sneak past.
It's only a few minutes into her attempt at stealth that the snap of a twig alerts the beast to her presence. So, she runs, stumbling over branches and bits of stone in the path until she finally finds her feet. The ground shakes beneath her as the creature must have flown up and landed a mere few feet behind her. Running and dodging her way through the oncoming ruins and the hostile... undead humans? that appear to be guarding it, she find her way to the first tower, finding it inaccessible.
She turns to find the beast rearing back it's head, never catching sight of it's full attack for simply trying to run away.
After another struggle of stumbling back through the ruins and taking some blows from the undead, she spots the second tower. A sharp pain hits her back, sending her flying forward onto her knee and through gritted teeth, but she picks herself back up and keeps running, hoping desperately to find access into this tower when getting there has nearly taken her out completely. Uncaring that she was headed straight for a small pack of wolves guarding the tower when a much larger creature is pursuit, she dodges past one of them, feeling another bite her shawl as the third one snarls and bites at her ankles.
She unclasps the shawl before it can cause her to lose her balance and finally makes it up the broken stairs and into the doorway. The wolves begin to gain on her as she narrowly evades the large crystals on the floor and takes to the stairway. At the same time, the ground again shakes as the winged beast lands just outside the tower, a loud roar echoing through the halls. This, of course, only presses her to move faster, winding up the tower until she reaches a room with a large round platform in the center. Her foot lands on the center panel as she moves forward, sending the floor beneath her lurching upward and nearly knocking her over.
It's by some miracle that the wolves make it as far as the edge of the lift before its ascent and she finds herself a moment of reprieve. Breathing out a soft sigh, she rights herself, ready for whatever might come at her next. The tower is not so large, is it? The winged beast could easily still reach her, couldn't it?
The howl of the wolves can be heard below her, urging her forward as soon as the lift stops; forward being outside again. She peers out the doorway first, and seeing nothing immediately threatening, takes the right to move up the next set of stairs, finding the only way left to go is into a room where sits... someone.
Not nearly ready to corner herself into a room, she remains at the doorway, still cornered, but hopefully in a better position to get away if needed. She casts a glance behind her to ensure that nothing new had emerged to chase her and then returns her gaze to the curious being clad in white. ]
deathstealer. After the rebirth of her Good Hunter and their growth to a fully fledged Great One, Yharnam gradually slipped away from the waking world entirely, elevated into its own realm. A realm forever preserved and uninhabited, the empty streets telling of the horrors they once beheld. The town and tales of the beastly scourge became nothing more than a myth, forgotten altogether in the passing years.
The Doll remained the same, ever-present at the Hunter's side in a dream that soon felt too small. What started their next journey came in the form of a passing wish to see more than the confines of the dream; to experience the waking world. A wish she could have granted herself, the being lurking deep down inside the porcelain shell far more powerful than she likely knew.
However, it was the Hunter that was so obliging, wishing too to expand their knowledge of the universe and explore the cosmos, uninhibited. And so, reaching far beyond the world they were once born, they found more to see than the human mind could ever fathom. However, nothing gained their attention more than the golden branches of the Erdtree that lay just beyond a thick and heavy fog. Before their journey could even begin, the Greater Will rejected the intruder, perceiving it as a threat, and engaging in a fight alongside multiple other outer gods.
Wounded after what nearly became an all-out war, the Hunter was sealed away in the very world they dared to tread, his companion left alone. With their last bit of strength, they reached out one last time, bridging a road to connect the dream to the world. The same fate could have easily befallen her, but without a way out, the Hunter held a sliver of hope that she could one day find a way to free them.
-------
The Doll feels it, the dithering power of the Good Hunter before it nigh faded entirely, a strange sinking feeling overwhelming her. Despairingly, she wondered if this was it for the Great One that had held so much promise.
Until a path appeared.
The path extended out past the field of flowers where Gehrman once slept so long ago, filling her with another fleeting feeling of yearning. Eager to find her lost Hunter, she took to the path, the glowing flowers lighting her way in the fog. Finally, she finds herself in a place bathed moonlight, a vast courtyard coming into focus as the dense fog that once surrounded her dissipated.
She lifts a hand to rest upon one of the many chairs arranged in a large circle, looking out at the others before her eyes land on an archway. A start, she supposes. Why not go through it and see where it lead. Uncertain, she casts a glance back toward the way she came, finding a similar archway in the place of the foggy road she'd just taken.
So, her Hunter is truly gone and she is alone here. Wherever here might be.
With a sigh, she faces toward the archway across the courtyard and walks over to it, her eyes darting here and there as she futilely attempts to take in everything at once. The moonlight is beautiful, far more so than the looming blood moon that haunted the dream; the air smells so different and there's so much more room to explore. Too much room for someone so unaccustomed.
As she slips just outside of the manor, any further attempts to take her in surroundings comes to a grinding halt. She hears a heavy chuff followed by a low growl, and she stops beside a tree, scanning the area until her eyes fall upon something large, scaled, and winged. Dragon wasn't in her vocabulary, but Beast was. She'd never once heard the Hunters of the past speak of beasts like this, but she can imagine they were about as big.
There's an instinct that writhes deep within her and makes her fingers twitch; memories from a life that wasn't her own dictating how she should go about dispatching this creature. How it would be possible if given the right approach. Being unarmed, however, she is hardly in a position to do much of anything other than sneak past.
It's only a few minutes into her attempt at stealth that the snap of a twig alerts the beast to her presence. So, she runs, stumbling over branches and bits of stone in the path until she finally finds her feet. The ground shakes beneath her as the creature must have flown up and landed a mere few feet behind her. Running and dodging her way through the oncoming ruins and the hostile... undead humans? that appear to be guarding it, she find her way to the first tower, finding it inaccessible.
She turns to find the beast rearing back it's head, never catching sight of it's full attack for simply trying to run away.
After another struggle of stumbling back through the ruins and taking some blows from the undead, she spots the second tower. A sharp pain hits her back, sending her flying forward onto her knee and through gritted teeth, but she picks herself back up and keeps running, hoping desperately to find access into this tower when getting there has nearly taken her out completely. Uncaring that she was headed straight for a small pack of wolves guarding the tower when a much larger creature is pursuit, she dodges past one of them, feeling another bite her shawl as the third one snarls and bites at her ankles.
She unclasps the shawl before it can cause her to lose her balance and finally makes it up the broken stairs and into the doorway. The wolves begin to gain on her as she narrowly evades the large crystals on the floor and takes to the stairway. At the same time, the ground again shakes as the winged beast lands just outside the tower, a loud roar echoing through the halls. This, of course, only presses her to move faster, winding up the tower until she reaches a room with a large round platform in the center. Her foot lands on the center panel as she moves forward, sending the floor beneath her lurching upward and nearly knocking her over.
It's by some miracle that the wolves make it as far as the edge of the lift before its ascent and she finds herself a moment of reprieve. Breathing out a soft sigh, she rights herself, ready for whatever might come at her next. The tower is not so large, is it? The winged beast could easily still reach her, couldn't it?
The howl of the wolves can be heard below her, urging her forward as soon as the lift stops; forward being outside again. She peers out the doorway first, and seeing nothing immediately threatening, takes the right to move up the next set of stairs, finding the only way left to go is into a room where sits... someone.
Not nearly ready to corner herself into a room, she remains at the doorway, still cornered, but hopefully in a better position to get away if needed. She casts a glance behind her to ensure that nothing new had emerged to chase her and then returns her gaze to the curious being clad in white. ]