03-23-2005, 10:00 AM
The cloak was constantly a sea of emotions, words often failing to express what needed expressing. But even with it's perpetual flux of feelings there was one that it seldom encountered. Fear. It could be shot, stabbed, torn and shredded, even lit afire so long as one small piece of itself remained to reweave it's form from the darkness to which it was bound. But there and then, in that moment when the Phoenix emerged....it was terrified.
Physically it whipped about furiously as if a small maelstrom of winds had suddenly risen up about it, convulsing and lashing out in every which way. Emotionally it became a twisted dichotomy of opposites, pertrified to it's core as every fiber of every thread just wanted to slither away and tuck itself into a corner where it could hide. The essence of light the Phoenix left in it's departure was all at once the most beautiful and most hideous thing it had even witnessed and even as it was struck with utter horror at the concept of being devoured by the light from which no darkness could escape, it was overjoyed at it's brillance. It was like touching a star and being trapped within it at the same time.
Though the episode lasted only a few seconds the emotional toll left the cloak spent, it's physical form falling deathly still about Franki's frame as if it were nothing more than another piece of clothe. Emotionally it withdrew into itself, cutting itself off from the outside world. Not out of choice, though it was a decision it would have made if given the option, but merely out of weakness. It simply didn't have the strength to see thru another's eyes or hear with another's ears. The entire walk through the underground passageways it was silent and still, experiencing what could best be describe as it's version of being unconcious. For the first time in years it was left not with questions, but instead with the truth.
It had seen the very face of life and death itself.
Physically it whipped about furiously as if a small maelstrom of winds had suddenly risen up about it, convulsing and lashing out in every which way. Emotionally it became a twisted dichotomy of opposites, pertrified to it's core as every fiber of every thread just wanted to slither away and tuck itself into a corner where it could hide. The essence of light the Phoenix left in it's departure was all at once the most beautiful and most hideous thing it had even witnessed and even as it was struck with utter horror at the concept of being devoured by the light from which no darkness could escape, it was overjoyed at it's brillance. It was like touching a star and being trapped within it at the same time.
Though the episode lasted only a few seconds the emotional toll left the cloak spent, it's physical form falling deathly still about Franki's frame as if it were nothing more than another piece of clothe. Emotionally it withdrew into itself, cutting itself off from the outside world. Not out of choice, though it was a decision it would have made if given the option, but merely out of weakness. It simply didn't have the strength to see thru another's eyes or hear with another's ears. The entire walk through the underground passageways it was silent and still, experiencing what could best be describe as it's version of being unconcious. For the first time in years it was left not with questions, but instead with the truth.
It had seen the very face of life and death itself.