by Miranda Weaver » Thu Nov 27, 2014 2:29 pm
The door opened onto a stairway that descended. The Astral wind was still blowing, offering resistance as they descended, but not a significant amount of resistance. The giggling was punctuated by sobbing and took on a more solid noise as they descended. A large room opened out at the bottom of the stairs. The room resembled a museum exhibit.
The first glance at the scene reveals bodies... so many bodies. Their forms are indistinct, resembling no specific individual. There's also a lot of blood. So much blood everywhere.
In the middle of all of the carnage was a young woman on her knees. She was covered in blood and holding her face in her hands. Blood ran between her fingers, running down her arms to pool on the floor. She rocked slightly, sobbing softly. The rocking motion revealed that she had once had wings, but those had either been ripped or shorn off, leaving only barely feathered stumps on the shoulder blades that continued to bleed as well.
The soft sobbing from the figure was briefly interrupted by a childlike giggle.
As Miranda's three aspects touched the bottom of the the stairs, they merged back into a Miranda's single avatar. The avatar sank to its knees, staring at the scene.