Jill Monroe
05-12-2005, 01:01 PM
<<out at sea, the full moon shown brightly, audmenting the currents and the tides of the ocean as the waves charged and flowed with high energy....some smashing against the giant land mass that spellbinder was now seated on. she sat in the middle, "indian style"......her hair blowing and her face tilted upward toward the moonlight. her eyes were closed and she seemed to be in a deep state of concentration or meditation.>>
<<all around the perimeter of the land mass, a flickering, crackling sound is heard as silver mystic flames sparkle into view...flowing around the summit of the land mass to form a pentagram of power......Spellbinder was in an altered state...deeply focused, her mind was clear and emptied of all th oughts of the others....as one plane of reality gave way to another>>
the dream zone
another place in Limbo...far FAR away from the familiar landscape that she was familiar with. there was no "limit" to the expanse of limbo and there were so MANY varying landscape...but the eldritch realm's unique allure told her that she was still home.
something was wrong.......as she walked along the the desert plane...she felt odd......she realized she had no clothes on....but worse yet, she had no facial features...no hair!
[i]she wanted to scream for Ororo....but she had no mouth!....she was a NOTHING BEING...in a NOWHERE PLACE. left alone in a harsh envrionment ....she had no choice but to walk....and somehow she knew how to keep her balance and move forward.
on she went...coming to a fork in the path....the sun glaring down on her statuesque body...which was now little more than that of a female mannequinn that had yet to be custom designed.
standing high above...on a jagged plateau and watching Morgan.......was Alison! She wore little more than a "two piece bikini" like ensemble which made her look more like Jane Fonda in Barbarella than like the trademark beautiful yet intimidating Guardian. Her hair was down...and she held a staff. She made no apparent movements to aid the unusual Morgan.....she just watched. Morgan stood at the fork in the path....poised to make a descision....but how could she possibly know which way to go...with no eyes?
Guardian watched Morgan.....indeed her position in this dream was symbolic...as Guardian was a seer/precog...and would most likely know which path was the best to take....but she could not intervene this time as she had done so often in the past. off in the distance of the path to her right, seemed to be some kind of mountain range....with the possibility of a waterfall and other beings over the horizon. Off to the left....more of the unforgiving desert wilderness...a path fraught with turmoil and adversity as the sun glared down unforgivingly. Morgan moved to her LEFT.....heading down into the path that seemingly lead to more harshness.
Guardian stood....motionless as the desert winds whipped up and howled...almost with a gleefull shrill tone. Guardian's face ...seemed to suggest profound dissapointment and sadness....as though she KNEW that Morgan was going toward the path of darkness and destruction. She soon faded away as the winds swirled where she once stood
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Morgan wanders....her arms slightly raised and her hands posed.... her indomitable will pulled her on....despite the harsh, barren evnrionment. and she wanders more....for what seems to be DAYS. Time passes far differently in Limbo than on earth. Just as it seems that nothing HUMAN could survive days of such an ordeal.....the sun flashes and radiates a white hot light.....Morgan's "mannequin" body begins to glow....and melt away...revealing HER TRUE form.....the beautiful young sorceress with icy violet eyes and blonde double highlighted hair. she was now physically intact....anatomically correct and fully restored in body. The sun's white hot heat....forming Morgan, "the weapon"....fierce and ablaze with contempt and evil for her enemies in The Six, Morgan's predatory scowl causes the few demonic creatures that have been around her to scramble away in fear.
She looks around for a moment...but as she steps forward..she trips over the skull of a long dead tigerbeast...and topples over a high plateau....tumbling fast down a sandy slope and falling into a beautiful crystaline blue lake....the water cools her hot body ...just as black smith making a weapon of destruction would cool his sword in a vat of water after tempering it with a white hot flame....her transformation was well underway
She emerged from the water after a few moments...her body now refreshed..she looked several years YOUNGER as well.....her beautiful was bewitching....but the evil that conveyed from her face....was just as terrifying. she moved from the water, unmoved by the creatures that peered from behind rocks and shadowed corners. She was now in what appeared to be the shoreline of someone's estate....a large, sprawling castle composed of crystal....with diamond foilage and amber formations that jutted from the ground at strategic areas. there was a soft melody of chimes in the air....as the soft breeze echoed through the caverns of this mysterious estate.
Just as she made her way up the path from the water, she felt a large pair of hands...placing a large, flowing blue cape around her to cover her nude body....she gave a start of surprise at the touch of another beings hands...and turned around to see who her "welcoming committee" was.
<<all around the perimeter of the land mass, a flickering, crackling sound is heard as silver mystic flames sparkle into view...flowing around the summit of the land mass to form a pentagram of power......Spellbinder was in an altered state...deeply focused, her mind was clear and emptied of all th oughts of the others....as one plane of reality gave way to another>>
the dream zone
another place in Limbo...far FAR away from the familiar landscape that she was familiar with. there was no "limit" to the expanse of limbo and there were so MANY varying landscape...but the eldritch realm's unique allure told her that she was still home.
something was wrong.......as she walked along the the desert plane...she felt odd......she realized she had no clothes on....but worse yet, she had no facial features...no hair!
[i]she wanted to scream for Ororo....but she had no mouth!....she was a NOTHING BEING...in a NOWHERE PLACE. left alone in a harsh envrionment ....she had no choice but to walk....and somehow she knew how to keep her balance and move forward.
on she went...coming to a fork in the path....the sun glaring down on her statuesque body...which was now little more than that of a female mannequinn that had yet to be custom designed.
standing high above...on a jagged plateau and watching Morgan.......was Alison! She wore little more than a "two piece bikini" like ensemble which made her look more like Jane Fonda in Barbarella than like the trademark beautiful yet intimidating Guardian. Her hair was down...and she held a staff. She made no apparent movements to aid the unusual Morgan.....she just watched. Morgan stood at the fork in the path....poised to make a descision....but how could she possibly know which way to go...with no eyes?
Guardian watched Morgan.....indeed her position in this dream was symbolic...as Guardian was a seer/precog...and would most likely know which path was the best to take....but she could not intervene this time as she had done so often in the past. off in the distance of the path to her right, seemed to be some kind of mountain range....with the possibility of a waterfall and other beings over the horizon. Off to the left....more of the unforgiving desert wilderness...a path fraught with turmoil and adversity as the sun glared down unforgivingly. Morgan moved to her LEFT.....heading down into the path that seemingly lead to more harshness.
Guardian stood....motionless as the desert winds whipped up and howled...almost with a gleefull shrill tone. Guardian's face ...seemed to suggest profound dissapointment and sadness....as though she KNEW that Morgan was going toward the path of darkness and destruction. She soon faded away as the winds swirled where she once stood
-------
Morgan wanders....her arms slightly raised and her hands posed.... her indomitable will pulled her on....despite the harsh, barren evnrionment. and she wanders more....for what seems to be DAYS. Time passes far differently in Limbo than on earth. Just as it seems that nothing HUMAN could survive days of such an ordeal.....the sun flashes and radiates a white hot light.....Morgan's "mannequin" body begins to glow....and melt away...revealing HER TRUE form.....the beautiful young sorceress with icy violet eyes and blonde double highlighted hair. she was now physically intact....anatomically correct and fully restored in body. The sun's white hot heat....forming Morgan, "the weapon"....fierce and ablaze with contempt and evil for her enemies in The Six, Morgan's predatory scowl causes the few demonic creatures that have been around her to scramble away in fear.
She looks around for a moment...but as she steps forward..she trips over the skull of a long dead tigerbeast...and topples over a high plateau....tumbling fast down a sandy slope and falling into a beautiful crystaline blue lake....the water cools her hot body ...just as black smith making a weapon of destruction would cool his sword in a vat of water after tempering it with a white hot flame....her transformation was well underway
She emerged from the water after a few moments...her body now refreshed..she looked several years YOUNGER as well.....her beautiful was bewitching....but the evil that conveyed from her face....was just as terrifying. she moved from the water, unmoved by the creatures that peered from behind rocks and shadowed corners. She was now in what appeared to be the shoreline of someone's estate....a large, sprawling castle composed of crystal....with diamond foilage and amber formations that jutted from the ground at strategic areas. there was a soft melody of chimes in the air....as the soft breeze echoed through the caverns of this mysterious estate.
Just as she made her way up the path from the water, she felt a large pair of hands...placing a large, flowing blue cape around her to cover her nude body....she gave a start of surprise at the touch of another beings hands...and turned around to see who her "welcoming committee" was.