User blog:KestralCruiser/A soul put to rest.

The wood crunched as metal feet stamped across the forest floor, a being incased of nothing but armor trotted across the empty, vast forest. It was defeaningly quiet, not a sound or movement besides the armors own. It's owner hidden under the darkness of the helmet, it's body masked and obscured by the dull grey metal that it holds. This being... is no one. It is no one, but it once was something. It was loved, and it loved.

Now, it rests as nothing. A being of empty soul, mind, and a broken spirit. It drops its shield, the metal clanging echoing as it quickly slows to a stop and the forest returns to silence. Despite the high point of the star, not an animal chirped nor sang as the armored being slowed to a stop in front of a Weeping Willow tree. This particular tree was disfigured and messed, clearly long dead yet still standing.

The being slumps down against it, it's back scrapping at the long dead bark. It sends its sword into the ground in front of it, impaling the dirt and grass. A dead smell entered the air as the being turned motionless, laying against the dead tree. Slowly... Branches and vines begin to crawl on the armored being, covering and squeezing the armor as it's slowly obscured partially by a seemingly strange occurance of wild growth.

Within seconds, the being showed no sign of life. No breath, no memory, no motion. Even the stillness reeked of death and the way it sat showed of an end time. This being becomes part of the tree, the vines and branches forcing it to stay in its position and it's spot. The sword it impaled into the ground was also covered partiarlly in vines, joining the armored being in an enternal slumber it will never wake from.

After a few short moments, the wild life return to sound and things return to normal. As if the being never appeared and was never consumed by nature...