The Wind (May 12, 2011 11:43:55 PM)
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Maggie-Mae Sage (May 12, 2011 11:44:27 PM)
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The Wind (May 12, 2011 11:44:53 PM)
(This user is now known as Shadowy Spirits)

Maggie-Mae Sage (May 12, 2011 11:44:56 PM)
(well she's not dead yet. I dont mind getting hurt, this is interesting! Dying, bah thats not so much fun. You can't learn from that experiance)

Shadowy Spirits (May 12, 2011 11:47:06 PM)
the water seemed to slip up as maggie took the last steps down into the water and then suddenly her head was under it. the cold feeling of it being like a large fist gripping around her then suddenly the pull and the pain. Feelings like she had been in the water for hours, maybe even Days as she pushed through the webbing of the gauntlet, but quickly realized something wrong as she stepped through into a LARGE area of the storm, that was raging through. The area seeming to be almost right but it was to much. The feeling of the pain ripping through the body of hers as flesh was torn away away and cuts and laceration went through. the feeling of falling to her knees as she could almost hear the reflection of her, the avatar screaming in pain as it stepped through into her as she came through. (more coming)

Maggie-Mae Sage (May 12, 2011 11:47:34 PM)
( My Umbra Music, hehe, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NV4xhsYvU2g&feature=related )

Shadowy Spirits (May 12, 2011 11:47:59 PM)
The Ounces of pain settling as she could feel the cold eart slump against her cheek. giving way as here eyes seem to roll in her head, the pain being to much to even let her come in before what looked like a rather large and twisted hand reached up to wrap on her head and drag her into parts of the shadows.

Shadowy Spirits (May 12, 2011 11:48:10 PM)
(right.. give a second while I type the next part up)

Shadowy Spirits (May 12, 2011 11:51:17 PM)
The cold feeling of water sound as there was a dripping only the feeling was wrong. something cold dripped on the back of her head, as the world started to come into view. a twisted and sullen room, as around here where what looked like hanging bits of stone, bone and trees, all intertwined, but lacing thorugh as the first thing that came to notice was the arms bound and above, like they were sitting in there, and her legs as well. It was dark and dank, and the only light seemed to be centered and hanging in the center, aimed down and holding over her. Staying and watching on her, the feeling of her wounds open and bleeding a little still there.