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On this bright day the sun's rays peered throught the lush canopy of hunter green to see the forest floor. The birds chirped loudly in their mating songs and the squirrels buried nuts that they would later scower for and never find. All seemed well within this dense habitat; life bloomed as it would if spring were here. The water babbled gently as it coursed down the mountains; deer gathered their fawn as the fed, moving thoughout the vegitation - and yet the paused, alerted to the destiny that would befall them.
Cracks of lightning split the realm and the once singing birds flocked into the heavens, cawing and crying out for a savior -- terrified of whatever was happening within thier natural home. The skies dulled slightly, as if gravity was pulling inwards and collapsing the realm unto itself -- a vorpal wormhole. The ethereal and photokinetic double-helix spiraled from the heavens and came towards the middle of the forest with a thunderous crack of power; then it fell -- a meteor?
The ground rumbled and shook violently. Trees collapsed outwards as the shockwave of energy spilled out from the crater and debris rolled outwards in motes of thick dust and rock. The deer that had once been alerted were now off, scurrying their young towards safety -- wherever that may lie. The gentle tremors would be felt for near a mile in radius to the impact site, leaving this illuminated hole in the ground to cough? A groan came from the middle of the forest -- the center of this crater and as the dust cleared, something stood.
Whether it was man or monster, none would be for sure just yet - but Aftiel would run a set of slender digits through his ivory hair and knock what bits of rock and grass had entangled themselves within his crown. Lazily, half-masted pools would open and close, allowing the amethyst radiance to pour from his oculars with a glow of internal inertia. Whatever he was wouldn't be noticed now -- for no one was around to visualize his descent and arrival.
The Essence will find me. I must find shelter...
...where in the Nine Hells am I?
The thoughts formulated within his cerebrum. His cognition gave way to the spark of life within his thoughts and a mental net lept outwards in Astral patterns across this realm, like a symbiote, Aftiel began to accumulate knowledge of the terrain and it's inhabitance. Through atomic manipulation his illuminescent figure became clothed in a long slate robe, something to cover ... all of himself.
