Thread: Gates of Life and Death (Razgriz x Umbrale)

Time, as it happened, ran hand-in-hand with fate, for utterlessly ridiculous outcomes. As the two worked in tandem at all times, it wasn't out of the ordinary to say that they were one in the same. Time, playing with humourous heartstrings of fate, still had a devilish sense of humor. That sense of humor, of course, being materialized in two bright pockets of those space-time rips, directly next to each other. Jettisoned at angles, due to the non-apparent laws of physics in the void of a space-time-bridge, the two far-flung volunteers collided with each other instantly. With that dull thud of an impact resounding in their minds the next realization would be that they were still flying. Or, rather, falling. As it happened, their particular extraplanar tears opened in the middle of the air, sending them hurtling two doze meters to a aridly dry-looking landscape of sickly-colored fog and clumpy dirt. Quite similar to fields belching phosphorous, or natural-geyser environments, But with long out-reaching tendrils of vines from the various shrubbery. Only a shaded, yellow-tinged sunlight met the ground through the thick chemical-like fog that pervaded the place. Regardless, of whether or not they had a moment to look at their surrounding, the immediate realization ofat the very least bodily harm was apparent as the ground rushed up to meet their faces. And with a sickening baseball-bat-hitting-a-pumpkin-by-a-major-league-slugger noise... The surprisingly spongy, almost moist ground, gave way beneath their fall. If one happened to be a geologist they'd be in luck. It just so happened that the environment's dirt was ridden with holes, and air-pockets. The only way for such small, dingy shrubbery to expand with such growth in a non-lit environment, meaning nutrient-rich soft soil, un-compacted by natural measures presumably due to the chemical-fog that hung naturally low to the ground. This entitled the particular two interplanetary adventurers to a bit of a messy dirt-rubbing crash through loam-like material, until suddenly air. Freefalling once more to their doom! Oh, the humility of such a respite, only to be---- Bamf! Giant bio-luminescant fungi to the face ought to save anyone from a fall! As it was, their luck was just as ridiculous as fate tended to be adverse. The two, upon falling for a solid half-minute, came to an abruptly cushiony impact upon a giant, green-glowing-spotted mushroom! And, from there on, bouncedfell, unwillingly from mushroom to mushroom, until finally alighted upon much more stable, solid ground. Once they had gathered their belongings, it was far more apparent that they weren't exactly on the surface anymore. And to that note, if they hadn't noticed upon falling in, the environment they had been thrust into, was already in a natural concave of a mountain range. So, it was suffice enough to say, that they were farther underground than their short fall onto fungi lead them to believe. Not to say, of course, being underground, that they couldn't see. While the hole they had fallen through, somehow closed up--one could presume a mixture of expansionary growth of alien flora and natural sinkhole-mechanisms had sealed it--there was enough light to see by. It was strained, granted, but the new world about them didn't completely negate their vision. Simultaneously, it was a completely different way to see. Instead of sunlight, or artificial light, what they were faced with, was the abrupt glow of bio-luminescence. Immediately, they would find themselves in a grove-like arrangement of giant mushrooms. Towering things, truly, ranging from bush-height to monsters that towered far above the Sequoias of Earth. Each, with a color, ranging through the spectrums of green and blue, spotted patches bathing short areas in light. Furthermore, the crowns of such fungi acted almost like lamps, showering in dim light. Along the ground lay scraps and leaves, and small bushes, and flowers of various shades. An alien landscape of unknown wonder, like a cave straight out of a science-fiction novel. Some flowers, curled like a scorpion's tail, gave off a vibrant shimmering glow of an azure red. Other small bushes extended a pistol at the top, that branched into six sections, bearing pear-like fruit instead glowing at a throbbing golden hue. While it wasn't dark, with light being apparently so, it was still hard to see. More than twenty or so feet already strained the eyes, and beyond a few more meters was nigh-on impossible other than to see the twinkling, pulsing, dim lights of other flora beyond. A survey of the surroundings more-so to the landscape, brought a realization that the environment was a bit more organized. Just past the short grove of fungi they had landed in, was were more leafy growths. Massive green silk-textured extensions of plant fiber and foilage, dotted with flowers and life unknown, growing bulbs of color and trumpet vines that puffed-out glowing powder. While, in the distance, it appeared that the lights were more... haphazard. They wavered and flicked, danced and sparked in strange lines and geometrical formations. Tree to tree--weirdly shapen things with out-bore limbs, split down the bark naturally to let-off vibrant light of sap--the colors mused in almost purposeful bars and nets. In almost the opposite direction, sparkled lights that were distinctly more artificial. In fact, they almost looked like fire. Hidden as they were in foilage, and sight-broken by the alien flora that was naturally about the duo themselves, it was hard to make out any other shapes near those lights, besides the coloristic hues of fire occasionally bursting with more colorful light, presumed by the fuel of the bio luminescence around them.