sedia-starcrow
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One of my favorite scenes from Intermenides so far, taken from the middle of chapter 6. It is Rayne attempting to use her abilities as a lycanthrope to read Silas' emotions after just getting off her suppressants. I just love the feeling of mystique, the way she hovers in the abyss, the slight panic welling up inside as something is evidently very wrong, but insists on rationalizing it.
I am not the author, I have permission to post excerpts. Please check pinned post if you are curious about Intermenides.
In and then out. The edges of her vision leaped into comfortable shadow, obscuring themself in a void of senses, while the things nearby began to jump out at her. The slight sound of the leather seats shifting; the silent hum of air passing over the exterior of the car; and most importantly, thin lines of color. They wafted through the car, misty breath on a winter day; trails of incense smoke spreading into a thin haze; the smoke from a campfire blowing in the wind. Some were pale red, others a dark purple, but each and every color was oddly muted. Rayne looked to Silas in an attempt to read his emotions, and she could tell the lines of emotions weren’t from him, but others he’d driven.
Rayne pushed her senses against him, slowly at first, until the attempt had grown into a tidal wave of effort from her end. Silas was a mountain, impenetrable and old, covered from head to toe in thick, ancient oaks. There were no emotions emitting from him, not like they did for others, and Rayne had never come close to experiencing this before. She pushed once more, attempting to get any lick of feeling from him--she knew her senses were working now, she could see other emotions everywhere--until his barrier cracked, only for a split second.
Perhaps it was magical. Maybe Silas himself didn’t realize it’s what he had, but that’s what it was: a barrier. The moment she burst through the tiny crack in its surface, she knew she’d made a mistake trying to read him, to get any vague understanding of what he was feeling. The world eclipsed in shadow, and pressing against him was like allowing a void to take her wholly and entirely. Rayne couldn’t see or feel anything but the endless black expanse surrounding her.
She looked down, only to see her own reflection in the abyss, reflecting off its surface like water. Her double-self looked back, face awash with bewilderment and horror. Her ears flicked wildly, and though she had at first thought there was no sound, she realized there was so much sound that it had become impossible to parse. In the far edges of her vision, she thought she could see strands of emotion, but just as swiftly as they appeared they would sink into the abyss and disappear.
Rayne stepped toward one of the strands, and though all emotion she’d ever seen had been colored, these were an empty grey. When she went close enough, the disgusting overly sweet musty smell of moldy pastries filled her world, and when Rayne attempted to interpret the emotion, to let her senses understand, they simply couldn’t. It was like the emotions had a thin film over them, masking them and forcing them away from her touch. Silas’ feelings were clearly there, she could see them, but they were also miles away, hidden beyond her senses.
Rayne began to go for a different strand, to see if this was a fluke, before she was suddenly forced away from the abyss. Orange light streamed through the car window, and her head rocked roughly against the glass. She yawned once, then twice, and found she couldn’t stop. At some point she must have fallen asleep, and the sudden comforting light and sound was a welcome change to the previous darkness. She must have been dreaming, she realized.
Hey there, folks! I don't really post much as I don't have much to post about, but this one is important to me.
My closest friend has been writing over the past few months. And personally, I find it to be extremely good. It's verbose and detailed even for the few chapters few currently out, but it's enthralling and grips you so quickly. Their characters have such great interactions with each other, their world feels mysterious and somewhat unknown, their ideas and universal mechanics are just downright exhilirating!!
So what exactly is it? We'll, let's get into that!
Welcome to:
Intermenides
Intermenides is an urban fantasy web novel focused around the story of August, Nadir, and Lawry trying to navigate a world beyond the veil of typical human understanding, one full of mystical beings and gods beyond comprehension, and the intersecting pair Silas and Rayne as they track down supernatural (henceforth referred to as Housefolk) dangers underneath the orders of the shadowy and questionable Ministry of Natural Law. A couple sources of inspiration include Paradox's World of Darkness and Weather Factory's Secret Histories games, but ultimately it was spawned from a writing prompt and grew into something larger due to passion and love of writing.
August Hall and Nadir Ruiz are on the run after a shapeshifter of some type took on Nadir's guise and attempted to kill him. Nadir, not knowing who else to go to, ran to August for help and resulted in her awakening to her latent spellcasting abilities and status as a witch. The mimic has not given up its search though, it continues to track and attack the pair seemingly regardless of where they go, for reasons they do not understand as of yet. The duo stumbled into Lawry, a disabled spellblade and former authority figure amongst the world of the Housefolk, and have been staying on the road with her in order to find a solution to their mimic issue; supposedly within a strange and magical book titled Intermenides XIV.
July Lawson, AKA Lawry, is a hard to read, closed off individual. She is often obfuscating information, if not outright lying about topics she believes the duo is not ready to be exposed to. She was once a noteworthy and recognized figure amongst the Housefolk, and a spellblade of borderline legendary status, yet somehow all traces of knowledge on her vanished years ago. Lawry has a strange demeanor to her; she seems distant and cold at times, sometimes even fearful of what might occur around her. Something appears to have scarred her both emotionally and magically, causing her to be unable to control spells without injuring herself and unable to find comfort in people. August and Nadir intend to try and help her heal.
Silas Everett is an overly professional and strict detective within the Ministry of Natural Law, at least on the surface. His jobs are often dangerous, his quarries often violent, and his handling must shift to match. But beneath that he has a genuine care for the Housefolk and merely wishes to keep their world from spiraling. He is known as a Ministry lap dog, doing anything and everything he is told without question, however that couldn't be further from the truth. He is aware that something within the Ministry isn't right, something has rotten it to the very core, and it's up to him and those he puts his trust in to figure out what. And who knows, maybe the Ministry isn't the only thing that isn't quite what it seems...
Rayne Harper! My gods, how I love Rayne. Rayne is a bubbly, sweet, and mildly mischievous lycanthrope under the handling of Silas after being taken in by the Ministry for crimes she had no part in. A little bit of a tease, she is one of the few that Silas lets his guard down around, she knows how he actually operates and relishes every moment away from the eyes of the Ministry. Rayne is one of the many Housefolk who are unjustly oppressed by the Ministry, being forced onto medication that suppress her abilities to shift forms and read emotions. She may be a nobody to the world at large, but her work at Silas' side will prove revolutionary.
I know that was a lot! I know I'm also not great at pitching things but I am earnestly trying my best and I promise that it's written exponentially better than my blurbs about it. I just love what Wren's doing with it, and I want them to continue because I can see how much it matters to them. They're trying to get a chapter out every week to two weeks. Mind you the chapters are quite long. So please, if it seems at all interesting to you, even the slightest bit, please go give it a try. It'd mean the world to both of us.
Thank you for reading!!
do it :3
If this sounds good to you then you'd enjoy Vampire: The Masquerade or other WoD content. If you don't have people to play a TTRPG with there's a couple video games. If that doesn't interest you there's peak fiction in the form of a fanmade webseries called Hunter: The Parenting. Watch it. You'll like Kevin.
I know vampirism is often used as a metaphor for the drain of the aristocracy but I think it would be fun to have more vampire characters who were just some guy before they got turned. You seek out the most ancient vampire in existence and find out he was a 40 year old wheat farmer in ancient Mesopotamia when he was turned 7,000 years ago and he hasn’t been doing much since then.
Mmm.... Maine
The wetland comes alive with fungus in the fall. Northern Maine