OOC Note: Right, so I posted an enormous post here in reply yesterday, and for some reason it's gone. I'm not exactly sure where it went, and it's pretty disheartening since I know I posted it (I realize I deleted a post yesterday, but that was one I copied and pasted to a wrong thread) and it was about a thousand words. I'm really bad with redoing posts because I try to recall what I said, and it just never comes out the same way, so I'm sorry for any lack of quality in this one.
In the past, Auldwin had heard that at times a Ghost and their host could share feelings or information about one another. Never had he experienced it before, partly due to his previous inexperience, and also due to the majority of his hosts being animals. The thoughts and feelings of animals were no doubt at least slightly foreign to a Human mind, and of course if an animal had learned something about Auldwin there would have been no way to tell him of it's gathered information. At times the Ghost had felt that he perhaps gained some empathical link toward a creature, feeling it's confusion, fear, or the awkwardness of being Possessed. For all Auldwin knew that could have just been his own impressionable mind picking up what he believed an animal to be going through at that time. Unable to truly communicate with such creatures there would be no real way at ever finding out.
A link was there with he and Auldwin, however faint it was. It wasn't so much a fully functioning link of awareness that Spiritists and Ghosts felt together. Someone trained to handle the Possession of a Ghost could do marvelous things indeed, and sharing thoughts was the least of them. They could share the control of the body in a moments notice, or even when combining the most powerful Spiritists and the most powerful Ghosts, combine abilities, skills, and powers. For Caoin, inside of the darkness of her Possessed body, she would simply see faint images, some more clear than others. They would press themselves against the darkness, faint glowing outlines about them, as if a dark shape was blocking the sun causing a corona to exist around it. If she focused long enough these various shapes would come further into clarity, almost as if her eyes were adjusting to the view.
She could see the swaying grass where she lived, but with it was the feelings of fear and resentment. The distance all around her seemed so closed, as if where her sight of the grass ended, the entire world ended. It was as if that Sea of Grass created a prison meant to hold someone. The Drykas saw their land as freedom, perhaps a chance to test themselves and become closer with the wilderness, but in Auldwin's mind he saw it as a cage that held him. All of his feelings, all of his emotions were tied to that place, and no matter how he struggled he could never get away from it. Even with his wife potentially still living in Syliras, the pull of the place where he died to so strong that even years past hadn't truly eroded the bindings that kept him there. If there was anyway around such an obsession, Auldwin hadn't found it yet.
Secondly was the image of someone familiar. Should Caoin's eyes struggle long enough, it would almost appear to be her. A woman with a pale skinned complexion, long wavy dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Other features that defined her were not so clear within the blurred dreamlike state that overtook one being Possessed. It could only be known that this woman had a similar power within Auldwin's mind. She lingered past the cage of grass, like freedom. Between her and that cage seemed to be many obstacles however, as freedom was not so easily granted. There was confusion, confusion about whether or not she was as she seemed.
The thoughts of a Ghost were a difficult thing to truly comprehend. With all of his physical sensations removed upon death, that which was emotionally charged became more powerful. As more power was given toward inward feelings, they became sharper, and more easily manipulated. For this reason Auldwin often felt many things at a time, and it wasn't very often where one feeling overpowered all others. Happiness was never unaccompanied. Frustration wasn't without such brethren like self loathing and regret. To keep one sane while constantly battling all of these thoughts, many of which seemed negative, was quite a challenge. Auldwin still seemed to have his wits about him, but time, like it did with all things, would deteriorate everything he was, most likely.
Before she could feel, see, or understand anymore, his time within Caoin had come to an end. From within her core, visible to the outside world, thick black tar-like smoke began to pour from her lip and nose. From this smoke was created the form of Auldwin, starting from the legs and working upward. The misty column great as the intricate web-work of Soulmist connections receded from inside Caoin. Auldwin was giving up the claim to her mobility and retreating back to the outside world. It was like waking up from a sleep perhaps, as the body itself slowly reclaimed the strength it once had. For just a moment you had to learn how to maneuver once more, testing the strength of your own limbs just to see if you had the power to stand, or even shift your weight. The numbness that came from being Possessed wore away quickly.
The lethargy lingered for a time that ranged highly from person to person. Those that struggled inwardly, or felt the most tension or anxiety often became the most exhausted. Spiritists themselves often felt no real detriment in being Possessed because they were fully prepared, trained, and their possessive muscles, if such a thing could be imagined, were developed to handle the strain of Possession. It was possible a muscle or two could have been pulled, simply do to twisting or moving improperly while inside of the body, but it was rarer for a Human during Auldwin's Possessions since he understood those bodies the most intricately.
As the last bit of Soulmist freed itself from inside Caoin, Auldwin looked down at the girl checking for any signs of motion. Even while he had taken a moment to walk about inside of her form, simply to test his own understanding of Possession a small bit, he had made sure to sit her back down before exiting. She would eventually find herself in a similar position to the one she had been in before being Possessed, although it was difficult to tell just how much time had passed since then. Time during Possession was much like time during a spell of sleeping, it moved quickly and elapsed in a far different manner than while awake. Auldwin's length of Possessing Caoin had been relatively short regardless, so at least it wasn't like losing a large portion of the day.
"Caoin? Caoin you hear me? You awake?" he asked, waving his spectral hand in front of her face, trying to get her to regain her senses more quickly. He hadn't really ever interrogated anyone after an instance of Possession, not that anyone would really want to talk about it after such a thing, but in finally dealing with a willing subject Auldwin was quite interested in finding out just how Caoin dealt with it all. "How you feel? How did it go? You ok?" he continued with his questions, his voice showing both concern and interest in this newest Ghostly experiment.
In the past, Auldwin had heard that at times a Ghost and their host could share feelings or information about one another. Never had he experienced it before, partly due to his previous inexperience, and also due to the majority of his hosts being animals. The thoughts and feelings of animals were no doubt at least slightly foreign to a Human mind, and of course if an animal had learned something about Auldwin there would have been no way to tell him of it's gathered information. At times the Ghost had felt that he perhaps gained some empathical link toward a creature, feeling it's confusion, fear, or the awkwardness of being Possessed. For all Auldwin knew that could have just been his own impressionable mind picking up what he believed an animal to be going through at that time. Unable to truly communicate with such creatures there would be no real way at ever finding out.
A link was there with he and Auldwin, however faint it was. It wasn't so much a fully functioning link of awareness that Spiritists and Ghosts felt together. Someone trained to handle the Possession of a Ghost could do marvelous things indeed, and sharing thoughts was the least of them. They could share the control of the body in a moments notice, or even when combining the most powerful Spiritists and the most powerful Ghosts, combine abilities, skills, and powers. For Caoin, inside of the darkness of her Possessed body, she would simply see faint images, some more clear than others. They would press themselves against the darkness, faint glowing outlines about them, as if a dark shape was blocking the sun causing a corona to exist around it. If she focused long enough these various shapes would come further into clarity, almost as if her eyes were adjusting to the view.
She could see the swaying grass where she lived, but with it was the feelings of fear and resentment. The distance all around her seemed so closed, as if where her sight of the grass ended, the entire world ended. It was as if that Sea of Grass created a prison meant to hold someone. The Drykas saw their land as freedom, perhaps a chance to test themselves and become closer with the wilderness, but in Auldwin's mind he saw it as a cage that held him. All of his feelings, all of his emotions were tied to that place, and no matter how he struggled he could never get away from it. Even with his wife potentially still living in Syliras, the pull of the place where he died to so strong that even years past hadn't truly eroded the bindings that kept him there. If there was anyway around such an obsession, Auldwin hadn't found it yet.
Secondly was the image of someone familiar. Should Caoin's eyes struggle long enough, it would almost appear to be her. A woman with a pale skinned complexion, long wavy dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Other features that defined her were not so clear within the blurred dreamlike state that overtook one being Possessed. It could only be known that this woman had a similar power within Auldwin's mind. She lingered past the cage of grass, like freedom. Between her and that cage seemed to be many obstacles however, as freedom was not so easily granted. There was confusion, confusion about whether or not she was as she seemed.
The thoughts of a Ghost were a difficult thing to truly comprehend. With all of his physical sensations removed upon death, that which was emotionally charged became more powerful. As more power was given toward inward feelings, they became sharper, and more easily manipulated. For this reason Auldwin often felt many things at a time, and it wasn't very often where one feeling overpowered all others. Happiness was never unaccompanied. Frustration wasn't without such brethren like self loathing and regret. To keep one sane while constantly battling all of these thoughts, many of which seemed negative, was quite a challenge. Auldwin still seemed to have his wits about him, but time, like it did with all things, would deteriorate everything he was, most likely.
Before she could feel, see, or understand anymore, his time within Caoin had come to an end. From within her core, visible to the outside world, thick black tar-like smoke began to pour from her lip and nose. From this smoke was created the form of Auldwin, starting from the legs and working upward. The misty column great as the intricate web-work of Soulmist connections receded from inside Caoin. Auldwin was giving up the claim to her mobility and retreating back to the outside world. It was like waking up from a sleep perhaps, as the body itself slowly reclaimed the strength it once had. For just a moment you had to learn how to maneuver once more, testing the strength of your own limbs just to see if you had the power to stand, or even shift your weight. The numbness that came from being Possessed wore away quickly.
The lethargy lingered for a time that ranged highly from person to person. Those that struggled inwardly, or felt the most tension or anxiety often became the most exhausted. Spiritists themselves often felt no real detriment in being Possessed because they were fully prepared, trained, and their possessive muscles, if such a thing could be imagined, were developed to handle the strain of Possession. It was possible a muscle or two could have been pulled, simply do to twisting or moving improperly while inside of the body, but it was rarer for a Human during Auldwin's Possessions since he understood those bodies the most intricately.
As the last bit of Soulmist freed itself from inside Caoin, Auldwin looked down at the girl checking for any signs of motion. Even while he had taken a moment to walk about inside of her form, simply to test his own understanding of Possession a small bit, he had made sure to sit her back down before exiting. She would eventually find herself in a similar position to the one she had been in before being Possessed, although it was difficult to tell just how much time had passed since then. Time during Possession was much like time during a spell of sleeping, it moved quickly and elapsed in a far different manner than while awake. Auldwin's length of Possessing Caoin had been relatively short regardless, so at least it wasn't like losing a large portion of the day.
"Caoin? Caoin you hear me? You awake?" he asked, waving his spectral hand in front of her face, trying to get her to regain her senses more quickly. He hadn't really ever interrogated anyone after an instance of Possession, not that anyone would really want to talk about it after such a thing, but in finally dealing with a willing subject Auldwin was quite interested in finding out just how Caoin dealt with it all. "How you feel? How did it go? You ok?" he continued with his questions, his voice showing both concern and interest in this newest Ghostly experiment.
