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The Leebawan had been born in mud and misery but had learned glory and the brightness of life once again. They sang with the Wood Elves. All of them sang to the direction of their conductor, the Elven Queen Glad-Real-All. -------------- In one spot a massive creature crashed down, the fiery impact of the meteor giving time for the life inside to establish itself. It drove roots deep, cracking bedrock to look for what it hungered for. It quickly developed giant book lungs to stir and clean the air. It shuddered with the pain of the infections that wracked its body, but still it grew. Biological battle-screen projectors swelled to life, protecting the infection from even orbital guns. A shell began to form, allowing the tissue inside to form without constant attack. It sent out tentacles that, even as they died, left behind soil more condusive to the new life than the old. 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Great crystals wrapped around the stick and he could see a gold and silver fluid flowing around the stick. "As you wish, " Ukk said. His people were a small one that none had ever cared about before. The Lady had brought back the fish both great and small, had returned the birds that sangs and screeched, had even called up again the little lizards that Ukk remembered from his youth. **With you shall travel my servants, Elanteer the Brave, Karl the Undying Mechanek. to guide and keep you during your travels and troubles, ** the Queen said. From beneath moss stood up a great black warsteel Mechanek, its armor breached but its eyes still red. Mushrooms bloomed from the cracks in its shoulders and backs, crystals grew from the rents in its chest and legs, a burning sword in its hand. Elanteer was clad in armor of crystal and living lace. Armed with a sword of crystal and wood. Together Ukk-uk-huk and his two companions headed for the Heart of Darkness. 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They crushed and destroyed the organs they found, severed the nerve cables that writhed in their way, smashed the creatures that the Pulsing One sent to fight. -------------- The Black Knight fell to a huge creature with massive bladearms that managed to shatter the crystal protecting the rents in his chest. He died with his fist around the creature's heart. He gave out a great trumpet-like death cry that shook the entire Obscene Citadel. In his death nanospores poured from the mushrooms, streamed from the rents in his armor, turning the tissue everywhere black as the Rohan Class nanospores attacked the tissue of the Pulsing One. Ukk was wounded by a skinny creature with a stinger that fell from the ceiling and clung to his back, jabbing the stinger deep into his side. Elanteer swept it off Ukk's back with his sword. Together the Elf and Leewbawan struggled on. Fever gripped Ukk, but Elanteer half carried him onward. They fought deeper and deeper into the Obscene Citadel, until, finally, they reached the Heart of Darkness. It was a great pulsating organ, like twisting coral piled high. The last of the Pulsating One's soldiers attacked. Elanteer stood between Ukk and the foul creatures that burst from blister-like sacks inside the great cavity, his own sword of crystal and wood in one hand and the burning warsteel of the Black Knight in the other. He danced a dance of death, singing out his own death song as he did so, the blades flashing as he killed one after another. Ukk dove into the black viscous fluid around the brain. It burned his skin, tried to dissolve his transparent inner eyelids, but he felt the Queen's touch on his brow and pressed on, one hand tight around his spear. Ukk scrambled up the pedestal of bone and sinew the great pulsating mass sat atop of, used his claws on his hands to climb the mass itself. As he reached the top Elanteer fell beneath the last of his enemies, their blades in one another's hearts. Ukk lifted the spear over his head, the same spear he had carried the night he had learned of jawnconnor, and thrust down into the mass. It ripped through the outer shell, the magic of the Marine KaBar tearing through the hard chitin. As is drove deep into the neural tissue beyond the crystal cracked, leaking the gold and silver fluid. The creature screamed, once, before the nanites shredded it, absorbed its genomic code, and transmitted it to the Queen. Ukk rolled on his back and stared upwards as the shell split and the fibrous tissue gave way until he could see the stars. There he laid. He watched the stars, breathing heavy, his body wracked with fever. As the two moons rose he saw a delicate creature fly from the trees on gossamer wings. It lifted him up, and carried him to the tree. There, it sang songs of healing and love, nursing him back to health. Eventually Elanteer-5, who had been born whole, came for him. Ukk limped back with Elanterr-5, who had been born whole with the scar down his face that Elanteer-3 had received from a great creature, until he saw his old burrow. It had soft moss inside and the Leebawan gratefully sunk down onto it. In his hand, he held his spear. The stick he had gathered that fateful night, the KaBar he had been given as a gift. The others croaked and clicked to him to tell them what he had seen, what he had done, but he found he had no words. He lived out the rest of his life, long by the standards of his people, hopping beside Elanteer, even as the Wood Elf was reborn whole. He never forgot the lessons of jawnconnor or the quest to pierce the black heart. And he never let go of his spear. 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I don't think I can agree with what you say about sharing with others your deep, crippling depression, and being met with the greatest intimacy possible. You have found a place, a sense of belonging. You have a loving father, husband, and children, and have obviously been met with tremendous compassion and support. Even when you feel distanced by your depression, they are there, waiting for you to get through. And most importantly, you are accepted, even in the midst of that depression. That has not been the case for me, and the kinder thing for me to do is to respect that people don't want to know. They don't want to have to respond to that level of pain, they are uncomfortable witnessing that kind of burden. Even the telling of it, demands a degree of intimacy on the part of the listener that they often did not want to gift you, and are actually quite uncomfortable with. Another response is the fixer, where you are not met with compassion, but rather all the things you're not doing but should be doing, and therefore the underlying message is you are to blame for this. At a time when your self esteem and self worth are virtually non existent, and your sense of shame and self loathing are so great you are trying in every way to figure out a reason to go on, they meet you with, if you just follow my advice you wouldn't be in this position. Advice like: you just need to get out more, you need to stop feeling so sorry for yourself, or you're just not getting enough exercise and the like. And while well intended and even in some cases true, the undercurrent of blame is placed squarely on your shoulders at a time when even gathering enough wherewithal to get into the shower seems insurmountable, and just cleaning your house is a huge accomplishment. Over and over again, it becomes crystal clear that deep down, you know, you have no place, there is no bridge, and you are completely and utterly alone. But the worse case scenario is when words like, lazy, self pity, self indulgent, and loser become synonymous with the word depression. Compassion requires a willingness to not necessarily feel someone else's pain, but the ability to exercise a measure of empathy and acknowledgement that what that person is experiencing is very real. It is a willingness to actually hear and see the other person, without feeling like you need to fix it or find a reason for it, or affix judgement and blame to it. It is the simple act of truly listening, asking how can I help, or just being willing to give a hug. There are very few people in my experience that can step outside of their own self interest and personal discomfort to meet another person in that space of acceptance and kindness. I have not had the pleasure of meeting one.
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Acknowledge it make friends with it. But Acknowledgement aside I'm not at all sure if this is depression negative emotions. Because aside from the 'depressive periods' if thats what is) I consider myself a very positive outgoing person and I'm known to be very energetic and happy by my friends. I feel stupid labelling myself as depressive because I might be just making something huge out of somethings thats not it. So I dont. Talking about it makes me feel like an attention whore. Because who doesn't have problems in this world.
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