Journey To The Heart Of The Empire
Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2021 5:40 pm
In the Brush of forest that surrounded the place the very air and space seemed it be rippling. Like water it rippled before a slit of violet light separated and created what looked to be some kind of portal. Through the slit it space and arm would reach out. A kitten would run out from the light as well down the arm and sat in the palm of the beings hand. A few breathes later and a cloaked figure would emerge from the very same light. It's headdress ordained with sapphires and amethyst crystals.. The being would take a few steps forward before taking it's free hand to remove it's hood revealing a head of pitch black hair. Eyes that pierced the darkness gleaming with light green appeal. It was Flux. "Oh Vas, sugar. You really gotta stop scampering off like that. You'll give mommy a heart attack." The last time he went off she got hitched on some crazy mission and almost got eaten by a Horseman. The wandering astral witch had been laying low for quite sometime since then. Hidden within the confines of many ruin in order to learn more of this world, and learned she had. Which brought her here through space to the Lonely Stone. A contact of hers was to rendezvous with her here to discuss something that Flux had been investigating. The origin of her father. The little cub would hop from her hand to her shoulder. She exhaled a deep breathe. She had been on the go so much she rarely took that time to rest comfortably. She had been chasing, searching, clawing for truth. To understand just what it was she was meant to do. Just who was she supposed to be. As such a low born being, what was she to inherit what will did she posses.
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"Huh? She thought she'd heard a voice. There was no one around her though and she was still a ways away from the tavern. She looked to Vas, had he chimed in via telepathy? She gazed at him curiously and the wide eyed cub tilted his head as he looked with a mirroring puzzled look. He was still just a baby familiar. At most he served as an amplification for her mantra, the catalyst of her source manifestation. Whelp, fuck it. It could've also just been a lingering thought trace from the ruins she picked through the other day. Sometimes it happens. Lingering consciousness trying to tether to something tangible. She pressed on. Making her way through the thickets of trees and bushes as little animals scurried off. Her eyes locked onto the Tavern she spotted a couple people outside. Two humans and a beastling. Creatures born in numerous environments. Pure descendants of various elven beings of the second turn. The physically manifestation of consciousness and naten. She has studied the origin of their race for a few decades. She is such an endearing lover and protector of animals. To meat descendants of now worshiped deities of nature and progression; Evolution. She has even spoken to one such being before. Many moons ago.We should go Vas. Don't want to keep our company waiting." She said with a smirk. She was nervous, she couldn't shake the foreboding thoughts of some form of impending doom. What she was dealing with was old older than all of the lore she had learned about. So the holder of anything pertaining to it must've found something from a similar age. She would soon find out as she reached the doors. Waving hi to the people around her before entering, steeling her resolve. She had come this far, from here on out there would be no turning back for the young Drachiot.
Who
Was
She?
We
"Huh? She thought she'd heard a voice. There was no one around her though and she was still a ways away from the tavern. She looked to Vas, had he chimed in via telepathy? She gazed at him curiously and the wide eyed cub tilted his head as he looked with a mirroring puzzled look. He was still just a baby familiar. At most he served as an amplification for her mantra, the catalyst of her source manifestation. Whelp, fuck it. It could've also just been a lingering thought trace from the ruins she picked through the other day. Sometimes it happens. Lingering consciousness trying to tether to something tangible. She pressed on. Making her way through the thickets of trees and bushes as little animals scurried off. Her eyes locked onto the Tavern she spotted a couple people outside. Two humans and a beastling. Creatures born in numerous environments. Pure descendants of various elven beings of the second turn. The physically manifestation of consciousness and naten. She has studied the origin of their race for a few decades. She is such an endearing lover and protector of animals. To meat descendants of now worshiped deities of nature and progression; Evolution. She has even spoken to one such being before. Many moons ago.We should go Vas. Don't want to keep our company waiting." She said with a smirk. She was nervous, she couldn't shake the foreboding thoughts of some form of impending doom. What she was dealing with was old older than all of the lore she had learned about. So the holder of anything pertaining to it must've found something from a similar age. She would soon find out as she reached the doors. Waving hi to the people around her before entering, steeling her resolve. She had come this far, from here on out there would be no turning back for the young Drachiot.