“Wait…that’s been the problem the entire time…”
Orvyns words, for the first time since the inauguration of their pact she was able to speak to her bearer. Kilik's anger was rooted in her mother's death, but she also inherited the fury of the dragon within her whose ancient vehemence has created a visor of hatred deep as the very seas. Born from how deplorably the surface world treated the world’s water. How humans came pillaging the horns of her ancestors, the great wars waged in defense of its borders. This old wrath mingled with her festering fury, deep-seated hatred of Zk and all the fae like him, all those on the surface care about was exploitation. This place that took her mother from her. She had never considered, before setting foot in Bhalia, how diverse the overworld truly was. A continent that managed to pull together a proverbial utopia where power was not feared but celebrated. A place where she was encouraged not to shy away from the greatness in her blood, but to let that power."Listen to me, my chosen; all things in the worlds, both seen and unseen, are like the seas we are born from. It all pushes and pulls, rises and falls, ebbs and flows. Cannot fight against the nature of the waves...so you must?"
"Flow..."
Since she was a little one she was always taught suppression, of her emotions, of her fury. To bottle it away, chain the dragon within, or risk hurting the ones she loved. But here, on land where the very soil lived in rhythmic harmony with its denizens, she could be...
"Free..."
The grove, her parents, were once the only notions of pride she held and true regard for. And when their lives were turned upside down by an operation gone wrong her vindication became the focal point of whatever pride she once held, replaced by an unrelenting desire for the destruction of Neovia. But why stoop to destroying something when it could serve a much greater purpose? As she experienced these levels of insight her naten began to resonate in kind. Her eyes gleamed brightly with a coral-pink flare. Her scale, sensitive to energy as they were, tantalized and tingled as she began to not try to tighten her grip, but instead, relished control. The way the energy of the planet began then to flow through her bequeathed to her a feeling that she could scarcely describe. Her rage, no matter how deep it ran for her was but a single spec in the whole of creation. Her ambitions, and her pride, up until now have been desire-sired in emotional nuance. Her purpose, could be, would be so much grander. Why settle for toppling a nation when you could reforge the whole of the continent itself? She now saw the grander scheme, a bigger piece to play in the retelling of fate.
"My Pride..."
The breathe that was once begun stolen from her returned to her as her her body became an even more efficent catalyst for shinjustu by the sencond. The howling winds that were almost deafing became distinguble from the creatures lving outside of the training dome. Millons of people places and things scoruing the nation all marching with the purpose of fortfying their homeland. IN this one sintant where the flow of natural energy reached his peaque could she feel thier wavelentgh like a sonnet of colors and emoionts, like ribboms flowing thorugh the winds in droves did she experince this but was not overwhelmed. But istead found her own note in it's song. The currents of the winds, how they mirrowd the waters of the lakes and seas. The trmebling of fet the tremors of the ocean. Life was connected on a scale that no amount of monk hood couldve afforded her. Qalen, his emotions, the pride love even he held for his people. It was vast, his dedication told it's own tale of hardships. He was not here by mistake or some weird twist of luck. He's fought for this, bled for this and was willing to risk his life everyday to see it though. Her feet became firmly planted within the sole eventually her stance would come to be comeplty fortfied against the storm her aura condesing around her hugging her tightly like a scond skin. Her horns became a deep cherry red whils the rest of her body emitaed a coral pink hue.
"My enitre life I have been amindesh to shackle, withhold, be modest. My family, short lived and short sited feared my power and only sought to contain me. BUt their...complacney in the world order is EXACTLY why my mother died. Fearing power, Fearing change. But I...?"
Her eyes faded from the embolden pink flare to a softer color revealing her retinas humming still with force. As the energy began to flow fluently through her she felt its nature invigorate her beyond belief. She could not hope to contend with the planet itself she didn’t need to, only to see her place within its order, her cog in its machinations. She struck a pose that of her martial arts form able to move with minor resistance in the wind. As she was she could feel her physical ability stagger as well as her magical prowess. It was…exhilarating.
“Will never shackle myself again”
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