Outsiders

S A O I R S E

Everything twisted and stretched around him in the most unnatural of ways. The boy barely believed himself as the light twisted figures into garbled versions of themselves, mixing and coalescing like various colours of paint.
 
He was detached from his own body – could not feel his heart beat heavily against his throat, or his wings for which they often hugged closely against his sides. In fact, he should have been clenching every fiber of his being in the uncertainty of the unknown that rippled within, throughout and beyond him. In blinding light and encroaching darkness, the voices continued to cry out and muffle below, right and left, behind and ahead. The swirling ceiling swayed at the tips of the boy’s ears, while KAOS’ voice rippled out with laughter.
 
It might have been seconds, or hours, when Saoirse was thrust out of the wormhole’s clutches. Spat out into the throes of a thick and humid forest.
 
Unprepared for the sudden drop in speed, the boy’s body smacked into the base of a wide, thick tree. The colt’s left side pummeled against the vines and wet foliage surrounding the hardy, bark-like texture. Giving the yearling’s body some give, before his legs gave out and crumpled onto the forest floor with a pained wheeze. A momentary pause in breath passed, before Saoirse’s ragged breathes returned. The tears that had gathered at the edges of his eyes before the rift, inevitably rolled down his cheeks without due concern. They burned disgracefully with salty reprise, gushing with each unabated blink as his wide eyes struggled to take on his new surroundings.
 
In a frantic motion, spurned by his fears of KAOS, the youth willed himself up and back to his feet. Surveying the ugly, florescent glow that bounced off the cable of vines and suffocating foliage. He was caged, alone with the darkness that momentarily flashed with teeth – and the bottomless depth of KAOS’ voice. Ringing out with a painful burst of noise; I am life – I bring LIFE!”
 
The events prior to entering the rift replayed in the boys mind. Unabated, Saoirse could not stop thinking about the caustic smoke, and the countless bodies torn apart from the inside out. Their flesh corroded within seconds, sent a strange and fascinated pulse of admiration for KAOS. Despite the Helovian’s cries of anger and wretched sorrows murmuring in the background, the boy was simultaneously trapped between awe and horror. Was life so fragile then? Must all life be brought anew with death and sacrifice? Saoirse could not distinguish the difference between the mortals who had perished, and the gods who had bled in vain for their safe passage.
 
Even the sun god had met his demise against KAOS. His god had failed him, his god was just as mortal as the individuals who had defied KAOS.
 
The boy shuffled in his spot. He finally dipped down his head, and wiped the tears away from his cheeks, considering the dangers inhabiting this strange and odd forest. He wondered briefly how he might escape it – but as he lifted his dulled gaze to the forest ceiling, the foliage nearly blotted out the sky ahead. If you could call it a sky; Saoirse couldn’t tell from the heavily laced silhouettes of tree limbs, and vines.

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@Sabia
- open to anyone!

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Magics:
N/A

Enchanted items
N/A

Regular items
[ Item: Leather Bag | A medium leather bag with magnetic clasps. ]

Rift-god / Kaos items
N/A

Amulets : 1 Spark Amulet

Companion/s :
N/A

Species change (if applicable) : N/A

Requests:
Would love something dramatic to happen to him somehow, good or bad? IDK, XP
Thank-you <3