The Portal
You try to make your legs work but they won't listen.
Your body lays splayed in weird angles in the dirt; this limb that way, this one the other way; two over-large wings limp at your sides. You look like an insect that's been swatted from the sky by a giant.
Your head swims with the sounds of bedraggled peoples wailing and scrambling about like mad; reticence lost in a whirlwind of terror and darkness. Their voices rise together into a deafening uproar, like a crescendo of hysteria that leaves the infant boy—you, dumped right out of the sky into the middle of the whole charade—reeling.
You can't make sense of it. Your un-molded mind can't possibly grasp what has happened to you. Pinprick nostrils tremble with short bursts of air, one after the other like beads on a rosary. Your prayers will go unanswered: the gods you were born to are dead. Of course, you care not for the likes of "gods" (or the others mortals, for that matter). You only care about mother.
One moment there was thick black smoke chasing you to the corner of the world, mother nudging you faster on your too-long legs, fragile as matchsticks as they grappled over the treacherous ground. Then...
Panic, the heavy boom- bOOM- BOOM- of your heart in your ears, a heavy drumbeat drowning out the rest of the world as the sky began to crumble. She was there, and then, she wasn't. Where did she go? Your chimera eyes seem to be swimming in water, flitting around in a frantic stupor, seeing everything, and nothing.
Black lips clutch a black feather, bent and wet with saliva. It is mostly crumpled, but it smells of mother, and it trembles between your milk-teeth as frail as a leaf. Arcs of white light flicker in and out of your mouth, harmless. It is as if wild Azulee is with you.
But she isn't—your mother is gone, and the feather she gave you is the only pacifier you will ever know.
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/ooc. Varuna is laying in the midst of the hoopla, disoriented and overwhelmed and off to the side of where all the vol kids are gathering. He's chewing on a wakiya feather Azulee gave him, which is mostly ruined now. Currently unknown what happened to Azulee.
Magics:
Ability to desiccate organic matter by pulling water to surface.
Enchanted items: nada
Regular Items:
Wakiya feather that sparks harmlessly, taken from Azulee
Primary feather from Azulee's wing; tied into his mane, sparks harmlessly
Rift-god / Kaos items: none
Amulets: 0
Companion/s: none
Species change (if applicable): n/a
Your body lays splayed in weird angles in the dirt; this limb that way, this one the other way; two over-large wings limp at your sides. You look like an insect that's been swatted from the sky by a giant.
Your head swims with the sounds of bedraggled peoples wailing and scrambling about like mad; reticence lost in a whirlwind of terror and darkness. Their voices rise together into a deafening uproar, like a crescendo of hysteria that leaves the infant boy—you, dumped right out of the sky into the middle of the whole charade—reeling.
You can't make sense of it. Your un-molded mind can't possibly grasp what has happened to you. Pinprick nostrils tremble with short bursts of air, one after the other like beads on a rosary. Your prayers will go unanswered: the gods you were born to are dead. Of course, you care not for the likes of "gods" (or the others mortals, for that matter). You only care about mother.
One moment there was thick black smoke chasing you to the corner of the world, mother nudging you faster on your too-long legs, fragile as matchsticks as they grappled over the treacherous ground. Then...
Panic, the heavy boom- bOOM- BOOM- of your heart in your ears, a heavy drumbeat drowning out the rest of the world as the sky began to crumble. She was there, and then, she wasn't. Where did she go? Your chimera eyes seem to be swimming in water, flitting around in a frantic stupor, seeing everything, and nothing.
Black lips clutch a black feather, bent and wet with saliva. It is mostly crumpled, but it smells of mother, and it trembles between your milk-teeth as frail as a leaf. Arcs of white light flicker in and out of your mouth, harmless. It is as if wild Azulee is with you.
But she isn't—your mother is gone, and the feather she gave you is the only pacifier you will ever know.
/ooc. Varuna is laying in the midst of the hoopla, disoriented and overwhelmed and off to the side of where all the vol kids are gathering. He's chewing on a wakiya feather Azulee gave him, which is mostly ruined now. Currently unknown what happened to Azulee.
Magics:
Ability to desiccate organic matter by pulling water to surface.
Enchanted items: nada
Regular Items:
Wakiya feather that sparks harmlessly, taken from Azulee
Primary feather from Azulee's wing; tied into his mane, sparks harmlessly
Rift-god / Kaos items: none
Amulets: 0
Companion/s: none
Species change (if applicable): n/a
