Rainforest Cliffs
09-05-2017, 04:21 PM
It was, probably, a good thing the conversation about dead fathers ended, and that the one about what, precisely, he needed bones for didn't come up. Instead, he found himself simply faced with the question of what type of corpse he needed. "A dead one?" he said, his voice rough, his jaws mismatched—but was that..a humorous glint in his eye? Or, was he implying that there were not-quite-dead corpses around?
Maybe, a little bit of both, but what came next shocked the deity into stillness. "Race you to the top!" she declared, lifting her sparkling body into the air. Kaos found himself down on the wet sands, the thunder rumbling at his back, the waves rising higher and higher, rain lashing down—staring at her.
He just.. didn't understand. He knew the nature of her magic, the reason why her gold hide sparked and arced, but he couldn't understand why it did. It seemed that the longer they'd been on the beach, the more she'd sparked, and he couldn't understand it. She seemed genuinely unhinged, as far as the horses went, and that was why he did not believe her afraid, or deceitful.
So what was it, then? And why this.. dare? He raised his head as far as he could, which was considerable. Race her to the top? Please, he was Kisamoa, he could defy physics with relative ease, he could pluck her from the sky like a sparrow and make her the next corpse.
Why, then, did he feel his lips pull into an ugly grin? Why was he throwing himself against the constant shifting of his body, wishing he could control it? Why was he—
His mismatched feet, claws and paws and hooves, kicked up the wet sand as he surged into motion, leaping up the mountainside with more strength than grace. He couldn't fly, but he had no need of paths. He could go where he wanted. All he had to do was exert himself, and he did, as he scaled the tall cliff.
A gods versus a mortal. It didn't seem fair.
One with wings versus one without wings. That didn't seem fair, either.
Life isn't fair. His sides rose and fell slightly faster than they had on the beach.
[ Up to you who makes it up first! He's just standing at the top of the cliff now. He ..mountain goat leaped his way up, p much. @Castiella ]
Maybe, a little bit of both, but what came next shocked the deity into stillness. "Race you to the top!" she declared, lifting her sparkling body into the air. Kaos found himself down on the wet sands, the thunder rumbling at his back, the waves rising higher and higher, rain lashing down—staring at her.
He just.. didn't understand. He knew the nature of her magic, the reason why her gold hide sparked and arced, but he couldn't understand why it did. It seemed that the longer they'd been on the beach, the more she'd sparked, and he couldn't understand it. She seemed genuinely unhinged, as far as the horses went, and that was why he did not believe her afraid, or deceitful.
So what was it, then? And why this.. dare? He raised his head as far as he could, which was considerable. Race her to the top? Please, he was Kisamoa, he could defy physics with relative ease, he could pluck her from the sky like a sparrow and make her the next corpse.
Why, then, did he feel his lips pull into an ugly grin? Why was he throwing himself against the constant shifting of his body, wishing he could control it? Why was he—
His mismatched feet, claws and paws and hooves, kicked up the wet sand as he surged into motion, leaping up the mountainside with more strength than grace. He couldn't fly, but he had no need of paths. He could go where he wanted. All he had to do was exert himself, and he did, as he scaled the tall cliff.
A gods versus a mortal. It didn't seem fair.
One with wings versus one without wings. That didn't seem fair, either.
Life isn't fair. His sides rose and fell slightly faster than they had on the beach.
[ Up to you who makes it up first! He's just standing at the top of the cliff now. He ..mountain goat leaped his way up, p much. @Castiella ]
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
