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Kisamoa
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He wondered, when he had gone from cold, calculated, and precise, to lost and irrational. He wondered, as he stalked through the shadows of the world—bleeding, always bleeding, leaving a trail of black blood and charred prints—why he had done some of that which he had.

What siren call had he heard of redemption, absolution, and mercy? What, in a boy's broken life, had made him willing to cross so many boundaries that were never meant to be crossed?

He was desperate.

And the gods were silent. He wore their broken bodies because it was all that he had, the accidental fifth presence, the strange intersection of four ravaged deities, but the spaces around him were empty. The gods had abandoned their corpses for the allure of the spirit world, lurking as memories and shadows within their own haunted lands. They were, in a strange sense, at peace. Stubbornness and anger and sheer strength of will had pulled them from their graves, but now, they were home.

All but Vourib; he was a sullen, silent thing, barely there in the recesses of Kisamoa's mind.

It was like they didn't even notice that their lands were ravaged and befouled and broken—they were too dead to care.

But Kisamoa knew it. He felt it, how the earth was drained of its power and vigor, how the colors seemed just a little less vibrant day by day. Robbed of the gods' single-minded purpose and direction, he drifted.

Idly, he wondered if he had wanted to be a hero—if his attempts to pull the dead from the Scint River had been more than just a disturbed prank, a show of goodwill he knew would go wrong (though, he admitted, he had underestimated just how wrong). He wondered, and he drifted further, cloaked by the crocodile's magic. Caevoc's spine had fused to Kisamoa's. He barely noticed the pain anymore.

And at some point, as he drifted through the currents in between what was real and what was not quite so, he began to see something new.

They were tiny and bright, little sparks suspended in the air, as if they had snagged against the veil separating the Rift from the rest of the hungry void. At first, he paid them no more than wary glances, for they burned his tired eyes, but the more of them he found, the more.. the more he found himself inclined to touch them.

One day, he caved in. His plush muzzle, a little blood-smeared from his ravaged, green-glowing mouth, touched one of the sparks.

It was warm. It was pleasant. It—it felt good to touch.

It frightened him, in a sense, but everything he had tried to achieve had come crashing down around him, so he found himself too tired to properly be afraid. The lands still bled out the life force of the Rift, day by day, and he, an agent of destruction, was powerless to stop it. He had dragged the inhabitants of Helovia here, after ruthlessly killing their gods and several of their kin, but most of them had found ways to slip through his net and find other, maybe brighter, realms to live in.

Kisamoa, along with so many of his natives, and so many of the Helovians, had lost hope. He had waited for his world to die, and to die with it.

Until he touched that spark.

It stuck to him. It threaded its light voice through his mind, his bones, his blood, and he found himself thinking that maybe, maybe, things would be alright. He would find some way. They would find a way.

For every spark he touched, his certainty grew—as did the spark, now a ball of warm, pleasant light. How he brought it with him wherever he went he did not know, and he was afraid to question it, lest it break the spell.

And, at some point, he realized what it was that he had found: hope.

He stood in the light of the solar flowers in Solanis, his pasterns scorched and blistered by their touch—they had never been kind to him, those flowers—and his black blood dribbled from his spine down his rugged, scarred legs, hissing lightly where it touched the earth. A tiger-striped cloak hung from his shoulders, and somewhere behind him, a dark, shadowy demon stood, twirling a sword made of bone. The hissing of the blade cutting through the air somehow failed to sound dangerous.

Kisamoa pulled the shadows from himself, for the first time since the Scint had been swallowed. He breathed in the air, cold and crisp but with a hint of warmth to come.

"Will you come?" he asked of the world, and of those who were left—hope in his voice, hope in his heart.
beauty in darkness
kaos in light

:O What's going on?
Next Kisamoa post will be on the 19th December!

For clarification, these sparks are only visible if you're crawling along the divide between reality and "unreality", a place only Kisamoa can go. ^^ But, the big ball of it he's brought along, everyone can see!
.. and kaos opened up its eyes


Messages In This Thread
» Lost & Found - by Kisamoa - 12-08-2017, 08:36 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Gwyn - 12-08-2017, 02:18 PM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Roscorro - 12-08-2017, 08:59 PM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Taivas - 12-09-2017, 03:03 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Raein - 12-09-2017, 03:30 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Waker - 12-09-2017, 11:19 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Kiada - 12-11-2017, 07:59 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by K'yarie - 12-13-2017, 02:32 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Ruwin - 12-13-2017, 02:47 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Otem - 12-14-2017, 04:05 PM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Kisamoa - 12-19-2017, 08:27 PM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Otem - 12-20-2017, 07:46 PM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Kiada - 12-22-2017, 06:06 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Raein - 12-23-2017, 08:19 PM
RE: » Lost & Found - by K'yarie - 12-24-2017, 12:59 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Ruwin - 12-24-2017, 01:11 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Taivas - 12-24-2017, 07:32 PM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Waker - 12-29-2017, 03:30 PM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Roscorro - 12-29-2017, 11:00 PM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Kisamoa - 12-30-2017, 09:53 PM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Taivas - 12-31-2017, 09:55 PM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Roscorro - 01-01-2018, 02:40 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by K'yarie - 01-01-2018, 02:55 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Ruwin - 01-01-2018, 03:16 AM
RE: » Lost & Found - by Waker - 01-02-2018, 06:55 PM