VARUNA
The trunked creature took notice of him, waving its absurdly long nose in greeting. Varuna made no motions of acknowledgement but listened to her words with hearkened ears. Hello there. Have you come to join in our efforts to bring hope to the world? "Hope?" He questioned. He wasn't sure what she meant by that. Was there no hope to be found in the world already? Varuna wasn't all that familiar with it, himself. How does one go about gathering up hope to give to the world? Before his question could be answered, the beast turned to the others who had gathered. She spoke of lands whose hope had left them. That made more sense to him. He remembered his own home, long lost, swallowed by shadows. It was hard to tell now if it had ever been real, but he understood hope to mean what was lost when he was dumped out of the sky and into this strange place between worlds. The golden filly turned to him, explaining that a few of them had banded together. Is that how they meant to bring the hope back? "Where is Halyven?" Varuna had never been part of a herd. He was skeptical of these monsters, who reminded him of gods. All he had ever known of gods was deceit and abandonment. The chaos god had taken his mother. He was skeptical of their intentions. Mismatched eyes met those of the trunked creature, the one who had spoken, with a cold stare. "Who are you?" but calm your heart the dark is still the dark |
@Otem