Akvo City
02-09-2018, 12:38 PM
Kisamoa, labeled a god by some, had no need of malspira. He could fill his lungs up with water and it wouldn't do him much harm; it would be uncomfortable, but it wouldn't kill him.
Actually, he wasn't sure that he could die. Deicide—he had committed it, and he was born of it. The Helovian gods had died in the teeth of his fury and vengeance, but wasn't proof of his immortality in his very existence..? The dead gods he was made of had been killed, and ripped to pieces, stripped of their bones and blood, yet the remnants of their carcasses had coalesced out of sheer strength of will and Kisamoa had been born.
He wasn't interested in finding out how much truth there was to his theory, though, but he wasn't afraid of getting a little waterlogged.
The black deity swam steadily south and west, though, as with all things, he found himself wondering—a little too late—if that had been such a wise idea. For him it was no problem, but what if Ruwin had followed him directly into the waves..? The swim to Akvo City wasn't a walk in the park for a mortal, and if he had deigned to keep that in mind, he would've taken the land route until they were just north of the underwater city.
Oh, well. Too late for that anyway. If his companion started drowning, he'd just save him. No point in worrying about it in advance.
It was embarrassing.
Kisamoa ceased his movements, and instead sat in the waves like a monstrous, over-sized duck. The combination of his head and neck was somehow grotesque, an affront to the senses, and his black blood floated like oil stains around him. The shadowbeast drew a deep breath, and waited for his companions to join him, there above the city.
"Here we are," he said when they were gathered; with a sigh he turned his nostrils to slits and disappeared, with relative ease and grace, beneath the surface.
The light steadily faded as he dove, until finally, the gates of Akvo City loomed in front of him. He cast a glance behind him to see how the others fared, and then passed into the abandoned realm.
Actually, he wasn't sure that he could die. Deicide—he had committed it, and he was born of it. The Helovian gods had died in the teeth of his fury and vengeance, but wasn't proof of his immortality in his very existence..? The dead gods he was made of had been killed, and ripped to pieces, stripped of their bones and blood, yet the remnants of their carcasses had coalesced out of sheer strength of will and Kisamoa had been born.
He wasn't interested in finding out how much truth there was to his theory, though, but he wasn't afraid of getting a little waterlogged.
The black deity swam steadily south and west, though, as with all things, he found himself wondering—a little too late—if that had been such a wise idea. For him it was no problem, but what if Ruwin had followed him directly into the waves..? The swim to Akvo City wasn't a walk in the park for a mortal, and if he had deigned to keep that in mind, he would've taken the land route until they were just north of the underwater city.
Oh, well. Too late for that anyway. If his companion started drowning, he'd just save him. No point in worrying about it in advance.
It was embarrassing.
Kisamoa ceased his movements, and instead sat in the waves like a monstrous, over-sized duck. The combination of his head and neck was somehow grotesque, an affront to the senses, and his black blood floated like oil stains around him. The shadowbeast drew a deep breath, and waited for his companions to join him, there above the city.
"Here we are," he said when they were gathered; with a sigh he turned his nostrils to slits and disappeared, with relative ease and grace, beneath the surface.
The light steadily faded as he dove, until finally, the gates of Akvo City loomed in front of him. He cast a glance behind him to see how the others fared, and then passed into the abandoned realm.
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
@Ruwin & whoever wants to join in bringing Hope to Akvo City!
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
