Riptide Isles
08-01-2017, 03:26 PM
It is strange for her to feel so entirely at a loss, though if she thinks of about it, the lack of purpose makes her feel aimless. There is nothing to fight. Even the beasts don’t come to get her, though their glowing eyes follow her everywhere. She’d already tried the fruit of the Key (delicious) and the glowing mushrooms haven’t tempted her enough to risk dying. Dying is a bitch, even if she does come back after it. She still has to die and all, and being poisoned sounds like a shit way to go out. If she was willing to be honest she didn’t mind the scenery. It’s not like she cares if the place glows (she doesn’t actually need drugs here, it’s a constant acid trip) or if things snarl at her every damn minute. Though she would really, really like some mountains to snuggle herself into, or hell, at least to train in. Maybe training would give her something to do, because there weren’t even spars in this place. Everyone was too damn busy making sure their friends hadn’t died.
“Probably,” she says with an eye roll, just imagining what plans Kaos might have in store. Plans for the mortals and semi-mortals to watch them skitter around like mice in a maze that didn’t want to be put there in the first place. She sounds more like herself at that though, annoyance and curiosity all thrown into one word. It could be good, she knows. There’s all sorts of potential here that they don’t yet know about, but she’s not in the mood to be toyed with in the interim of getting there. She didn’t have a damn thing to do with the Rift Wars in the first place, and it’s not her fault Kaos let his home get ripped up. She doesn’t feel like loitering in this limbo waiting for whatever plans he has.
She listens as he talks about the roar that only he could hear, and it doesn’t sound crazy but rather likely. He wore a piece of this place already – a trophy in Helovia and a gravestone here. “What’s there to fear? He’s another damn god who thinks he can play with us. I’m annoyed I can’t do anything about it, though.” She flicks her tail, antsy and unable to do anything with it. This is more her than before though, clawing back to the surface despite her efforts to behave as she learned about The Rift.
We play the game, he says, and her mind whirls at that, screaming, but she keeps her mouth shut because he continues. What game though? That’s the problem. The Gods keep their secrets and make them guess and guess and what would happen if they just told the mortal peons of the world the plan in the first place. Wouldn’t it be more useful in the long run to tell them the point of all this? Their existence here saved the Rift, that much seems clear enough. But what was next? Because something, something, had to be next.
His lasts words bring that familiar half smile to her lips though, and she stops caring about whatever game Kaos wants to play. It’s only her and Nox and the sound of the roaring, broken ocean. “You don’t get to give up. I’m not done with you.” She reaches out to playfully bite at his mane, not sure she’ll actually catch it and not trying that hard. It feels good to simply be her though, wild and playful and for once, even meaning what she says.
“Probably,” she says with an eye roll, just imagining what plans Kaos might have in store. Plans for the mortals and semi-mortals to watch them skitter around like mice in a maze that didn’t want to be put there in the first place. She sounds more like herself at that though, annoyance and curiosity all thrown into one word. It could be good, she knows. There’s all sorts of potential here that they don’t yet know about, but she’s not in the mood to be toyed with in the interim of getting there. She didn’t have a damn thing to do with the Rift Wars in the first place, and it’s not her fault Kaos let his home get ripped up. She doesn’t feel like loitering in this limbo waiting for whatever plans he has.
She listens as he talks about the roar that only he could hear, and it doesn’t sound crazy but rather likely. He wore a piece of this place already – a trophy in Helovia and a gravestone here. “What’s there to fear? He’s another damn god who thinks he can play with us. I’m annoyed I can’t do anything about it, though.” She flicks her tail, antsy and unable to do anything with it. This is more her than before though, clawing back to the surface despite her efforts to behave as she learned about The Rift.
We play the game, he says, and her mind whirls at that, screaming, but she keeps her mouth shut because he continues. What game though? That’s the problem. The Gods keep their secrets and make them guess and guess and what would happen if they just told the mortal peons of the world the plan in the first place. Wouldn’t it be more useful in the long run to tell them the point of all this? Their existence here saved the Rift, that much seems clear enough. But what was next? Because something, something, had to be next.
His lasts words bring that familiar half smile to her lips though, and she stops caring about whatever game Kaos wants to play. It’s only her and Nox and the sound of the roaring, broken ocean. “You don’t get to give up. I’m not done with you.” She reaches out to playfully bite at his mane, not sure she’ll actually catch it and not trying that hard. It feels good to simply be her though, wild and playful and for once, even meaning what she says.
- weaver -
@Mortuus Nox
