Scint River
The big shadows cranes his neck around you. His skin is warm and comforting and you press your body into him, releasing your sorrows as you bury your face into his fur. You haven't had much physical contact at all since mother left, let alone any sort of comforting gesture. You cherish the closeness for a moment. That is all you are allowed before the kaos god places his final bone-lamp.
The shriek was deafening. In invaded even your most intimate spaces, ringing through your brain like the whine of so many mosquitoes. You wince, your whole body seizing up as a phantom rises from the patterns created by the lights. It lunges toward you and a cry escapes your lips, which now feel unnaturally cold, cold enough that it stings and burns you. You can feel the warm flesh fall away, replaced by glowing vapors and exposing the bones of your jaw and muzzle. Your mouth opens wide and yowl in you fright and pain.
Meanwhile, spirits emerge from the other side of the void, and this kaos god's namesake comes to fruition.
There is a explosion of bodies and riotous shouting, ghostly figures leaping from their graves and the shadow-demon is swallowed up by the river. Your eyes flit about in a frenzy, not knowing where to look as motion erupts in every direction. You are taken back to the day you last saw mother, and your heart climbs into your throat, beating with great ferocity. The great big shadow (your father) has left, leaving you feeling exposed once again. In his place, a golden dragon stands before you, shielding you from the rest of them; that gives you a bit of comfort, even here in the middle of the whole shitstorm, barely knowing what's happening.
You feel about as helpless as you did the day you were dumped into this strange realm.
The shriek was deafening. In invaded even your most intimate spaces, ringing through your brain like the whine of so many mosquitoes. You wince, your whole body seizing up as a phantom rises from the patterns created by the lights. It lunges toward you and a cry escapes your lips, which now feel unnaturally cold, cold enough that it stings and burns you. You can feel the warm flesh fall away, replaced by glowing vapors and exposing the bones of your jaw and muzzle. Your mouth opens wide and yowl in you fright and pain.
Meanwhile, spirits emerge from the other side of the void, and this kaos god's namesake comes to fruition.
There is a explosion of bodies and riotous shouting, ghostly figures leaping from their graves and the shadow-demon is swallowed up by the river. Your eyes flit about in a frenzy, not knowing where to look as motion erupts in every direction. You are taken back to the day you last saw mother, and your heart climbs into your throat, beating with great ferocity. The great big shadow (your father) has left, leaving you feeling exposed once again. In his place, a golden dragon stands before you, shielding you from the rest of them; that gives you a bit of comfort, even here in the middle of the whole shitstorm, barely knowing what's happening.
You feel about as helpless as you did the day you were dumped into this strange realm.
@Volterra not really a stellar post and isn't vital to anything else happening but I felt I needed to get it up
also @Eira sorry for not responding, I just figured Varuna would be too distracted by everything else to hear her greeting <3
