The Portal
It wasn't my imagination. My eyes squeeze tighter as the sound comes closer and then suddenly stops. A small whimper escapes my maw as I prepare for the tearing of flesh and what I believe is my certain demise.
But it doesn't come. What comes instead is a deep gentle voice. "Are you okay little?"
I am rather surprised, and my eyes open to look on a rather terrifying face. I wonder, is it Kisamoa? He had destroyed mama's old home, but we had heard rumors of him being kind here in the rift... But like all gods, they could turn. Did Kisamoa play with his food? Was this all an act? But concerned lines were etched all over his huge monstrous face. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
For the moment my crying had been subdued, and silently I shook my head. In truth I hadn't checked. If I had I would have noticed the scraped knee's, but I had yet to even feel the pain. Despite his features, the creature spoke to me in kind soft tones. I felt inclined to trust him. But I was one to err on the side of caution.
"One so young should not be traveling out on their own. Are you lost?" The creature asks, and I spend a few moments wondering if I should grace him with my voice just yet. I decide not yet. I nod quietly, my eyes watching his every move, before slightly moving to watch the orb that had moved towards me. I recognized it. It was like the orb that the Watcher had given us. It's warm light exposed my tear stained face, but brought me some sense of peace. I watched it for a moment before looking to the behemoth once more.
Are you Kisamoa?
Notes; Lols. She thinks he's Kisamoa cause he's really big and a little scary x'D
talk talk talk talk
But it doesn't come. What comes instead is a deep gentle voice. "Are you okay little?"
I am rather surprised, and my eyes open to look on a rather terrifying face. I wonder, is it Kisamoa? He had destroyed mama's old home, but we had heard rumors of him being kind here in the rift... But like all gods, they could turn. Did Kisamoa play with his food? Was this all an act? But concerned lines were etched all over his huge monstrous face. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
For the moment my crying had been subdued, and silently I shook my head. In truth I hadn't checked. If I had I would have noticed the scraped knee's, but I had yet to even feel the pain. Despite his features, the creature spoke to me in kind soft tones. I felt inclined to trust him. But I was one to err on the side of caution.
"One so young should not be traveling out on their own. Are you lost?" The creature asks, and I spend a few moments wondering if I should grace him with my voice just yet. I decide not yet. I nod quietly, my eyes watching his every move, before slightly moving to watch the orb that had moved towards me. I recognized it. It was like the orb that the Watcher had given us. It's warm light exposed my tear stained face, but brought me some sense of peace. I watched it for a moment before looking to the behemoth once more.
Are you Kisamoa?
Notes; Lols. She thinks he's Kisamoa cause he's really big and a little scary x'D
talk talk talk talk
Rowan
Feels like we're on the edge right now
I wish that I could say I'm proud
I'm sorry that I let you down
I wish that I could say I'm proud
I'm sorry that I let you down
