The Pinnacle
04-17-2018, 09:28 AM
Something stirred.
He felt it first as a subtle shift in the air, something he could easily blame on the Pinnacle itself, or just the flux of the Rift. It wasn't until the smell of it, pure and celestial and sharp, hit him that he furrowed his brows, and paid it real mind. The threads of Hope he'd been following in his mind were.. stronger. Brighter. Vaguely uneasy, and not quite sure why, Kisamoa opened his eyes.
A silhouette stood in the glow, not unlike his own, but far more refined—lithe and elegant were he was crude and unshapely, well-formed antlers rising from a becoming head.
The unease deepened. Kisamoa's ears angled forward, his tail twisting behind him, teeth itching.
It stepped from the blue light, further and further, until it revealed itself to be a warmly rust-colored deer, but about as overgrown as Kis himself. Its eyes smoldered and blazed. All the Hopelights, including his own, swarmed around its head, mirrored by the sparks from its tines.
Kisamoa vibrated like an engine, caught between his desires to just fight it here and now and curiosity; who was this? What was it here for? Why had it awoken now? He'd never seen it before, and yet, it was familiar...
She spoke, her voice both light and deep at the same time, warm and comforting, but it only served to further his discomfort. Hope, her name was, a physical manifestation of what they had done the past few seasons, a crowning achievement that was not his.
He was the one who had brought her into the world, because he had found the lost hope floating around in the space between realities, and he had brought it back into the world. Her eyes fixed on him, promised help in fixing what was broken, and with effort he silenced the urge to shout at her that he was doing fine on his own! He didn't need her help!
He, who had not managed to fix anything for nearly a year.
Kisamoa's ears fell back, his nostrils slits, and his dark eyes fell accusingly on the Matron. Had she known this all along? Planned this all along? Had she used him to further her own cause, to bring this.. rival, this creature of purity and light, into the Rift?
He wanted to fight them both. The Rift's populace was his.
He felt it first as a subtle shift in the air, something he could easily blame on the Pinnacle itself, or just the flux of the Rift. It wasn't until the smell of it, pure and celestial and sharp, hit him that he furrowed his brows, and paid it real mind. The threads of Hope he'd been following in his mind were.. stronger. Brighter. Vaguely uneasy, and not quite sure why, Kisamoa opened his eyes.
A silhouette stood in the glow, not unlike his own, but far more refined—lithe and elegant were he was crude and unshapely, well-formed antlers rising from a becoming head.
The unease deepened. Kisamoa's ears angled forward, his tail twisting behind him, teeth itching.
It stepped from the blue light, further and further, until it revealed itself to be a warmly rust-colored deer, but about as overgrown as Kis himself. Its eyes smoldered and blazed. All the Hopelights, including his own, swarmed around its head, mirrored by the sparks from its tines.
Kisamoa vibrated like an engine, caught between his desires to just fight it here and now and curiosity; who was this? What was it here for? Why had it awoken now? He'd never seen it before, and yet, it was familiar...
She spoke, her voice both light and deep at the same time, warm and comforting, but it only served to further his discomfort. Hope, her name was, a physical manifestation of what they had done the past few seasons, a crowning achievement that was not his.
He was the one who had brought her into the world, because he had found the lost hope floating around in the space between realities, and he had brought it back into the world. Her eyes fixed on him, promised help in fixing what was broken, and with effort he silenced the urge to shout at her that he was doing fine on his own! He didn't need her help!
He, who had not managed to fix anything for nearly a year.
Kisamoa's ears fell back, his nostrils slits, and his dark eyes fell accusingly on the Matron. Had she known this all along? Planned this all along? Had she used him to further her own cause, to bring this.. rival, this creature of purity and light, into the Rift?
He wanted to fight them both. The Rift's populace was his.
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
Kis is upset and vibrating.
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
