Pokes || Loki & Orange
āā-Loki, obviously, was confused. All this time he had believed the other to be like him, to be an alternate version of him, but he wasnāt. They shared a name, but their varying personalities held more than what met the eye. āAye, thatās rather easy to tell, but how could you be forced to go through this before you were meant to?ā he asked with a perplexed expression. āDo you mean to say that someone has forced you into this stage? Or some unseen force?ā He had a feeling he already knew who.
The once akin Trickster slowly blinked his eyes closed and expanded his chest in a long intake and exhaust of breath only to slowly reopen his eyes. Softly, he rolls up the tethers of his cotton dawned wears, revealing something black and hard underneath, which soon followed something green and organic... and then, lastly, a hole. From this, a metallic, circulating, hallow orb and what laid inside, illuminating parts of the creature's insides were a series of bundled flowers, perched on dirt and grass with a stream of pure, glistening water flowing from the smallest creek that became a waterfall which appeared fell to nowhere.
"Because I held out too long," he spoke softly, almost to the point where no one could hear him say in a guilting tone.
"I tried... fight it. Fight me.Ā I wanted to stay who I was, who I thought I was, regardless of the fact change is the inevitability born to a creature such as I. First it was the besiege of fire, then the force of water, the quickness of lightening, and the breaths of air. And then more followed. Elements of varying kinds and degrees... now I am the sapling to nature, just as I was the ember to fire and so forth. Loki may have been the spark to finally purge e into my, what you would perhaps call, a cocoon, but it was mostly my own selfish ambition to stay the same that forced me to be this way... for how long, I do not know. Lengths always change, but never have I had this face forced upon me... I only ever willed it."
"... Forgive me... I am still Loki, God of Lies, Trickster, and herald of all things Chaos... but I am not you. I am not aĀ Loki, something the spiting Elenath had every right to accuse me of. I did take your name, but still, it was given to me just as yours and his, by the ones who you once, or still consider family."
