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For the second time this week, I walk to my window at night only to find a cat sitting outside, already looking in my direction. We stare at each other for a moment, then I close the curtains or he leaves.
I can't help but feel it's meaningful.
*flies directly overhead*
lies down on the grass. waow. what is that
*something flies past in the distance*
squints at the sky. man it really would be helpful if my telescope was properly calibrated. I'd actually be able to see what flew past in the distance. shame shame.
@the-first-to-fall | Continued from here
Interesting. So, his only requirement for being classified as a god is either having the ability to live forever and still be vulnerable to death or simply not being able to die? If she were to follow his reasoning then, yes, she would indeed be considered a “god” (she still felt uneasy thinking about it this way). But, she more or less was immortal, even for the more generalized standards, provided that her egg remained unscathed.
Hmm. But that would make him a god as well. Would that imply that he was to kill himself as well? She couldn’t fathom why anyone, god or no god, would want to destroy themselves for simply being considered a celestial being? Wasn’t that the duty of the one who was responsible for ending lives on this world? It did not make sense to her. Perhaps, she mused, it had something to do with his twisted and corrupted aura?
The only cases where creatures had resisted their fate were some stray beings from her world who hadn’t wanted to end when they had lived their full lifespan. When their time had come, they had struggled against their inevitable fate, sending spikes of hatred and fury towards her. She couldn’t comprehend why they had targeted her. She was only carrying out the duty she had been given with no regards to favoritism. Even she herself wasn’t spared. Maybe it had been less frequent, but she had dutifully refolded herself when she knew her end approached.
But as far as she remembered, she had unfolded herself not too long ago. The next cycle was still far in the future, so why would this being take it upon himself execute her refolding? The confusion was visible in her body language.
“If that is your sole requirement, then I would indeed be considered a, god, as you have put, but, tell me, why would you concern yourself with my lifecycle? As far as I can recall, my last refolding had occurred fairly recently, so there would be no reason for you to be involved in my rebirth.”
@ask-arclight-varus | Continued from here
A worried gleam reflected off her ruby eyes. This human was clearly hurt and needed help. Why would he-
Suddenly a dark… presence made itself known, seeping through the cracks of his aura. It was difficult to distinguish, but she could sense that it was a separate entity that had somehow managed to attach(?) itself to his essence. It didn’t belong there, but why was it still here? Was he not able to expel it from his person before?
Despite the overwhelming fatigue, her crest and the pointed protrusions framing her face still rose sharply in response to the rising level of danger, but the moment she noticed it, she forced them to lower. However, she wasn’t able to make them lay completely flat again, the compulsion to keep a safe distance was too strong. She reflexively lifted her wings a little from their lowered position, trying to resist the urge to immediately take off.
She had no way of knowing when this…separate being would attack or try to harm her already relatively fragile body, but she wasn’t willing to just leave him alone, like the human had suggested. What would he be able to do on his own when he was this damaged?
Suddenly an idea popped into her head. Perhaps he knew any other humans who might be able to assist him? If so, then hopefully, they would be able to help him further when she couldn’t really do anything for him with her awkward size. Compared to her, he was no bigger than one of her claws, after all.
“Please excuse me, but like I have stated before, I am not willing to leave someone who might have needed my help. But seeing as I am not able aid you anymore directly, I must ask you if you have any acquaintances who might be able to help you in your state.”
If he did, then she could guide them here, or if they weren’t able to get to him, she would be forced to transport him herself, even with his severe wounds and dark entity housing within him.
@ask-arclight-varus | Continued from here
She held her damaged limb away from her body, trying to will it to heal faster, but to no avail. The acid-like substance ate faster through the paper than she could generate them, threatening to fully dissolve her wing. In contrast to the dire situation of that appendage, the torn paper along her chest was repairing itself quite quickly, only the middle part of the tear remaining unclosed.
She lowered herself to a sitting position, trying to conserve energy in order to direct it to her wing, just in time to catch his words. Help? She wasn’t sure if a human could directly aid her in this situation. He didn’t even know her and vice versa. She had no way of knowing his intentions, but regarding her current situation, she might be forced to trust him eventually.
“I…” She blanked out. What had happened? The moment she tried to recall anything, nothing surfaced. Only flashes of all-consuming pain rippling through her body and the sharp, unforgiving wind rushing past her, further damaging the paper.
“I… I can’t… remember?” Her core spiked in response to the rush of panic she felt, little tendrils of energy lashing out, uncontained by her damaged chest. How was it possible that she just lost her memories of the past events?! No, she couldn’t afford to lose her grip on her emotions now, not in front of this unfamiliar human. Forcing her magic to calm, she turned to the human to answer his second question.
“Well, I am unsure what you might be able to do in order to assist me," Her body trembled in pain, the quiet sound of soft rustling paper filled the air around her, like opening a book and letting the pages flutter past your fingers while skimming through the text, "However, why do you offer your assistance to something like me?" Despite the burning sensation of the irreversibly damaged wing, she still needed to know why he wished to help her, while seemingly wanting nothing in return.
Her kin mostly communicated through sensations and feelings, emotions, to get their message across, so if this one was going to lie, she would be able to detect it in his aura. If she was going to attempt her seemingly inevitable plan, she had to be absolutely sure of his personality, what kind of person she was facing right now and what he was planning to do with her, should she trust him, even though he had not shown her any hostile behavior from the start.
''...Another foolish god, even the pheonix shall end.''
God?She knew what the humans considered gods: powerful beings, capable ofincredible feats of strength or magic transcending the limitations of theirbodies, who were able to acquire something the ordinary inhabitants of thisworld couldn’t. But herself? She knew she didn’t possess any of thesecharacteristics. So, what made this being address her as such?
“You… You would call me a god?” Now she was curious. “What had led you to come to this conclusion?”
Speaking about him, he radiated a rather warped kindof energy, like forcing a random key to fit into the wrong keyhole, compressingand inadvertently mutilating it. And then trying to use it for another keyhole.She didn’t know what had happened to him, but thought that it was best toexercise caution.
He was right about one thing: the longer she stayed inthis world, the higher the chance she wouldn’t survive. It was truly filledwith danger, seeing as she, sadly, wasn’t as resilient as the average human. Inher own world, she would simply fold herself into a compact egg and wait forher energy to return before refolding herself into her current body.
“Well, you are correct on that fact.”, she paused,“The probability that I will meet my end here is rather… high.”
@the-first-to-fall
❛ You want to end this now? ❜
“It isperhaps for the best, is it not?”
She quietly addressed the creature standing beforeher. In her talons, she held a small Papercraft bird. It looked as if it hadbeen folded without the person or entity in question looking at it. And thenthey decided to crumble it up to throw it away and begin over since it didn’tlook salvageable.
Using her own power to separate the magic inhabitingthe poorly folded bird from their body, she absorbed the small light withinherself (for safekeeping) and flattened the paper that had been left over with her claws.
Picking it up with her beak, she deftly placed it inone of the many folds of the inner side of her right wing. The little bird hadsomehow managed to follow her into this world using the barely there wisps ofthe former connection between the two and as a result, got completely deformed,unable to withstand the unforgiving path leading to her.
It wouldn’t have survived either way, so she hadsimply stored it away and would refold it into something else when she wouldmanage to find her way back home again. She could see it beginning to fray,anyway.
@ex-retributionem
