07-25-2018, 10:02 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]A similar unknown force had been what had carried Myliu's paws towards the Ascendants, as if this was exactly where he was supposed to go and be. He didn't fit in, not perfectly at least, and after what he had been told was a rather... chilling display of power a few nights back... he fit in even less. The unknown forces seemed to be wrong in bringing him here. He belonged somewhere else, somewhere where they wouldn't look at him strangely or with fear (was it fear? He wasn't good at telling) and live his life.
He was strange. That much he knew, or at least had steadily begun to realize. No one else acted like him, no one else seemed to see the words and the faces or hear the whispers in their ears. The fires that burned before his eyes were seen only by him, and each night when he woke up in a cold sweat there was no one there to make him feel better, for no one else knew what it was they could save him from.
Not everyone felt this way, it seemed. Pimostra, for one, appeared content enough to have appeared at the border, to join like countless others had. That's a new word he had learned: Join. It meant someone was coming here and staying. He hadn't ever joined, hadn't ever stated he joined... but he was here, wasn't he? That meant he was subject to this place's rules.
"Hello. Help, or join?" still, his vocabulary was limited, and this was all he managed to sharply grit out as he approached her, unnervingly still gaze boring into her.
He was strange. That much he knew, or at least had steadily begun to realize. No one else acted like him, no one else seemed to see the words and the faces or hear the whispers in their ears. The fires that burned before his eyes were seen only by him, and each night when he woke up in a cold sweat there was no one there to make him feel better, for no one else knew what it was they could save him from.
Not everyone felt this way, it seemed. Pimostra, for one, appeared content enough to have appeared at the border, to join like countless others had. That's a new word he had learned: Join. It meant someone was coming here and staying. He hadn't ever joined, hadn't ever stated he joined... but he was here, wasn't he? That meant he was subject to this place's rules.
"Hello. Help, or join?" still, his vocabulary was limited, and this was all he managed to sharply grit out as he approached her, unnervingly still gaze boring into her.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden