11-04-2018, 01:55 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Myliu never cared much about gods. He believed in them, though not those that most claimed to believe in, but they had never been there for the man to care much about them. The gods would exist, and they would die, and Myliu would still exist, and then die as well when the voices stopped caring about him in turn. He didn't pray to some higher power for his survival; that was all just his own skill and prowess. Gods had nothing to do with it.
Or maybe they did. Who was he to say?
Either way, whether it be gods or fate or just coincidence, Agathe was the first to arrive on the scene, a leopardess not unlike some Myliu had seen before in both real life and visions. He watched her appear, violet gaze hooded and subconsciously turning wary, tail tip twitching nervously the closer she got. He didn't know if she was alive, or if she was just another one of the visions... and for safety reasons, the elected to believe the latter. It wasn't uncommon for new spirits to tag along on occasion, to speak to him in strange riddles and ways that seemed to make them all more alive than they actually were.
He chose to ignore her, not only because he didn't know if she could be trusted, but because half of the words she said didn't make sense to him to begin with. He vaguely remembered the word 'name,' as well as the name of the place he was in... but beyond that, the question fell on deaf ears. He grunted in response, gaze averting non-threateningly towards the side, waiting for something else to come, something he remembered and knew was alive.
Myliu didn't mourn. Sadness was a fleeting feeling in their heart, quick to either fade away completely or turn into a burning fire within their soul. Myliu knew anger, not soft nostalgia. He was a child who had never learned how to be gentle, and it was obvious when he had do face emotions stronger than the neutrality he was usually surrounded by. The wildness in his heart paired with visions that impaired his ability to think a lot of the time didn't mix well with reality and controlled emotional responses.
Perhaps Myliu wasn't trained in being gentle, but that didn't mean he didn't care. They weren't in tune with their own emotions as well as others were, but worry still managed to slip itself in between his ribs, furrowing the young man's brows together as he continued to peer at Gabriel from underneath the shawl that had replaced the skull he had been known to previously wear. A moment of silence passed, their gaze briefly slipping back towards Agathe, but still convinced she was nothing more than a vision, he returned his gaze back towards the one individual he knew was real.
"Gabriel..." their voice was much smoother than it had been before, breaking free of the yolk of childhood into something far more soothing and melodic. It was a stark contrast to the man's own rasp, but Myliu didn't seem to mind the grate, a hesitant smile splitting their features. His voice didn't matter - it was still Gabe beneath that, no matter how tired he seemed to be.
Another silence fell, but it was a calmer one as Myliu filtered through different phrases and words in his head, trying to search for something that would explain his reasoning for being at the doorstep of the Ascendant's territory. It took them a while (they hadn't needed to speak for a good few weeks now, and being so unaccustomed to speech to begin with made it hard to retain such memory), but eventually the words appeared, and he spoke.
"I return," the broken English was understandable enough, even if grammar wasn't his strong suit, and he hoped that Gabriel (or Agathe, depending on how real she was or wasn't) wouldn't give him hell for it. Talking was hard, and Myliu didn't quite feel like throwing a tantrum the moment he arrived because of something as simple as frustration.
Or maybe they did. Who was he to say?
Either way, whether it be gods or fate or just coincidence, Agathe was the first to arrive on the scene, a leopardess not unlike some Myliu had seen before in both real life and visions. He watched her appear, violet gaze hooded and subconsciously turning wary, tail tip twitching nervously the closer she got. He didn't know if she was alive, or if she was just another one of the visions... and for safety reasons, the elected to believe the latter. It wasn't uncommon for new spirits to tag along on occasion, to speak to him in strange riddles and ways that seemed to make them all more alive than they actually were.
He chose to ignore her, not only because he didn't know if she could be trusted, but because half of the words she said didn't make sense to him to begin with. He vaguely remembered the word 'name,' as well as the name of the place he was in... but beyond that, the question fell on deaf ears. He grunted in response, gaze averting non-threateningly towards the side, waiting for something else to come, something he remembered and knew was alive.
Myliu didn't mourn. Sadness was a fleeting feeling in their heart, quick to either fade away completely or turn into a burning fire within their soul. Myliu knew anger, not soft nostalgia. He was a child who had never learned how to be gentle, and it was obvious when he had do face emotions stronger than the neutrality he was usually surrounded by. The wildness in his heart paired with visions that impaired his ability to think a lot of the time didn't mix well with reality and controlled emotional responses.
Perhaps Myliu wasn't trained in being gentle, but that didn't mean he didn't care. They weren't in tune with their own emotions as well as others were, but worry still managed to slip itself in between his ribs, furrowing the young man's brows together as he continued to peer at Gabriel from underneath the shawl that had replaced the skull he had been known to previously wear. A moment of silence passed, their gaze briefly slipping back towards Agathe, but still convinced she was nothing more than a vision, he returned his gaze back towards the one individual he knew was real.
"Gabriel..." their voice was much smoother than it had been before, breaking free of the yolk of childhood into something far more soothing and melodic. It was a stark contrast to the man's own rasp, but Myliu didn't seem to mind the grate, a hesitant smile splitting their features. His voice didn't matter - it was still Gabe beneath that, no matter how tired he seemed to be.
Another silence fell, but it was a calmer one as Myliu filtered through different phrases and words in his head, trying to search for something that would explain his reasoning for being at the doorstep of the Ascendant's territory. It took them a while (they hadn't needed to speak for a good few weeks now, and being so unaccustomed to speech to begin with made it hard to retain such memory), but eventually the words appeared, and he spoke.
"I return," the broken English was understandable enough, even if grammar wasn't his strong suit, and he hoped that Gabriel (or Agathe, depending on how real she was or wasn't) wouldn't give him hell for it. Talking was hard, and Myliu didn't quite feel like throwing a tantrum the moment he arrived because of something as simple as frustration.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden