07-27-2020, 11:12 AM
HIGHER BEINGS, THESE WORDS ARE FOR YOU ALONE
ghostwhisper - group - mantis-awahondo hybrid - they/them
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]Throughout their journeys, Ghost had never actually climbed into a snowy mountaintop. The glitter of white powder had always been seen from afar, with them never getting close enough to know the chill or feeling of snow against their form. They'd been curious, sure, of what the odd coloration of the mountaintops meant. They'd kept away, mostly because there was so much to explore on ground level.
Mapping out areas normally resulted in quite a bit of snooping around. Something as inconspicuous as a well could lead to an entire kingdom underfoot. It was utterly astonishing to Ghost, of how long and winding a kingdom could be under something so utterly odd. A kingdom beneath a well, what a complete and odd concept. Nonetheless, that land had been mapped out by their own claws, and now there were new kingdoms to map up.
Temples were a somewhat new concept to Ghost. They hadn't seen many during their travels, and most of the time getting into them was a bit of a struggle. Sure, their claws could make quick work of any feeble attempts of deterring outsides, but beyond that? Normally the temples were dead ends, nothing worth mapping other than dotting its location on their map. Whatever jewels or treasures within them were not the insect's concern. The Pitt's territory was odd. It was burned, and so Ghost had little idea of what it had once been, and what it would be in the future. There was the possibility that their maps would swiftly grow outdated, and that simply would not do. They would have to remain vigilant indeed.
There were a couple temples in the Pitt's territory that they had yet to map. Hence why they were entering one now, one of their long and sharp and sturdy claws resting against the door as they wandered inside. The first thing to come to Ghost's mind was that there was a lot of white powder, and it was not on a mountaintop. The second was that they were all rounded, much like they remembered a companion of the past doing with their own dung and that of others. When the snowballs were thrown, they could block one or two with one of their long claws, but soon after Ghost fell prey to the sheer surge of snowball pelting at hand. They felt snow enter their shell, heartily shaking their head. Ghost was prepared for many things, but snowballs in the midst of summer in a temple surrounded by sand? It was far from anything they could have anticipated.
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]Throughout their journeys, Ghost had never actually climbed into a snowy mountaintop. The glitter of white powder had always been seen from afar, with them never getting close enough to know the chill or feeling of snow against their form. They'd been curious, sure, of what the odd coloration of the mountaintops meant. They'd kept away, mostly because there was so much to explore on ground level.
Mapping out areas normally resulted in quite a bit of snooping around. Something as inconspicuous as a well could lead to an entire kingdom underfoot. It was utterly astonishing to Ghost, of how long and winding a kingdom could be under something so utterly odd. A kingdom beneath a well, what a complete and odd concept. Nonetheless, that land had been mapped out by their own claws, and now there were new kingdoms to map up.
Temples were a somewhat new concept to Ghost. They hadn't seen many during their travels, and most of the time getting into them was a bit of a struggle. Sure, their claws could make quick work of any feeble attempts of deterring outsides, but beyond that? Normally the temples were dead ends, nothing worth mapping other than dotting its location on their map. Whatever jewels or treasures within them were not the insect's concern. The Pitt's territory was odd. It was burned, and so Ghost had little idea of what it had once been, and what it would be in the future. There was the possibility that their maps would swiftly grow outdated, and that simply would not do. They would have to remain vigilant indeed.
There were a couple temples in the Pitt's territory that they had yet to map. Hence why they were entering one now, one of their long and sharp and sturdy claws resting against the door as they wandered inside. The first thing to come to Ghost's mind was that there was a lot of white powder, and it was not on a mountaintop. The second was that they were all rounded, much like they remembered a companion of the past doing with their own dung and that of others. When the snowballs were thrown, they could block one or two with one of their long claws, but soon after Ghost fell prey to the sheer surge of snowball pelting at hand. They felt snow enter their shell, heartily shaking their head. Ghost was prepared for many things, but snowballs in the midst of summer in a temple surrounded by sand? It was far from anything they could have anticipated.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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