METAMORPHOSIS | multi-join

[Luciferr]

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so this is where the shroud of death blankets the earth.

Was Susurrus’ first real thought of the land before him - a land that bled and stank of death like a shroud of its own funeral, the very land itself seemed to feed on it - no wonder Entity had urged them here, it did so love the cycles of life.

Specifically the delicate balancing act of strife and stagnation,

Susurrus could agree with this, felt the pitch of his black heart beat around the low drone of the universe’s own agreement in its cosmos heart.

Stagnation was not even death,

Stagnation was simply unliving, sterile, cold, unthinking, unfeeling, stationary.

Who could want such a thing?

Susurrus hummed lowly - his ears flickered as he heard the answering wing eats high above, his loves circling on high to get a better look at this land.

The land of this new pilgrimage by entity’s hand.

“Your father was of the earth my son, earthly - worth enough to give you ground here at least” a whisper in his memory - he adored her, his mother, but sometimes he wondered if she had known and thus sought a partner that might stave away the inevitable.

[glow=red,2,300]You were always meant to be here[/glow]

His ears flickered forward again, as his slow tread continued onwards, the armour he wore blackened and strange looking, patterned as it was. The border came into view before long and Susurrus contemplated it unphased by its gruesome display

The denizens of the other realm he’d sleep so often were capable of much worse atrocities after all.

Pupils obscured by a pure blue glow flickered instead to the lands beyond as two dull thumps in the sand behind him indicated his loves landings - his tail flickered as he mused on whether to wait or just boldly cross into the realm of blood and sand - and death.

He smiled almost, the death shroud of his aura coated him more thoroughly than it could ever coat this place but it felt....homey.

And from what he knew, a place that wouldn’t mind - would rather love perhaps - one such as they.

Entity purred behind his eyes, thin filaments of black threading at the corners - there was kindred in spirit of not in body here - and more children of dirt - she, it, whispered.

Hm,

Susurrus, Mars, turned to look behind him, locking gazes with Phobos and Deimos, a whole conversation passing between the three within the spaces of breath and without need of voice - yes, this would be a good place to lie, for now.

The redeemer smiled and they echoed it, turning back, decision made,

He would wait,

They had eternity after all.

[pls wait for Phobos n Deimos to post]