08-05-2020, 03:56 PM
HIGHER BEINGS, THESE WORDS ARE FOR YOU ALONE
ghostwhisper - mantis-awahondo hybrid - they/them
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]It felt odd, to be around two other members of the group so high in the hierarchy. The leader, for one, an absolute massive beast. It did not unsettle Ghost to be around the ardent, simply because they did not feel. Or, well, their ability to feel was fluid in nature, moving from one to the other in a slow, sappy and sticky pace. Silent was far taller than them. Most creatures were, especially those of a mythical breed. Their gaze had stared into the caverns, wondering if they would be familiar to Ghost, or odd and not as easily formed in their mind as those of the past. Not that they were worried. A challenge could easily and be readily bested. A small worry blossomed, worry of how the largest one present would fare in the caverns. It was not their place to worry. They were leading the exploration, not holding anyone's hands while the deep caves sprawled on and remained uncharted. Concern did not fare well in a harsh territory.
Noticing the other's dipped head, Ghost was snapped from their musings. Right, they technically did make a party of 3. Counting hadn't ever been their strong suit. Their body shook, ruffling out their cloak. Wordlessly - of course it was without words, without speech, for voice evaded them - they turned and began to worm their way into the caverns. A lantern was grabbed with one of their long and sturdy claws. Brief was the struggle before Ghost settled the lantern into a comfortable hold. Then, they continued downward, many legs brushing over the ground and disturbing whatever dust laid on the floor. Some persons, supposedly, lived down here. Mapping out their living quarters wouldn't be needed, but a brief notion of where living areas were would likely do them well. They moved slowly, with purpose, taking their time to note how wide the tunnels were, and where the path would branch or continue forth. Excited internally, stiff and purposeful on the outside.
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]It felt odd, to be around two other members of the group so high in the hierarchy. The leader, for one, an absolute massive beast. It did not unsettle Ghost to be around the ardent, simply because they did not feel. Or, well, their ability to feel was fluid in nature, moving from one to the other in a slow, sappy and sticky pace. Silent was far taller than them. Most creatures were, especially those of a mythical breed. Their gaze had stared into the caverns, wondering if they would be familiar to Ghost, or odd and not as easily formed in their mind as those of the past. Not that they were worried. A challenge could easily and be readily bested. A small worry blossomed, worry of how the largest one present would fare in the caverns. It was not their place to worry. They were leading the exploration, not holding anyone's hands while the deep caves sprawled on and remained uncharted. Concern did not fare well in a harsh territory.
Noticing the other's dipped head, Ghost was snapped from their musings. Right, they technically did make a party of 3. Counting hadn't ever been their strong suit. Their body shook, ruffling out their cloak. Wordlessly - of course it was without words, without speech, for voice evaded them - they turned and began to worm their way into the caverns. A lantern was grabbed with one of their long and sturdy claws. Brief was the struggle before Ghost settled the lantern into a comfortable hold. Then, they continued downward, many legs brushing over the ground and disturbing whatever dust laid on the floor. Some persons, supposedly, lived down here. Mapping out their living quarters wouldn't be needed, but a brief notion of where living areas were would likely do them well. They moved slowly, with purpose, taking their time to note how wide the tunnels were, and where the path would branch or continue forth. Excited internally, stiff and purposeful on the outside.
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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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