golden melody - open; joiner

[rhosmari]

BUT YOU WALKED PAST ME LIKE I WASN'T THERE
A SINGLE TEARDROP FALLING FROM YOUR EYE

What a strange place he had emerged onto. A small spit of land within the middle of a vast and terrible ocean. Though he had little trouble actually traversing this plane of existence given his current body. But that wasn't to say he wasn't getting used to actually being in this body either. He was well, trying for lack of a better term. Normally he was smaller, seen as weaker. Giving outwardly what he had become known as. Starvation. Frail. But now he was not so much that. But much larger in stature. It was odd really and he had to come to terms with actually having power. The taste of it on his tongue was odd and he didn't know rather he wanted to keep it or not. He was looked over, though he caused the most devastation, a slow creeping over time that began under the eyes of all. Sighing the panther would lift a paw and look at the grass beneath it, the way it was withered, blackened. Curled as if wrought with disease. Shaking his head a bit he would place his paw back upon the ground and continue his own trek forward into the unknown. Not one had he thought of where the others were, perhaps happy to be able to be alone for a while.

He was often a detriment to them anyway, casually self destructive. To a point. Though he guessed that was just how things went and the cycle would continue to press forward. Wings like the gold of an angel's halo rested against his back as he looked up to the vast mountainous valley he had stumbled across. His tongue felt dry and like a lump in his mouth. It had definitely been a while since he had any water, any sustenance really. He hadn't thought about it and perhaps he should have. Living things ate. Mortals ate. But he was not something that needed it, yet he wanted to fit in. He should get something to drink then. Slipping his way down a hill he tried to keep his power to himself, a thin trail of dying grass yellowing behind him. It was harder than he thought it would be. Edging closer to a small creek he would press his nose against the surface of the water. Smelling perhaps. It had scent to it, clean, full of vigor, pure. Not if he stepped paw in it, and so he backed up and away from it.

Maybe later, maybe somewhere else. This place was beautiful and he didn't have the want to bother it. Golden eyes roamed over the trees before he slowly sat down. Drawing his legs closer to himself in a tighter formation as the wind tickled his nose. The smell was sharper, jagged. The smell of others perhaps. He was all new to this currently. He actually just wanted to be smaller. If he was like he had been before he could cause much less damage, much less turmoil considering there were others around in the area. ''Hopefully the locals won't be agitated. I've seen enough of that in my lifetime...'' The dark creature just sounded tired as he flexed his golden wings and pulled them around himself like a cape, almost defensively.

— Reggan