[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20pt; color: #FAF5E2; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][align=left]Pastelpaw Hadrian Prior ♛[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]Pastelpaw was bored. Very bored, to be more specific. The holidays were over- unless you count New years, but Pasty really didn’t count that. Christmas was more exciting. And now there wouldn’t be a holiday until Valentine’s Day, which the guardian probably wouldn’t be celebrating. So, in a meek attempt to be less bored, the mute went on a walk.
Walking throughout territory, Pastel turned around an oak tree before stopping in her tracks. In all honesty she didn’t know why she stopped. If it had allowed itself to be seen, the leopard would’ve said she stopped due to the mysterious spirit-figure standing before her. Unfortunately the spirit had not done so. So, the leopard simply stopped, an unfamiliar chill running down her spine.
Is.. is someone there? Pastelpaw called out in a wavering voice, this is Windclan territory! If anyone saw her they’d think her crazy. She had been on a walk, hadn’t heard or seen a thing, and now she was yelling at air.
“You cannot see me,” a calm, deep voice announced. Another chill ran down the Windclanner’s spine upon hearing the mysterious voice. For a moment or two Pastelpaw looked around for the source of the word frantically, before realizing that it may have just been pointing out the truth.
Wh-why can’t I see you? Who are you? she asked in a mixture of curiosity and worry.
”My name is Osiris,” the voice greeted itself, ”God of the Underworld, the afterlife, the dead. That is a lovely necklace of yours.” The leopard looked down at the necklace given to her by that mysterious cat she’d never seen before. The amulet was in the shape of a crook and flail, with a green gem where they crossed over each other- she was unaware that these hieroglyphs were, in fact, Osiris’ own symbols. But that was besides the point. A god? Was that even possible? No, it couldn’t be.
”Ah, but it is possible, young one,” Osiris replied simply in his regular monotone voice, ”I am indeed a god. Do not be so shocked, reading thoughts is not something uncommon among the gods." Pastelpaw swiftly closed her previously ajar jaw, sitting herself down after a weak feeling came to her legs. She was dreaming- she had to be dreaming!
Why are you here? Or am I just going insane… yeah the latter makes sense, the leopard rambled, I’m going insane. How else could I explain hearing voices in my head claiming to be a god? Definitely insane.
”You are not insane, spawn,” Osiris reaffirmed his being, ”I have simply come here to… retrieve something.” One could assume why this was extremely unsettling for the apprentice. She felt like she was losing her grip on reality. All she wanted was a simple walk, and here she was having a mental breakdown.
W-will you leave me alone i-i-if I get it for you? It would take a lot to make a mute stutter. It would take a lot to make anyone’s thoughts stutter, actually. Pastelpaw simply sat there in disbelief, not fully understanding the situation carrying out in front of her.
”Oh, young one, you already have what I need,” the god chuckled, the only emotion he had shown throughout the conversation, ”unfortunately it’s not entirely ready. I will just have to... stick around until then.” The god now disappeared completely, so that even someone with the Sight would not be able to see Osiris.
Stick around? It wasn’t ready? Pastelpaw felt dizzy, she felt as if she were going to puke, as if she were going to pass out. And soon, she did. The leopard fainted, soon finding herself to be unconscious on the ground.
[align=center]TEMPLATE © WINNIE
#pastywc