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  • Own steps kissed by the sands that covers such familiar yet unfamiliar lands, each pace marked in gritty reminders that despite the aches born attached to celestial soul from the wandering heart and mind full of hopes and dreams, there is always a place to sleep, and a place to live. Dear Sun is falling, falling, and falling, and they will not. They will not bow down to Darkness and its Stars and Moon just yet. What is effort when the warm stomach is bare and the open eyes are heavy. What is time when they can not be awake and asleep at once.


    Without them, they do not remember how to worship these celestial creations, the connections they bear along with life and death, prelife and afterlife. If they do not remember how to do so, how can they worship anything?


    Tonight, though, they will dance with the clouds, the constellations, the everything beyond their grasp. Let their soul be their flames and winds, using ashes and dusts to form another story of how they would survive another day, how they would live another day. They think tonight because within them, determination burns bright yet gentle, a bold telling to this world they will find what one can call it a home soon. Seconds after seconds to days after days, there is only hunger. For new words, new souls, new experiences. Though there are connections between them and those around them, there are still distant from them. Hunger grins at them, and they want it gone.


    Among them, a scent fills in. The presence halts and takes it. Visions flicker from everything to nothing then back again. Repeating. Breathing throughout the moment. Realization that there is a place nearby sinks in, and they quickens their pace before they stop by a scented line. Mountains fill their visions and they sit to analyze both the beauty and terror of them. A shaky sigh pierces through the reality that shakes from its a touch of power.


    It is time at last, and so, there, by the border, there is a massive ball of light, their shape unknown behind the never ending whiteness. Waiting. Silence. Already speaking in a language that is closing its eyes.


  • what a strange yet alluring sight to behold within the dark night's star-strewn sky. loving moon beamed down towards them, bathing amber sands in a silvery glow, cold breeze which blows through grains now cold and chilled. a ball of light, ever radiant in view and massive in size, simply there– simply existing. a picture perfect scene painted across the canvas. the youth never thought of physical forms that didn't mold within the reality that is their own, that of this mortal realm. it reminds him of blazing stars that glitter coldly in the black sky. how it dared graced them with its presence alone, a silent creation that stands amidst a war-bitten world. twinkle, twinkle, little star, how lovely you are to come down to this place of damnation. don't you know? greedy hands will tear you apart.


    it's a magnetic pull, a gentle yet firm tug for witchspaw to approach that is not of this world. it enraptures him, lures him from his position of silent observation into one of careful action. cautious, be cautious, boy. who's to say it won't burn you with its beauty by getting too close? yet he disregards caution, throws it into the frigid air in a heartbeat. if he's to burn in the night's icy embrace by one of ethereal beauty then let him burn. such chances as this were rare, after all.


    the boy of stardust flesh moves closer, closer, slight squint of eyes at a brilliant boy that took no particular shape. perhaps it should send a sense of looming dread or nagging weary. a tale of warning. but a slender arm reaches out, a sizzling desire to touch this creation of heaven's light and moonlight. "what are you?" a whisper of silk across the skin, breathless wonder to slight through pearl ivories. he has to know.

  • One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...


    Sounds of arrival come light. Cautiousness bleeds still from little steps, bending and twisting air with clear curiosity blooming beneath his paws. They stare as a figure approaches close. A small one with a big heart. Before his limb, made of flesh and bones crafted with golden courage, can touch them, the light around them gradually fades from white to the colours of life. A specific form replaces the empty, cold space, and soon, a reflection remains tall and still, blank gaze locks onto the youngster.


    Evergreen eyes find evergreen eyes.


    A starlight child meets a starlight child.


    ”We are you as you are us.”


    Whispers that belongs to the creature before them crawls across the atmosphere from ancient, naked lungs. Some voices are the pieces of his past and perhaps, some are the pieces of his future too. Every pieces of this young soul merged into a song of madness that can be seen as a wonder too. Of course, the loudest of them all is always of the present. A reminder to the world that one like him is still here.


    β€œThough we go by Spacetime, also known as Minkowski.”


    ( How do you breathe, Witchpaw? )


    Gaze never leaves the hellcat. Eye to eye. Soul to soul. Let them breathe with him. As him. β€œWe stand before Solaris Kingdom, that we are certain of. We wish to join, if you will let us.” Though, they have always been a part of the group. A part of their traditions, their histories, their intentions. They breathe their brightest days to their darkest nights, as deeply as they feel their most greatest emotions to least. They are them, and they are them. However, these creatures will not understand them. No one ever does, and that is okay.


    Those born as things that does not obey the world’s laws are never meant to be understood.


    Respected.


    Taken kindly.


    So, they will play their game of who gets to live and who gets to die, who will rise and who will fall. ( They know so much. Too much. )


    The glowing begins to form once they finish their intention, silently taking over the furs and bones. They let it consume them whole with eyes closed, empty mind. The Moon and the Stars above them and the creature seems to be brighter now, as they believe the wait is now over, smiling down upon such tiny specks.


    Theyβ€” Spacetime, too, smile in the end.

  • Cool air brushed its fingers through the short fur of ivory dappled with beige rosettes as the sunguard escaped from camp. their paws slipping daintily out of their hut and off into the night to admire the sky above and watch as stars twinkled. No thought of passing a pair of twins much like themselves and their own sibling had crossed their simple and healing mind. Drawing upon Witchspaw like an alabaster shadow the young serval watched in silent wonder as the formerly glowing beam of white warm, light erupted and split apart into a replica of Witchspaw.


    "Strange," they mused softly to themselves, lips peeling back into a crooked but wonderous smile as they came to stand beside the Witchspaw they knew, their soft blood colored eyes trailing over each sharp and soft edge of the stranger dressed in a clanmates fur. Teeth clacked together quietly as their lips closed shut around it, the doppelganger wanted to join the desert dwelling clan. "Yes, this is the Solaris Kingdom." Finally the sunguard spoke up, loudly enough to be heard but their words almost a whisper as they passed their dark lips.


    After seemingly hours, of what was really seconds, of silence Boo finally nodded and croaked out, "You may join, Spacetime."

    I'M AFRAID ⁎⁺˳✧༚ TO LEAVE THE HOUSE

    I'M AS TIMID AS A MOUSE ——– INFO

  • They twitch, head jerking to one side before their paws shake. Unsheathed claws presses themselves deep into Nature’s gift. Hisses and growls, sounds of an unwelcomed beast from the abyss of a belly, claw their way through the tightened throat. Though not at the hellcat or at the world, but their body. Their broken home. Brittle bones, fragile flesh. Weak. Vulnerable. Not made for them. Not made for the beautiful and terrible things like them. Never. Never. Never. Everβ€”


    Their sharp gaze snap over to another figure who stands beside the hellcat as akin to a yesterday’s ghost. A younger soul with fresher blood. Redder than the corpse’s. Pure as sunlight and moonlight... The shaking stops. Everything dies down with it. So does the forming light once again. Irises bleed gentle sanguine over evergreen before it matches the serval’s. Smaller and smaller they become, and they appear as a cub. Like her. As her. Like the hellcat, her wonder shines, and they embrace it with a returned smile.


    They rise and step over the border. Once their puny paws are on the land claimed by the golden blood with sun crafted smiles and starlight eyes made to bear the world, they chuckle. Small echoes yet of great delight caresses the atmosphere. β€œWonderful.” They glance around their surrounding before their eyes meet their mirror’s. They nod in gratitude. β€œWe thank you for the acceptance. While we are here, we will provide what we can offer the best, despite our... features,” they say in her voices, pieces of her life flickers between their words.


    The light slowly crawls over their tiny presence while they look at both of the figures at once. They twitch, though this time, they are unfazed by it as they begin to shiver. β€œMay we re-re-receive your names?” They would know, but they would not know that they know. Kindness is kindness, therefore, curiosity is placed to behave and speak like them, as them. But they promise they will use their names to spin out stories of how they are the stars, soon to be fallen, yet when they rise again, poetries and hymns will be made with their stardusts and warm blood.


    These stories will be wonderful, they believe.


    They know.

  • TAGS β˜†ε½‘where was anyone's sense of foreboding? how freely they allowed this strange creature into their home, onto their supposed sun kissed land of holiness. it was equally unfair, to leave him with the only sense to feel a bit weird about this situation. still, he supposed they couldn't exactly turn them (he, her, it, he didn't know) away. no matter how amusing, how eventful, it might've been. they were acting weird, and perhaps high-knowing, but they had not shed blood, or attempted to do so. still, he couldn't get over the vile taste in his mouth. despite unknown things exciting him, there were, at times, when even he just wished for nothing more then normalcy.


    regardless, he is not frighten, nor wonder-filled, at the sight before him. a bit bored, maybe amused, underneath it all. he'd tilt his cranium, blood stained oculars lazily flickering over the being called spacetime. he wondered if they had chosen that name ironically, or if that was their actual name. he wanted to ask, but decided against it. welcome, then. i'm aether, the red eyed shapeshifter would rasp eventually, his chin jutted out in slight defiance.

    ever seen a devil with a halo? ever seen an angel with some horns?

    angel, devil, its both him and i

    γ€Œaether go deo | played by happeh | all opinions ic | song」

  • THE LIGHTS IN DESPAIR BECOME CLOUDED β€” 1004 β€” tags


    A soft, halting gait would announce their presence long before they would appear. Steps heavier than normal, with not even their wings to soften the falls, faded red eyes narrow as they come across the joining. While not even a member of the clan, only residing in the area while they healed, thanks to injuries come of a rather foolish accident, they had taken to looking around the arid area. It was interesting they had found, unusual in its own way and different- though in some ways similar to their home of the Dark Dynasty. While they perhaps shouldn't have been walking around, due to a sprained paw, they had not liked just sitting around and doing nothing. Even if they needed to rest, they had the feeling to return the favour that had been given to them. To help the Kingdom somehow- (and Claes and Aether, but especially Aether) So, due to this they had come across several different sights, including joinings and other mundane activities such as patrols and games. This joining however seemed out of the ordinary. It seemed... what was the word again? They didn't know, but they weren't sure if they wanted to be in the presence of the creature that spoke with multiple voices.


    Fur pricking as they limped to a couple paces away from the only face familiar to them, a brief shudder ran across the angelic creature as this... Spacetime speaks again. No, they knew what the word was now. This creature- this- this- unknown thing seemed wrong- They didn't like it. They didn't want to be there. Wings fluffing in response to their emotions, the usable one curved forward slightly in what could be perceived as a defensive motion, while their dilute red eyes scan anywhere but the eyes of the creature. They didn't have to introduce themselves yes? They weren't even a part of the clan.

    (But that was rude- so rude- they should just- No, but did they really want such a thing knowing their name? Name- Hah-! How funny was that- Maybe this creature would know something even they didn't know)

    "...W-welcome" That was polite enough yes? No need to go into detail of their current situation.

    EACH BULLET THAT PIERCES MY HEART

    HONESTLY, IT HURTS SO BAD, IT HURTS SO SO BAD

    INFORMATION ✩ ALL OPINIONS IC ✩ RPED BY ~KRYSTALKOOL~