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Post by Neith Zahrani on Jun 12, 2018 15:29:24 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","neith"] She couldn’t breathe. Stood amongst wildflowers that bristled with blossoms, Neith swayed, the world spinning around her. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she tried to work herself through the beginnings of a panic attack. Gone, gone. Everyone was gone. The pack she thought she might join, the boy she thought she might love – all gone. Now she stood on some godforsaken rock, so close to the sky she thought she might fall into it at any moment. Vertigo threatened, and she dug her claws at the rocky ground beneath her, desperate for some sense of purchase. Above her, the sky was a cloudless, expansive blue. It stretched forever, and the magnitude of it was dizzying. With what semblance of control she still possessed she dropped her head, crouching down in the field of flowers, mouth agape in fear. It did not even enter her mind that she was the one who had been transplanted. All Neith could focus on was her newfound family, ripped from her paws before she could even acquire their love. And the thought of their love, surprisingly, calmed her. Did they miss her? Were they calling for her even now? She raised her head from its hidden place, ears swiveling as she sought the far-away call. They had to be seeking her, right? The fear that had nestled in her breast transformed to hope, and she threw her head back, releasing a lilting call that rose and fell sweetly within the thin air. It was a song of the lonely, yes, but it was also a summoning – to find me, save me. And when her savior came – she would love them, and they would love her. And they would comfort her. And then everything would be all right. tags: Raywords: 294 notes: its not even 300 words oooops. but she's gonna deffo be interesting :^) [newclass=.neith]height:400px;color:#E1DFD8;text-align:justify;padding:10px;width:440px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;background:#000;opacity:.5[/newclass] [newclass=.neith b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:700;color:#ab87db;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith i]color:#fff; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #fff; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass]
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Post by Ray on Jun 12, 2018 16:55:02 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","fairyking"] Another presence bloomed into being on the edge of his consciousness. Still standing on the beach where he had split off from the newcomer Quartz, Oberon allowed the tendrils of his power to stretch down past the wet sand into the earth through his pawpads, reaching, searching... - ah, there they were. The realm had placed their latest mortal in the Faded Fields, high up in the mountains. Closing his eyes, the Guide allowed the earth to carry him, and when he next opened his eyes he found himself there.
As he cast his gaze around looking for his newest charge, the song of a wolf came to him on the bracingly cold breeze. The air was thin at this altitude but the call rang out crystal clear, in its tone a beckoning, a plea. Save me. Oberon's brow furrowed ever so slightly as he oriented himself towards the sound - though high in the mountains and strewn with the bare minimum of vegetation, the Faded Fields were relatively free from danger. There was nothing much that could put someone in need of saving. Unless, Oberon thought, she wants saving from herself. He allowed himself the smallest of laughs as he began to move across the terrain. It was true that his power could have carried him closer much quicker, but the Guide figured that appearing in a waterfall of earth before a panicking mortal would only frighten her more.
A short time later found him cresting a small rocky outcrop, which allowed him to see into the very shallowest of little valleys beyond it. And within one of them, cradled in that scoop of earth, was a creamy white wolf. She lay huddled up, seemingly more so from becoming overwhelmed with emotion than needing to protect herself from any cold, for the sun still shone overhead from its place high up in the endless blue sky.
Oberon advanced a little closer before drawing some attention to his presence. "Ahem," he coughed politely. He didn't want to startle her, but he felt as if waiting for her to notice him would perhaps take a while, what with how bereft she had sounded earlier. So he did his little fake cough, and hoped she would not have a heart attack. [newclass=.fairyking]height:435px;background-color:#000;color:#fff;opacity:.5;margin-top:10px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:420px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#ac5d1d;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking i]color: #eb771d; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Neith Zahrani on Jun 13, 2018 4:15:53 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","neith"] Her song died slowly and smoothly, a breathy little exhale signaling the end of its life. She knew someone would come for her. And with that knowledge, it was easier to breathe, the knot in her throat coming undone with the smallest of tugs. But with this reclamation of her sanity, there came the feeling of displacement. Before, she had been in a forest, territory of the de Vere’s. Now, she was in the moorlands of a rising mountain range, their jagged teeth-like peaks stretching so high she had to tilt her head back to see their tops. That was not – normal. Was it perhaps a dream, then? She was something of a dreamer, after all. Neith had been gifted with an incredibly active mind, and it most showed itself when she slept. Too often she had dreamt of those taken from her – and had sometimes been granted a lover, only for them to disappear upon her waking. Sometimes, she had even been granted a hazy sort of consciousness, the ability to direct the dream as she wished. And so, when someone cleared their throat nearby, a rumbling that sounded like some great earthen beast shifting in its sleep, she turned her head toward the sound slowly, ears tilting forward to better scoop up the soft sound. When she saw the source of the sound, she smiled, a dreamy little curl of her black lips, the corners of her eyes creasing in pleasure. So it was to be one of those dreams? Her tail frisked up behind her, and she took a few hesitant steps toward this newcomer, examining him closely. He was a great big brute of a wolf, a far cry from the sleeker males she often sought for company. His coat was of a fine enough quality, black bleeding a deep shade of brown where sunlight had lightened patches. But his eyes – had she possessed a more coquettish personality, she might have shivered, to be reflected in those molten eyes. “Hello,” she said in way of greeting. Too often her dreams danced between frenzied passion and painful love. She was not sure which way his personality would unfold, but both possibilities appealed greatly. tags: Raywords: 366 notes: :^) i mean at least it isn't ruby/dimi LMAO [newclass=.neith]height:400px;color:#E1DFD8;text-align:justify;padding:10px;width:440px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;background:#000;opacity:.5[/newclass] [newclass=.neith b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:700;color:#ab87db;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith i]color:#fff; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #fff; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass]
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Post by Ray on Jun 13, 2018 8:51:59 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","fairyking"] It was fascinating how this wolf moved, Oberon thought. Not so much moving as drifting, one might say, like a dandelion seed on the breeze, or a tendril of spider-silk left behind on a branch. Her reaction to his approach was as if she moved in slow motion, and he resisted the urge to toss his head, shake off whatever strange spell could perhaps have bewitched time itself. But she was a mortal, he remembered, so there could not be magic here. Not coming from her, anyway, not yet.
The Guide watched bemusedly as she welcomed his presence with a soft smile and a wave of her tail, her lavender eyes shining as if he were some long-lost love, returned from an endless journey to be by her side at last. Except of course, he was a God, and she was someone who had never set foot on this eternal plane before in her mortal life. It was definitely out of the ordinary the way she greeted him so eagerly, when most newcomers were distrustful and unwilling and anxious - all of those completely understandable responses given their circumstances. He was so accustomed to such behavior that it merely rolled off him like water off a duck's back, but now here was a mortal that showed no trepidation, and instead even something akin to delight. Perhaps she believes she's dreaming, he thought, and that's why she moves the way she does.
Her voice lilted a simple "Hello," to which he granted a cursory nod, and a grave "Welcome" in return. "Do you know why you are here?" Most didn't, of course, but Oberon sensed that this wolf had a slightly different preconception of where she was and what was going on, and he suspected it would be wise to take a different approach with her. Neith Zahrani | 311 | DON'T JINX IT lmao also i am sorry for this disgustingly short post |
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Post by Neith Zahrani on Jun 13, 2018 15:13:51 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","neith"] He was so – big. The closer she came, the larger he grew. So much taller than her, with a bulk that belied his strength, his agility. She knew something of him, instinctively, that he was not like her. But, if this was truly a dream, then of course he was not of her kind. Dream-creatures could never become flesh-and-blood, for all that her worries might be settled should one spring to life. She smiled again, her eyes tracing the bear-like outline he struck against the clear blue sky. And when he spoke, oh, when he spoke. His words were short, simple, and yet they were carried to her on the growling baritone of distant thunder. Almost immediately, she felt nostalgia rise in her heart – to be but a pup again, curled against her sister as they watched a storm rage around their cozy den. There was something so tranquil, so peaceful, in the way he spoke. Protective, she thought. Ah, but he required an answer. She dipped her head in a slight nod, the curl of her lips still apparent in the white of her face. “I am here for you,” she said, the words leaving her in a breathy sigh. “As you are here for me.”She frisked a few steps closer to him, gesturing for him to join her amongst the wildflowers. A plaintive whine escaped her mouth, almost childlike. In truth, she had to be viewed as something of a child, so young, barely slipped free of the cocoon of adolescence. A spritely butterfly, her actions fluttered and flittered. But he was still upon his small crest, overlooking her. Neith wanted him beside her. Where they might speak truthfully, might gaze at each other as lovers did. And if this desire exposed her more childish tendencies – well, this was a dream, was it not? And her dreams always came true. "Come here," she begged at last. "You shouldn't be so far away from me."tags: Raywords: 313 notes: its ok i'm right there with you. and lol :^) [newclass=.neith]height:400px;color:#E1DFD8;text-align:justify;padding:10px;width:440px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;background:#000;opacity:.5[/newclass] [newclass=.neith b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:700;color:#ab87db;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith i]color:#fff; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #fff; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass]
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Post by Ray on Jun 14, 2018 14:05:24 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","fairyking"] The floaty look of appreciation on the pale-coated wolf's face upon hearing the sound of his voice was... disconcerting. And also vaguely concerning, Oberon thought with a furrow of his brow, as it only served to support the idea that she considered all that was happening naught but a dream. She then spoke, and his suspicions were quickly confirmed.
"I am here for you, as you are here for me." Her voice, melodic and airy, floated to him like petals on the slight breeze. Pressing his lips together, the god raised his eyebrow at her. "Not quite, young one," he answered. "Your purpose here is far greater." For the whimsical way she was acting indicated that this female was perhaps just past the cusp of adolescense, beginning her descent into adulthood. Oberon did wonder what would happen to younger wolves who had been brought here - he recalled that he had come at the mortal age of four and had grown comfortably into his prime before the calling had taken him, but over the immeasurable time he'd spent achieving his own godhood, the Guide had never felt the effects of age. Would a young or immature wolf then forever remain youthful and naive, or would the realm decide on their optimal form for them?
He was brought out of his little reverie with the female's next words, a soft whine in her voice that elicited the urge to roll his eyes. "You shouldn't be so far away from me." It was almost as if some higher deity had brought her here not to fulfill any sort of godhood but just to torment him. Fine, he would draw closer, but not because she had begged for it - he had more information that was his duty to give her anyway, and he would make sure she heard it. Even if she chose to disregard it immediately.
So the Guide made his way down the little outcrop he had been standing on, though he pointedly ensured that the distance between them stayed several tail-lengths at the very least. "I am your guide, and this is the beginning of your journey. You will be a god, as I am." Oberon hoped that bringing up godhood would distract this mortal from whatever fanciful dream she thought she was in that apparently included him as the love interest, so that he could actually do his job. The idea of this conversation continuing in such a fashion made his fur stand on end. [newclass=.fairyking]height:435px;background-color:#000;color:#fff;opacity:.5;margin-top:10px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:420px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#ac5d1d;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking i]color: #eb771d; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Neith Zahrani on Jun 14, 2018 17:25:18 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","neith"] What purpose could be greater than our meeting?The words floated to Neith upon an invisible breeze, but she did not dare to utter them. Already, something like fear was beginning to wash over her, drawn on by the male’s insistence to speak to her as if – as if – as if they were not destined. Which was wrong. She worked to keep the smile plastered on her lips, but there was a tightening to her jaw, her molars grinding against each other as she worked through the tension that now drew her taut. She cast desperately through her memories, searching for a previous fantasy that had spun out as this one did. Always her dream suitors had come to her side easily. Even the hardest to woo had never so fully resisted her – had never sidestepped her as this one did. But if this was not a dream – She could not finish the thought, before he was speaking again, now drawn closer to her, though still emotionally distant. An unsettled twitch of her coat was the only indication toward her warring emotions. He spoke confusing words, this supposed “guide”. What was a guide, truly? And gods? They were tales for children. True, Neith had always marked herself a superstitious sort, seeking her love in puddles of moonlight, seeking signs amongst the stars – but actual beings who ruled over normal creatures? It had to be a dream. Surely. So she went along with it, pulled into this dance of madness he had spun. Casting her gaze down, she spoke softly, drawing a few steps nearer to him on the pretense that he might hear her clearly. “You are a god? And I am to become a god?” She peeked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, seeking confirmation, before she continued, in a hesitant voice: “Then surely we are meant to make a world together. The two of us.”tags: Ray words: 316 gross notes: LOOK IM TRYING LMAO [newclass=.neith]height:400px;color:#E1DFD8;text-align:justify;padding:10px;width:440px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;background:#000;opacity:.5[/newclass] [newclass=.neith b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:700;color:#ab87db;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith i]color:#fff; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #fff; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass]
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Post by Ray on Jun 16, 2018 16:17:31 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","fairyking"] Clearly the cream-coated female had noticed him carefully keeping his distance from her, because to his chagrin she instead took it upon herself to close the distance between them, her eyes directed to the ground almost chastely as she sidled closer. Oberon resisted the desire to cringe and shuffle away, as he knew it would most likely only cause her to come all the more closer, and more importantly - it was his duty to get through to her and guide her, not get her mad and make her ignore him, or even avoid him from then on. He knew not all guides would go about their tasks the same way or with the same priorities and intentions, but it remained that a mortal without any guidance or knowledge of their purpose in these lands would be a problem. Who knew what they would end up as? Would their powers remain unwoken and dormant for eternity, or would they develop regardless? That was one of the things Oberon didn't know about existence in this realm, despite having gone through his own ascension and living in these lands for so long, and he didn't know if he wanted to find out this way.
Gently came the young wolf's voice as she turned her gaze upon him coquettishly. Oberon couldn't help releasing a tiny snort at her absurd notion - make a world together? If only she had but an inkling of the capability of wolves who had worked endlessly to attain the highest tier of godhood. He himself knew not of their full power, but Oberon had received hearsay from the rare immortals who crossed his path every dozen moons or so, and there was always that thrum of potential that danced just out of the reach of his subconsciousness as he slumbered.
And then there was the whole concept of romantic liaisons, which he had hardly bothered with as a mortal surrounded by other mortals, let alone as a solitary god. He didn't know if he cared more for the idea now or not. Something else always seemed to catch his attention when he tried to contemplate it, and it was never quite as pertinent as any of his other duties or desires. Though he supposed the capacity to love was there. Probably just buried under layer and layers (and eons) of other things that were important to him. Like his duty, right now.
"There are other gods here, not just I," he answered as patiently as he could. " And other mortals like you will fill up these lands, for they too have been called by their innate divinity." Perhaps she still believed herself dreaming. He didn't know if a demonstration of his powers would help at all - if she was set on thinking that way, and if she was the sort to dream vividly, there was little way a "figment of her imagination" would be able to snap her out of it. Though he supposed there was no harm in trying. "You are meant to awaken your godhood, young one. I don't know of your aspect or element, but mine is Earth." Holding a point of focus in his mind, Oberon pulled on the earth and raised a low wall of stone and clay, which turned to crumbling sand and soil once it reached a height and cascaded back into solid ground as if it had never been moved. Would showing her these things make her think it was all just a dream even more? Well, it was too late now. [newclass=.fairyking]height:435px;background-color:#000;color:#fff;opacity:.5;margin-top:10px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:420px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#ac5d1d;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking i]color: #eb771d; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.fairyking::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Neith Zahrani on Jun 16, 2018 19:15:02 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","neith"] Neith bit down on the scream of frustration that settled on her tongue, unwilling to let it rip free. This dream was the most frustrating one she could remember in her admittedly short life – and she had partaken in many that ended just as her love was about to overflow. Had been left lying needy in her den, the morning sun crawling into her eyes even as her blood rushed and her body ached. But gods above, at least those had never featured so unwilling a partner. She could not quite keep the dubious expression from her face as he spoke, struck dumb by the words that nipped at her ears, once so pleasant and now merely the irritating buzz of a fly. She had not truly believed what he said before, of gods, of her becoming one – again, she was not a true believer, for all that she relied upon mystical means in trying to determine the path her love might take. But he continued on at a patient pace, and she could only stare back at him, face momentarily frozen as her brain tried to make sense of the words that fell from his lips. And then the earth moved. Not beneath her, not beneath him, but near, and she felt the tremors of its disturbance just before it rose a short distance away, as if pushed upward by an awakening giant. She stared at the wall, watched it momentarily hold its shape, then crumple upon itself, returning to loose soil and sand and grit. It was difficult to breathe again. Because if this was not a dream – but it had to be a dream – if it was not, then – but it had to be – then she was alone. A god. Her legs quaked beneath her, and she trembled heavily, staring down at the ground between her front paws, trying to make sense of what he had said, even as another part of her brain instinctively shied away from the idea. Her mind scattered in a million directions, thoughts building upon one another, faster than she could process and sort them, her eyes going glassy as she struggled with the mayhem that had descended upon her. She was alone – but she was a god – and as a god – no, she was not a god. She was a god, god, - a god, but then – she could be loved by mortals. They would love her. They would worship her – her with her ugly black splotch – and her mother – her father – but no one would know her – but she could make them love her – but – if she did – what if they didn’t? She could kill them – no, then they would hate her – but not all of them – kill those that hated her – she just wanted love – love, love, love love love love LOVE L O V E – Something like a ragged scream tore from her throat, and she curled in upon herself, desperate to strangle the sound. She quaked, just trying to find a way to sort her thoughts, to make it stop, but first – “Leave me alone.”The words cost her so much to say, watery and whispery and not at all like her previous earnest attempts at wooing him. But she could barely stand to be inside her own head – she didn’t need an outsider there. She didn’t. tags: Ray words: 560 notes: welp [newclass=.neith]height:400px;color:#E1DFD8;text-align:justify;padding:10px;width:440px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;background:#000;opacity:.5[/newclass] [newclass=.neith b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:700;color:#ab87db;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith i]color:#fff; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #fff; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass]
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Post by Ray on Jun 17, 2018 11:02:17 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","fairyking"] He could see the exact moment at which she began to doubt. For the female had frozen at the little demonstration of powers he had put on for her, her lavender gaze fixated on the ground between her feet, as if trying to determine for herself if the very earth had moved or not.
Time stretched on without any reaction, and the only sign that she had not stopped it herself (or revealed her power to be Time, either) was her visible shivering, trembling as if the temperature had suddenly dropped to that of a day in the very depths of winter. One could only imagine what sort of war was being waged inside her head. Oberon felt a slight pang of guilt and concern gnaw at his insides - this was definitely going far from ideally, and at that moment he didn't know if it ever would. Still, she needed a Guide, if now more than ever, and he was one.
Oberon had never been particularly empathic in his time. Sympathetic, yes, but nothing particularly powerful - he was in tune with his own feelings most of the time, but putting himself in the pawprints of another was not his speciality. He could give advice, but all guidance offered was colored by his own opinions and experiences. It usually wasn't a problem since the advice and instruction mortals required was mostly covered by his own experience with ascension, but emotional support? Not particularly his forte. And it seemed as if this one needed it right now.
A shriek bubbled up from the depths of her, and to him it echoed as if within her existed a great deep, dark cavern.
Odd.
She murmured a rebuke at him, demanding he left her alone. How ironic, considering all she had done til then was project the strongest feelings of affection, lust, desire. Come here and now go away. A wry smile twisted his face. Dearly he would love to, but unfortunately duty stayed his paws.
The Guide's focus again drifted to the female's aura, where that image of a cavern continued to linger, drawing him to it with its ethereal resonance. But it was dark as pitch, like the heart of the Black Forest, like the absolute dead of night. He frowned. Likely it was reminiscent of her power, a hint toward what she could achieve if she worked for it. But he knew not of how it would develop, and what it might become.
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