MioBrave
Changeling, Hydrator and Aura Reader!
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Herald
Inner Sanctum Nobility
♔ Champion ♔
- Local time
- Today 7:36 AM
- Messages
- 1,571
- Age
- 25
- Location
- Lurking Under the Writing Desk
- Pronouns
- They/He/She
"Alright.. Start the count down."
"Are you sure this is how we ought to go about this?"
"It's the easiest way."
"But to wipe the slate like this.."
"We're not.. It's not a full wipe. There are some brilliant beings down there. They'll survive. Hell, maybe they'll even thrive in the new world."
A figure sighs. The white silk of their clothes hangs on them in swoops. Their blond hair trails down their back. Their tan skin is a welcome crash of color in all their brightness. Sky blue eyes stare over the world below their invisible platform. Their voice is ethereal as they speak again. "There will be so much work to do..."
A pale hand is set on their shoulder. This figure's clothes fit closer, covering more of their body. Rather than elegant lounging dress, they seem ready for manual work. Their dark curled hair is up in a bun. Their pale skin is a breath of respite from the shadow around them. Deep, dark brown eyes gaze at the first being with admiration and perhaps affection. "I can't wait to see what all you create."
"What we create. If you're going to make a mess, you'd better be ready to fix it."
"Me? Create? You've lost your mind." The voice jests.
Another soft sigh. "You don't have to shape the clay, but.. You will help balance it all, right?"
"Of course. I always will."
The bright figure turns their gaze away from the world finally, turning to their companion. They crack a soft smile and tuck a stray curl behind the other's ear. "What do we do with a hundred days?"
The other can't help the wide grin which graces their features, their own hands finding the other's waist. "Take a small vacation? Let things take care of themselves for a while."
"Just do nothing? Nothing at all?"
"Ah, I suppose it is a lot to ask you to be still."
"I have to have something to busy myself."
"Well, here then; I've just had an idea. We'll travel."
"Travel?"
"All around the world and down memory lane. We'll retell stories, and you can take as many notes as you'd like. Things you'd change or improve. Things you'd like to try again. And, all the inspiration and new ideas. Then, when we start again, it won't be from scratch. You'll have a foundation."
The shadowed figure lets their face weigh into the warm cradle of the other's hands. "You're brilliant. That's a brilliant idea."
The blond strands of hair sway as they're carded through slowly by a pale hand. "I try to be. I have to keep up with you somehow."
"Alright. Start the count down."
"This marks day one."
The world below them is like a greenhouse, peaceful and unaware. Dense forests, built of towering trees with tangling roots while filled with bright flowers and curled ferns. Shallow seas created from the lands that are very slowly shifting and splitting. Giant avians made of leather and scales snatch fish from the oceans. Large aquatic predators use a practiced craft to snatch those in flight with perfect timing. On land, there are goliaths with their heads high in the trees. There are packs of small vicious things, fast with specialized claws. There are tall feathered things of a similar build, grounded and patrolling for their next meal. Herds of duck billed, crested creatures graze, raising tall to keep watch over each other. A titan roars, its steps shaking the earth as it catches large prey.
Things which all were built once on a blank slate... Things all unaware of their final days...
"Are you sure this is how we ought to go about this?"
"It's the easiest way."
"But to wipe the slate like this.."
"We're not.. It's not a full wipe. There are some brilliant beings down there. They'll survive. Hell, maybe they'll even thrive in the new world."
A figure sighs. The white silk of their clothes hangs on them in swoops. Their blond hair trails down their back. Their tan skin is a welcome crash of color in all their brightness. Sky blue eyes stare over the world below their invisible platform. Their voice is ethereal as they speak again. "There will be so much work to do..."
A pale hand is set on their shoulder. This figure's clothes fit closer, covering more of their body. Rather than elegant lounging dress, they seem ready for manual work. Their dark curled hair is up in a bun. Their pale skin is a breath of respite from the shadow around them. Deep, dark brown eyes gaze at the first being with admiration and perhaps affection. "I can't wait to see what all you create."
"What we create. If you're going to make a mess, you'd better be ready to fix it."
"Me? Create? You've lost your mind." The voice jests.
Another soft sigh. "You don't have to shape the clay, but.. You will help balance it all, right?"
"Of course. I always will."
The bright figure turns their gaze away from the world finally, turning to their companion. They crack a soft smile and tuck a stray curl behind the other's ear. "What do we do with a hundred days?"
The other can't help the wide grin which graces their features, their own hands finding the other's waist. "Take a small vacation? Let things take care of themselves for a while."
"Just do nothing? Nothing at all?"
"Ah, I suppose it is a lot to ask you to be still."
"I have to have something to busy myself."
"Well, here then; I've just had an idea. We'll travel."
"Travel?"
"All around the world and down memory lane. We'll retell stories, and you can take as many notes as you'd like. Things you'd change or improve. Things you'd like to try again. And, all the inspiration and new ideas. Then, when we start again, it won't be from scratch. You'll have a foundation."
The shadowed figure lets their face weigh into the warm cradle of the other's hands. "You're brilliant. That's a brilliant idea."
The blond strands of hair sway as they're carded through slowly by a pale hand. "I try to be. I have to keep up with you somehow."
"Alright. Start the count down."
"This marks day one."
The world below them is like a greenhouse, peaceful and unaware. Dense forests, built of towering trees with tangling roots while filled with bright flowers and curled ferns. Shallow seas created from the lands that are very slowly shifting and splitting. Giant avians made of leather and scales snatch fish from the oceans. Large aquatic predators use a practiced craft to snatch those in flight with perfect timing. On land, there are goliaths with their heads high in the trees. There are packs of small vicious things, fast with specialized claws. There are tall feathered things of a similar build, grounded and patrolling for their next meal. Herds of duck billed, crested creatures graze, raising tall to keep watch over each other. A titan roars, its steps shaking the earth as it catches large prey.
Things which all were built once on a blank slate... Things all unaware of their final days...
"Alright.. Start the count down."
"Are you sure this is how we ought to go about this?"
"It's the easiest way."
"But to wipe the slate like this.."
"We're not.. It's not a full wipe. There are some brilliant beings down there. They'll survive. Hell, maybe they'll even thrive in the new world."
A figure sighs. The white silk of their clothes hangs on them in swoops. Their blond hair trails down their back. Their tan skin is a welcome crash of color in all their brightness. Sky blue eyes stare over the world below their invisible platform. Their voice is ethereal as they speak again. "There will be so much work to do..."
A pale hand is set on their shoulder. This figure's clothes fit closer, covering more of their body. Rather than elegant lounging dress, they seem ready for manual work. Their dark curled hair is up in a bun. Their pale skin is a breath of respite from the shadow around them. Deep, dark brown eyes gaze at the first being with admiration and perhaps affection. "I can't wait to see what all you create."
"What we create. If you're going to make a mess, you'd better be ready to fix it."
"Me? Create? You've lost your mind." The voice jests.
Another soft sigh. "You don't have to shape the clay, but.. You will help balance it all, right?"
"Of course. I always will."
The bright figure turns their gaze away from the world finally, turning to their companion. They crack a soft smile and tuck a stray curl behind the other's ear. "What do we do with a hundred days?"
The other can't help the wide grin which graces their features, their own hands finding the other's waist. "Take a small vacation? Let things take care of themselves for a while."
"Just do nothing? Nothing at all?"
"Ah, I suppose it is a lot to ask you to be still."
"I have to have something to busy myself."
"Well, here then; I've just had an idea. We'll travel."
"Travel?"
"All around the world and down memory lane. We'll retell stories, and you can take as many notes as you'd like. Things you'd change or improve. Things you'd like to try again. And, all the inspiration and new ideas. Then, when we start again, it won't be from scratch. You'll have a foundation."
The shadowed figure lets their face weigh into the warm cradle of the other's hands. "You're brilliant. That's a brilliant idea."
The blond strands of hair sway as they're carded through slowly by a pale hand. "I try to be. I have to keep up with you somehow."
"Alright. Start the count down."
"This marks day one."
The world below them is like a greenhouse, peaceful and unaware. Dense forests, built of towering trees with tangling roots while filled with bright flowers and curled ferns. Shallow seas created from the lands that are very slowly shifting and splitting. Giant avians made of leather and scales snatch fish from the oceans. Large aquatic predators use a practiced craft to snatch those in flight with perfect timing. On land, there are goliaths with their heads high in the trees. There are packs of small vicious things, fast with specialized claws. There are tall feathered things of a similar build, grounded and patrolling for their next meal. Herds of duck billed, crested creatures graze, raising tall to keep watch over each other. A titan roars, its steps shaking the earth as it catches large prey.
Things which all were built once on a blank slate... Things all unaware of their final days...
"Are you sure this is how we ought to go about this?"
"It's the easiest way."
"But to wipe the slate like this.."
"We're not.. It's not a full wipe. There are some brilliant beings down there. They'll survive. Hell, maybe they'll even thrive in the new world."
A figure sighs. The white silk of their clothes hangs on them in swoops. Their blond hair trails down their back. Their tan skin is a welcome crash of color in all their brightness. Sky blue eyes stare over the world below their invisible platform. Their voice is ethereal as they speak again. "There will be so much work to do..."
A pale hand is set on their shoulder. This figure's clothes fit closer, covering more of their body. Rather than elegant lounging dress, they seem ready for manual work. Their dark curled hair is up in a bun. Their pale skin is a breath of respite from the shadow around them. Deep, dark brown eyes gaze at the first being with admiration and perhaps affection. "I can't wait to see what all you create."
"What we create. If you're going to make a mess, you'd better be ready to fix it."
"Me? Create? You've lost your mind." The voice jests.
Another soft sigh. "You don't have to shape the clay, but.. You will help balance it all, right?"
"Of course. I always will."
The bright figure turns their gaze away from the world finally, turning to their companion. They crack a soft smile and tuck a stray curl behind the other's ear. "What do we do with a hundred days?"
The other can't help the wide grin which graces their features, their own hands finding the other's waist. "Take a small vacation? Let things take care of themselves for a while."
"Just do nothing? Nothing at all?"
"Ah, I suppose it is a lot to ask you to be still."
"I have to have something to busy myself."
"Well, here then; I've just had an idea. We'll travel."
"Travel?"
"All around the world and down memory lane. We'll retell stories, and you can take as many notes as you'd like. Things you'd change or improve. Things you'd like to try again. And, all the inspiration and new ideas. Then, when we start again, it won't be from scratch. You'll have a foundation."
The shadowed figure lets their face weigh into the warm cradle of the other's hands. "You're brilliant. That's a brilliant idea."
The blond strands of hair sway as they're carded through slowly by a pale hand. "I try to be. I have to keep up with you somehow."
"Alright. Start the count down."
"This marks day one."
The world below them is like a greenhouse, peaceful and unaware. Dense forests, built of towering trees with tangling roots while filled with bright flowers and curled ferns. Shallow seas created from the lands that are very slowly shifting and splitting. Giant avians made of leather and scales snatch fish from the oceans. Large aquatic predators use a practiced craft to snatch those in flight with perfect timing. On land, there are goliaths with their heads high in the trees. There are packs of small vicious things, fast with specialized claws. There are tall feathered things of a similar build, grounded and patrolling for their next meal. Herds of duck billed, crested creatures graze, raising tall to keep watch over each other. A titan roars, its steps shaking the earth as it catches large prey.
Things which all were built once on a blank slate... Things all unaware of their final days...
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