forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

tune

"Why?" she breathed, mind jumping to conclusions. Had they upset the gods? Was war coming? The guards invading Yrna… conflict was coming. But why them? Her mind danced from Clare to Arabella, then locked onto Azriel's injuries. The group wasn't exactly ideal, per se, for gods.

(“I, adopt you, Damian Bobby Joe, Terrifying Creature of Darkness, the Way-Beast, as my child.” I want Clare to say that. It has a nice ring to it XD.)

(I can make this happen)

Moukib stalks closer. His eyes drift to the bag that holds the rest of the group and to the girl tied to a flaming tiger. He puffs out a breath of white cloud and takes a step back.
"I would speak to you, mortals," he says although his mouth doesn't move. The words echo in your heads. All of you, including those in the pocket dimension. His voice has a depth and age that you can't quite wrap your head around. It almost feels like you're being shown something that no one, not even the oldest angel or lykin, has ever witnessed.

Clare visibly relaxed, Word games she could do that, negotiations the whole deal, " Sir may I ask you intentions, I'm sure you know one of the members in out party is injured quite badly, I don't want to risk taking her out of a well controlled climate if it's merely to tell us we're all going to die in the next 24 hours." Was this Clare's best moment, absolutely not, was challenging a god a good Idea, Nope, was she doing it anyway, yep.

Azriel squeezed her eyes shut in confusion. She still had no idea what was going on, and was extremely confused as to why she was hearing a voice in her head. "Iris," she barely whispered. She cleared her throat. "Iris. What was that?"

“What the- what do you want. What do you need us to do. I’m listening.” Arabella’s voice was calm, which she was quite proud of. She sat up straight on the tiger in hopes to look like she was brave. “I’m ready.”

"Honestly?" Iris picked at her nails, slipping into a lazy drawl. "Prepare to hear a riddle and dark prophecy, yada yada, we're gonna die soon"–she gave her right hand a flippant wave–"unless we fight and save the land." The elf's eyes flashed briefly with concern before she patted her sword and examined Azriel. "We'll take whatever they give us," she assured.

"But I have no idea what's going on," Azriel complained. "Also, maybe it's not a good idea to disrespect something that can talk inside your head."

A side of her mouth quirked upward. "Good point - should I be fake, then?" She walked forward and sat against Azriel's wing, hoping the silent request was received.