05-22-2021, 03:51 PM
Oh yes, I feel it too. Feel the ache in the land as it twists uncomfortably with magic. It is an overfilled cup, improbability spilling from its edges and saturating everything it touches. Chaos. Wild Magic. Whatever you want to call it, it throbbed beneath my feet and sang in my blood. Filled my lungs like thick smoke.
Well. That last part wasn't a metaphor. A look of utter irritation creased my face, the scent of burning leaves and wood growing stronger with every passing moment. "Oh, absolutely not," I growled at no one. No one, yet, anyway. In echo of my rising temper, thunderheads piled overhead. By the time I had come upon the source of the smell, they towered heavy and bruise colored. The day had gone from pleasant to down right threatening.
Fat drops of water began to scatter on the singed canopy, a fork of lightning illuminating the scene. Two unnatural creatures, one bone, one arbor. And the storm makes three.
"The fuck are you doing to my forest," I snapped once I was sure I had been seen. This is addressed to the scalding pile of bones, the heir apparent of this flame. Vaguely, it crosses my mind that Calavera would adore it, simply for existing. All I care is that one of my Laws has been breached. The tree-thing seems to be as concerned as I, in a softer way. Too soft.
@[Gryffen] @[Nikoline]
Well. That last part wasn't a metaphor. A look of utter irritation creased my face, the scent of burning leaves and wood growing stronger with every passing moment. "Oh, absolutely not," I growled at no one. No one, yet, anyway. In echo of my rising temper, thunderheads piled overhead. By the time I had come upon the source of the smell, they towered heavy and bruise colored. The day had gone from pleasant to down right threatening.
Fat drops of water began to scatter on the singed canopy, a fork of lightning illuminating the scene. Two unnatural creatures, one bone, one arbor. And the storm makes three.
"The fuck are you doing to my forest," I snapped once I was sure I had been seen. This is addressed to the scalding pile of bones, the heir apparent of this flame. Vaguely, it crosses my mind that Calavera would adore it, simply for existing. All I care is that one of my Laws has been breached. The tree-thing seems to be as concerned as I, in a softer way. Too soft.
@[Gryffen] @[Nikoline]