04-27-2023, 11:08 PM
Abrus leaves the woods that he had first landed in, following the tug on his soul to explore more of this land - more of the forests here. The meadows and rolling hills towards the south do not interest him, and while he is naturally fascinated by the swirling mists that conceal the land to the west - even his abilities aren’t enough to part them and discover what is hiding there. He travels north, through the mountains, following an instinct that helps him navigate - in addition to the borrowed eyes of a possum perched on top of his head.
His raven companion scouts ahead and she is the first to see the pine forest where it stretches from the foothills to the sea. The moonlight upon the mist and needles sings through every cell of Abrus’ body and he feels satisfied. It had not been intentional to arrive at this continent or world, of all the ones that existed, but at least he could be sure he would not be disappointed or without power while he remained.
The possum is left unceremoniously at the edge of the woods - perhaps later Abrus will remember to return it to where he had taken it, or perhaps it simply lives here and must adapt to the changes in the world it had known. He is too distracted to focus on it, moving forward past the stunned creature. As he approaches the trees, wooden antlers grow from his head - just wide and strong enough to support the weight of the raven. She perches there and both sets of their eyes glow white as they take their first steps among the trees. Dawn is not far now, and as the creatures and plants awaken to greet it Abrus feels their energy awaken inside of him as well.
His raven companion scouts ahead and she is the first to see the pine forest where it stretches from the foothills to the sea. The moonlight upon the mist and needles sings through every cell of Abrus’ body and he feels satisfied. It had not been intentional to arrive at this continent or world, of all the ones that existed, but at least he could be sure he would not be disappointed or without power while he remained.
The possum is left unceremoniously at the edge of the woods - perhaps later Abrus will remember to return it to where he had taken it, or perhaps it simply lives here and must adapt to the changes in the world it had known. He is too distracted to focus on it, moving forward past the stunned creature. As he approaches the trees, wooden antlers grow from his head - just wide and strong enough to support the weight of the raven. She perches there and both sets of their eyes glow white as they take their first steps among the trees. Dawn is not far now, and as the creatures and plants awaken to greet it Abrus feels their energy awaken inside of him as well.
@Iliana