To Blossom Gods and Goddesses // Fall From Grace vs. Mutts
Jun 20, 2020 13:20:39 GMT -5
Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jun 20, 2020 13:20:39 GMT -5
blunt·knife·1-50
There was probably a time before the disruption in their lives, but their memories are lacking. Each event from their collective past is like a song with forgotten lyrics; they remember the tune, the sound of it, but never the context.
What they do remember is each other.
Their cages were side by side, and they used to huddle up against the glass and speak in languages that none could quite decipher perfectly. But some languages are universal, like a body curling up against a barrier separating friends, the early morning groans of hunger, the cries of their song as the boredom pushed them to wail.
They have enough memory to know that they like this place better. And they still have each other. There’s the Night Walker, Aster, a god in his own right. There’s the Wadjet, Calluna, who flew just below the clouds to find her friends on the day they were released. She brought them together again. And then there’s the Blisserwhelp, Pyracantha, who’s too kind at first to realize that she can spit fire. But she’s learning, and she doesn’t leave her friends.
Calluna and Pyracantha fly low that morning, as they always do. Sometimes they drift above the clouds and take in the world, but they always return to Aster. He cannot take to the sky, but that’s no problem for him. His friends won’t leave him for long, and besides, he already moves like a god in his own way.
They cannot speak, but they each have the same unease.
The disruption continues as other creatures wander their territory.
Some have familiar faces from their past in the cages, and they pay them no mind. Those creatures are not the problem.
It’s the tall ones. The ones that look like sticks, with long limbs like mantises, whose bodies stand upright.
The mantis creatures smell different, and they remind the group of being prodded in their cages.
Their journey of the past few days has been one of avoidance. There isn’t a destination or a goal other than sticking together, but the fear trickles endlessly. Calluna and Pyracantha have strong eyes, and Aster a stronger sense of smell and hearing. Together, they’re able to avoid the mantis ones for a while.
But they mantis creatures are everywhere.
Suddenly, Aster snorts in warning, and the Wadjet and Blisserwhelp rise higher into the air to get a better look at what he senses.
Many of the mantises, too close.
They are here.
Plans can be formed by creatures who speak with body language. Aster scrapes at the dirt with his hoof and snorts again, body tensing. Pyracantha, timid as she is, feels her body stoking the flames in her throat. Poison drips from Calluna’s fangs as she opens her beak and flies higher, preparing for the inevitable.
When she lets out a furious battle cry -- a shriek containing every ounce of love and defense she bears for her friends -- they strike with love and fury.
[Aster attacks Cyro with horns (club/blunt)]
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Bruised Right Collar Bone - 2.0
[Calluna attacks Lysander with beak (knife)]
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Block - 0.0
[Pyracantha attacks Arabella with fire]
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Minor Burn - 2.0