Sep 11 2015, 08:59 PM
NOTE: This takes place on the back-most wall, in the back-most corner of the room. This is after an assumed week after the conception thread (Nevermind Yesterday) and another week before The Fiery Pit - Part 4.
@Niru Come join me sonny boy
Precious. Precious life. He'd not expected it. He'd hidden away, cowered from the repercussions of his accidental cast- expecting damages, blood, torn friends. He was so certain that sudden flux of magic would have been another horrible power, another horrible mistake. Instead, he'd found himself stuck to the floor as the magic faded. Aided by his beloveds, bird and cat alike, the trio had been surprised to find their individual shards stuck to the stone floor, as if sealed amongst the quartz there. They parted ways unknowing. Now, days later, he knew what had happened. The stones grew, and in just a short time, he could already see the tiny lifeforms growing inside. He wasn't sure what had happened to cause it... but he was sure of something. He'd soon be fathering two, true, children. He'd have to be watchful. He'd have to be gentle, caring. He'd have to be protective. He'd have to let go of the past, and give these two new little lives an easy way. He'd protect them with his dying breath if he had to.
Since their conception, since his realization, Cancer had become even more reclusive and hard to find than usual. He spent his days building, in fact. A black quartz castle of sorts, with walls to surround his growing children, to protect them. He'd spent a long time so far casting, taking breaks only to hunt, sleep, recover, before inch by inch, continuing his build. He spent every moment wearing that stealthy, defensive armor, in case anyone dared to attack while he worked... in case Raheerah moved from Polaris, to find the cat that woke him, that stole a scale from him- that planned to kill him, once and for all.
Even now, he toiled away at his task...
...even as his exhaustion pulled him away from work, towards sleep, the gem-encrusted cat worked tirelessly on. His paws shone with the dazzling proof of his effort- and his lack of natural talent regarding such magic. Tiny slivers of gemstone broke the skin. He bled as he worked, paws riddled with misplaced, poorly casted and thus, oddly grown gems from his arms- adding more scars where his prior mistake had left many ugly gouges before. That day was special though. Those scars were special. He held to that as he worked, adding more layers by hoisting stone into place where magic wouldn't grow crystal instead.
@Niru Come join me sonny boy