Jan 23 2018, 11:34 PM
Albeon indeed has tapped into the future, and several outcomes flash before the raven's eyes, some close in time and some far—but when is when?
—zipping by their heads, missing each of them perfectly, until it buried into soft, small flesh of the sprite's chest—fell off of its body like a slopping mess as it turned—mass of clones descended on them in a flurry of shrill cries—emerald glowing softly beneath its chest, it stood out among the others—"Get me out of here! I know you can!" she cried—
It was up to Albeon to decide what was important, which outcome might be the one most relevant, most desirable. Would they even be close to achieving any of those?
The clones were spawn of the original; scent would not distinguish them greatly. Environments or surroundings that each had been in would distinguish their scents, and the fact that the original had been a companion of sorts recently to Jupiter, and may smell of her; but otherwise, scent was a useless track, and indeed they were following the scent of Batcat, but too was it the scent of its spawn.
A lucky break for the group, at least; they would stumble upon a mysterious trail of black ooze.
—zipping by their heads, missing each of them perfectly, until it buried into soft, small flesh of the sprite's chest—fell off of its body like a slopping mess as it turned—mass of clones descended on them in a flurry of shrill cries—emerald glowing softly beneath its chest, it stood out among the others—"Get me out of here! I know you can!" she cried—
It was up to Albeon to decide what was important, which outcome might be the one most relevant, most desirable. Would they even be close to achieving any of those?
The clones were spawn of the original; scent would not distinguish them greatly. Environments or surroundings that each had been in would distinguish their scents, and the fact that the original had been a companion of sorts recently to Jupiter, and may smell of her; but otherwise, scent was a useless track, and indeed they were following the scent of Batcat, but too was it the scent of its spawn.
A lucky break for the group, at least; they would stumble upon a mysterious trail of black ooze.