ORIGIN - I'll find myself

Aegir stepped along the side of the river, gazing into its crystalline depths. The water rushed past furiously. He remembered seemingly floating down the river, as if the water had carried him to the place where he would find Oliver. Barely touching anything, barely being scratched. It was a miracle he had survived. Or, perhaps not. Could water think? Could it comprehend? Did it carry him consciously? He didn't know, he did not have a concept for what the water could be 'feeling', if it could feel at all.

At one point, he stopped. His fur was completely dry now, but it just didn't feel right. He was warmer now that it was, sure, but he had been hatched in water. His crystal had grown in water. It just felt...wrong to be dry. He sat himself at the edge and began to lap up water as, at the same time, he felt a thin layer of water pooling out of his skin, thoroughly soaking his fur. He immediately felt the effects as his body expelled so much fluid, so his laps began more furious. He didn't want to jump into the water to do it, since the river flowed quite quickly here. He could easily be pulled away. This was much easier.

Once he had rehydrated himself, he stood and continued to walk, gazing into the water. He felt like he was looking for something down there, but he wasn't sure why or what it was. Did everyone have these kinds of problems?

The water was beginning to cool and he began to shiver. Now that he thought about it, this had been a stupid idea. Survival instincts were screaming blood at him at the moment and he sneezed in retaliation. Or, well, it proved their point.

My voice is speaking...
My thoughts are swirling...

For once, not the first one here. But still, Lucifero has the advantage to perceive him first. So he watches with captivating eyes of rosen oceans. Intrested. Because what he peers at is absent of beauty. Colour. Happiness.

Lucifer walks slowly on enormous(for his size) paws with a stocky stance, no fear tasted. In fact, rejected. The creature who seems to ponder at the ledge is turned from Lucifer. Though seen enough, Lucifer understands they are but perhaps a cycle apart. Still, the jaguar is a child. A little boy. Who's mentality is undeveloped. But nonetheless active.

Lucifero is now a foot away from the bear-, an animal unknown to him. Strange horns and water.. what was this creature? Inky feline lips part, fangs clicking. "Are you sad?" He sits, rump down and shoulders high. Neutrality poised well. Curiosity drawing him.

It was dark. As was Lucifero's rosen fur. Lucifer didn't want to cause any scare so he instinctively activates power from the freckled crystals that shine forth something of a cherry fog behind his back before his spell is displayed. Quickly and easily(surprisingly) Lucifero literally lightens with shade; vermilion fur becoming vibrant to expose him tremendously more than before. Now nothing was hidden.

"speak"

@aegir

Aegir didn't know anyone else was near. He was young, unaware that there could be dangers prowling in the dark. He was so focused on the beauty of the water, and his own chill, that Lucifero's presence went unnoticed until there was a clacking of fangs and a voice.

It didn't frighten him, though and he merely turned back, a little surprised that someone had approached him. For a moment, he thought it would be Oliver, but it was someone else with a bright red coat, a little bigger then him. Or maybe around the same size. He couldn't really tell. He gave it a gentle smile, wondering who it was. But the question was strange. He did not understand. He had never heard the term before.

"Sad? What is...sad? I look at river. Who you?" His sentences were fragmented by the inability, yet, to fully communicate. However, it was impressive for his first few days in the world, using everything, every word he had learned, to form sentences as best he could.

There was something else he wanted to say, but he didn't quite know the words. He thought for a moment before picking out those he thought would best fit. "You fur...bright." No, that wasn't quite it. There was another word for it, but he did not know. So he added on, "Bright good."

My voice is speaking...
My thoughts are swirling...

@Lucifero

(Apr 28 2018, 08:43 PM)Lucifero Wrote: [ -> ]

Was the bear dazed? Nonsense Lucifero, give the young one a chance. Perhaps the bear wasn't as aware as he'd like. But surely that could change. Lucifer waits till the bear speaks all it could muse. Speaking in ways that were a form of english, no? Did he speak Latin? "Quod tu es(What are you)?" Could the bear understand that? It was worth a try.

Moments gone and the two looked at one another. Ice met fire. Would they clash as expected? Or would they compliment one another? So far, everything seemed great. "Sad is like mad." Lucifero displays this; baring the little fangs he did have (till he grew mature) while exposing gums. Amongst feline types, this was the standard notion for what Lucifer learnt as 'mad'. Sad was like mad to him. Both an emotion that needed comfort of some sort.

Visage then relaxes, his spotted body moving closer till he sat on the brink with the bear. Comfortable enough to be close but would the bear allow this? It's not a thought that halts Lucifer. "I am Lucifero." His fur returns to the darker hue he'd originally have.

"speak"

@aegir

Aegir didn't understand anything the other creature said, but it awoke some other instinct in him. A different kind of speech that he felt more confident in and he understood everything. "Hvað ertu að segja? Ég get ekki skilið." The words flowed smoothly off of his tongue and he wondered if this was a language that the other understood as well. He did not know how to translate it into the language he was speaking before, though, so he simply asked, "What?"

But what was mad? How could he know what sad is if he did not know what mad is? "Sad is mad? What...mad?" Wondering if he should try and speak differently, he added in his fluent language. "Ég er ný. Ég veit þetta ekki." Emotions were not something he had yet experienced. He wondered if an when he would experience.

Aegir was okay with the cat moving closer. He wouldn't understand why it would be a bad thing or he should be uncomfortable. He turned his body so that he was facing him and gave him a happy smile. Hello. I am Aegir." He suddenly noticed the changing color and wondered if he could do it too. He looked back at his pelt and tried to use magic, but all that happened was he absorbed more water. That was okay. "How you do that? Magic?"

My voice is speaking...
My thoughts are swirling...

@Lucifero

So close, a first one for Lucifer. Having been so distant, he was glad to make a friend. Admiration absent and anything else from usual, just not there. Bonding expected but just.. not there. Would friendship take time? The jaguar was confused. Perhaps to experience what he expected from a dearest friendship, he needed an offset?

So daringly, the darkling purrs- his act instinctive. Before he knows it, he treats the bear as a kin. Lucifero laps his tongue, reaching towards the chest of the white bear. He intends to groom the bear's plush fur. A quick and simple gesture that could go any way. But it is meant to tie the two boys. In what way, was unclear. But his notion was sure: I want to be close.

Soon, the jaguar takes time to consider questions while ignoring the gibberish of another language. "What is magick?" Genuinely clueless, Lucifero knew not the name of his special abilities let alone understanding they had been special at all. The bear's own act of magick goes unnoticed.

"speak"

@aegir

Aegir did not recoil when the dark creature leaned forward to groom his chest. He did not see a need to do so. This cat was friendly and wouldn't hurt him - this he had worked out and figured by himself. He did not quite understand the meaning of the lick, but he at least enjoyed the sensation. It tingled on his fur and his chest warmed. He hoped that the jaguar would do it again.

But he did not understand magic? Or even what he had been doing? That seemed odd to Aegir, but it was okay. He would show him magic so that he could understand. "Magic from gem." He pointed towards the opal on his friend's shoulder. "Magic is...doing things. Change fur color is magic, Aegir thinks. Aegir can make water. Not now, Aegir not ready." Yes, he was still a little thirsty and worn out from all the magic he had used earlier. If his friend wanted to hear the water, he could just use a stone or something to create the ripples.

My voice is speaking...
My thoughts are swirling...

@Lucifero