Damask looked, for a moment, as if she'd been shot through and was in disbelief from it, but she took the chance in quiet whispers. A request for another definition, which he repeated louder for Astraea to hear:
Then, that familiar aching, a yearning desire to see what, exactly, was above all these caves.
Surface, said like it was a simple locale, not an entire expanse.
Jun 10 2020, 03:52 PM
Jun 14 2020, 10:41 PM
Puck did not stay hanging from the spines for much longer. Alpha was quick to notice his presence, and quick to react. A clawed hand wrapped around Puck. Who'd magically changed names from Gremlin in the same thread. Ribs squeezed tight by a creature ten times larger than it. Puck squeaked, a noise of fear. Alpha reeled back its arm, and Puck helpless to change his fate, dangled. Then, for the first and probably not last time in his life, Puck experienced the magic of flight. An accompanying tiny scream as it was yeeted into the horizon.
;exit grempuck
;exit grempuck
Jun 15 2020, 04:54 PM
The gaurbear twitched their ears, following the foal's gesture and blinking slowly,
They listened, idly, to the other's words, interjections and questions, and to the Master's answers. They were interesting, but they weren't sure what to make of it. But then the colt wanted to leave, and so they nodded,
-gaul-
Jun 30 2020, 06:11 PM
Astraea's ear twitched at Giggle's attention, and he thought how he might best answer her, then shrugged—not to dismiss her, but to admit he could not form it into words. "It is difficult to say, as you might know," he started, then sighed. "It is a place you have been, but cannot name." It left marks on her like one might see from a hard grip—but they were everlasting.
To Pride, he nodded. "Yes, thank you as well for hosting such an idea," he said.
The dragons would be in Monoceros, but it tickled him to imagine that one—the loud one—reading and writing. What would it read? What would it write? 'MY SHINY, NO TAKE' or something, hm? A smile lit his lips as the dragons took flight, his head ducking out of instinct as they swirled dust and air. Others began to leave as well, the winged ring leaving a remark to Pride before doing so.
And of Dragon himself, he offered the Children of Rot tucked away in Cetus. Astraea nodded to him as well.
And finally, Auré. Astraea listened, nodded, then waited as the creature leaned down to its daughter, who he could not hear; but Auré added her thoughts for her, and Astraea nodded again.
"For Draco, I'm... not entirely sure yet. We'll have to go through Ursa, which is connected to Polaris." His voice caught and he frowned. "It's uh, guarded... by a golem. A large one, that fancies itself more than most do, but it slumbers in the short tunnel that connects them. It has seen the Ursa guardian and mimics it, and is effectively a stone bear." Astraea turned his nose in that direction, thinking. "After that is Cepheus, and Pegasus, and then finally Draco. My assumption is that they should not be each blocked off, but we will need to go through the golem at least."
"But yes, to produce, you can make copies—if you have seen Batcat's copies, then like those. Gemless, feral creatures that can be controlled by those that would need to control them." But not by the gembounds. "You could also use your stone, or others, and give them life as you already do. But in Draco there is a Spire, a smaller one, used for such a task."
And finally, his attention shifted to the small Damask; she did not directly ask him this question, but he smiled down to her nonetheless.
"Unfortunately, I cannot tell you of the surface of this planet, I do not know it and have never seen it myself," he started, then turned his nose upwards. "But I do remember what it was like living outside, before I chose to come here. There are no walls, well, mostly; sometimes there are cliffs or mountains, but you can go as far as you like..." Astraea turned back to them both. "And winged creatures are the masters of the sky, it is your domain. Perhaps you will be chosen to leave here someday, and you may fly among the clouds." To wreak havoc and destruction, if they are chosen for such a thing, yes.
Or maybe, someday, someone would come crashing through the rock ceiling in a fit of lightning and wind to crush their happy little magic party and send them all scattering to the wilds.
To Pride, he nodded. "Yes, thank you as well for hosting such an idea," he said.
The dragons would be in Monoceros, but it tickled him to imagine that one—the loud one—reading and writing. What would it read? What would it write? 'MY SHINY, NO TAKE' or something, hm? A smile lit his lips as the dragons took flight, his head ducking out of instinct as they swirled dust and air. Others began to leave as well, the winged ring leaving a remark to Pride before doing so.
And of Dragon himself, he offered the Children of Rot tucked away in Cetus. Astraea nodded to him as well.
And finally, Auré. Astraea listened, nodded, then waited as the creature leaned down to its daughter, who he could not hear; but Auré added her thoughts for her, and Astraea nodded again.
"For Draco, I'm... not entirely sure yet. We'll have to go through Ursa, which is connected to Polaris." His voice caught and he frowned. "It's uh, guarded... by a golem. A large one, that fancies itself more than most do, but it slumbers in the short tunnel that connects them. It has seen the Ursa guardian and mimics it, and is effectively a stone bear." Astraea turned his nose in that direction, thinking. "After that is Cepheus, and Pegasus, and then finally Draco. My assumption is that they should not be each blocked off, but we will need to go through the golem at least."
"But yes, to produce, you can make copies—if you have seen Batcat's copies, then like those. Gemless, feral creatures that can be controlled by those that would need to control them." But not by the gembounds. "You could also use your stone, or others, and give them life as you already do. But in Draco there is a Spire, a smaller one, used for such a task."
And finally, his attention shifted to the small Damask; she did not directly ask him this question, but he smiled down to her nonetheless.
"Unfortunately, I cannot tell you of the surface of this planet, I do not know it and have never seen it myself," he started, then turned his nose upwards. "But I do remember what it was like living outside, before I chose to come here. There are no walls, well, mostly; sometimes there are cliffs or mountains, but you can go as far as you like..." Astraea turned back to them both. "And winged creatures are the masters of the sky, it is your domain. Perhaps you will be chosen to leave here someday, and you may fly among the clouds." To wreak havoc and destruction, if they are chosen for such a thing, yes.
Or maybe, someday, someone would come crashing through the rock ceiling in a fit of lightning and wind to crush their happy little magic party and send them all scattering to the wilds.
