ORIGIN

ultraviolet was growing restless, his form having outgrown the cramped, musty tunnel and its oppressive weight. he knew little more than passing faces, those who came and went and sometimes never returned.

perhaps it was time for his own pilgrimage. he contemplated, curled up by the altar, nose pressed to the white slab that mirrored his own pelt. the voices called, and gifted him with visions that matched the same rot and decay that he smeared in perfect white lines around the altar. his ears twitched at the sound of footsteps, and rose to his feet. as always, he drew back to the blinding white shadows when someone came with an offering or a prayer, never interrupting.

a new smell broke the perfect reek of decay, carried down into the stale air that made the alien's jaws part and pant, inhaling with a dark desire.

a wolf. not the first canine he had known. (could one know another, without speaking? here, it felt like they were intrinsic, part of the same chaotic plan.) he stepped back, watching with white eyes that made no judgement as the stranger approached the altar to pray.

her words a plea for the voices that would answer, would change her and all of them. he watched, a witness, his markings flickering blue-green in the void-light.

"welcome," he whispered, voice rough as gravel. he could smell blood, could see the familiar cyan bleeding into navy of the blood on her paws.

@dezba || +3 corruption points

ah, did he startle her? lips dotted with light-absorbing blue drew back into a black cheshire grin as the wolf turned around, raising one of six paws to gesture to the pearly white line that encircled the Altar-- a line she had crossed, one that could not be taken back now.

"I am ultraviolet," the alien offered kindly, white eyes holding pale violet as the vibrant royal navy pattern of a skull bore dark into his brow. if he cared more, perhaps he would ask her name in return, but it mattered little in the void-light stillness of the Altar's shadow. she was one of many canine, one of many gembound, one of many instruments of chaos.

one long, tufted ear flicked, and he settled his paws neatly under his body, slowly blinking. "you hear the voices, too?" everyone who entered heard them, surely, felt the power surging through their chest, saw the black-smeared visions of chaos.

he rose to his feet, body elongating as it stretched out on a stride of six legs, his void-light absorbing markings melting into pristine (only ever so slightly tinged sickly green) unblemished white as he circled the line drawn in decaying goo. "this is your first time, correct? welcome. how do you feel?" it mattered not if it was none of his business, he acted on the curiosity. if she took offense, that would be her problem, not his.

@dezba