Jan 10 2021, 05:41 PM
Around two hours ago, the Voidmother had escaped her prison. Now, she was returning to Cetus -- her entry was quiet at first, but then the blooru was braying excitedly to announce their presence. "KOO-ROOO!" she cried, and to those who were perceptive, the Voidmother's voice followed as she drew closer to their home.
"Family? My Children? Are you still here! Your Mother has finally returned!" It had been too long -- but being in Canis, it was borderline upsetting. She remembered being kidnapped here, hurting that poor spider here, making herself horrifically nauseous in the process. She was sure that, in some ways, she'd nearly died. In others, she had.
It had been cycles. She'd been gone longer than she'd been with them, and it made her feel like crawling back into that hole in shame. She was so helpless without them, and then they'd been unable to find her. She was unsure how they must have felt -- unsure of what had happened in her absence. Voidstrider had tried to fill her in in fleeting images and memories, spikes of fear and confusion here and there, but she'd been half-feral in the Voidmother's absence and wasn't the most reliable or understandable source for all things history.
Now, she was arriving. If all was well, they'd be moving -- the Blooru had shown her a memory of a bright green cave full of trees that did not look like Eridanus. The Voidmother did not know if she could handle staying in Cetus any longer -- just being here made her nervous, and highly aware of her own weaknesses. Instead, she needed a change of pace, and a place to feel safe. Her family, therefore, would be coming with her.
"Voidcrawlers! Are you here?"
"Family? My Children? Are you still here! Your Mother has finally returned!" It had been too long -- but being in Canis, it was borderline upsetting. She remembered being kidnapped here, hurting that poor spider here, making herself horrifically nauseous in the process. She was sure that, in some ways, she'd nearly died. In others, she had.
It had been cycles. She'd been gone longer than she'd been with them, and it made her feel like crawling back into that hole in shame. She was so helpless without them, and then they'd been unable to find her. She was unsure how they must have felt -- unsure of what had happened in her absence. Voidstrider had tried to fill her in in fleeting images and memories, spikes of fear and confusion here and there, but she'd been half-feral in the Voidmother's absence and wasn't the most reliable or understandable source for all things history.
Now, she was arriving. If all was well, they'd be moving -- the Blooru had shown her a memory of a bright green cave full of trees that did not look like Eridanus. The Voidmother did not know if she could handle staying in Cetus any longer -- just being here made her nervous, and highly aware of her own weaknesses. Instead, she needed a change of pace, and a place to feel safe. Her family, therefore, would be coming with her.
"Voidcrawlers! Are you here?"