Something sparks against their darkness. They pause.
...Seemingly, nothing.
They continue until there's just enough space.
Pact. Noted, despite meaning little to them yet. And a nod, smooth and strange, neck stretching far enough to appear uncomfortable.
Titanic as they are, a fragment of the Sea can hold the whole. They don't understand it any more than the Knight understood how they could tuck important objects into their chest for safekeeping. It's possible. The rest they can accept and pursue later.
The Lord of Shades arcs and bends. In a black fog, the ropy tendrils crushing together, half-binding into themselves, the rest bubbling away until impossible to see. A burst of nothing, something that seems like it should be heavy making the reverse of reverberation.
The Knight lands nimbly on the ledge. The sound of not-shell meeting metal echoes, distorted and late.
Their paws appear normal. Their cloak-wings are still trailing off to tangle around the metal, and they loosen each with a little concentration. They can't observe their mask without recruiting another Sibling's eyes to look through, but it's solid and strong when they tap along each side from chin to horn.
(It's crawling with Void down the center. They don't feel there enough to realize.)
Despite that oddness, this is the correct scale. It seems they've already forgotten how small they used to be...else the bug they now peer upwards to see is simply particularly tall.
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Date: 2023-09-29 01:35 am (UTC)...Seemingly, nothing.
They continue until there's just enough space.
Pact. Noted, despite meaning little to them yet. And a nod, smooth and strange, neck stretching far enough to appear uncomfortable.
Titanic as they are, a fragment of the Sea can hold the whole. They don't understand it any more than the Knight understood how they could tuck important objects into their chest for safekeeping. It's possible. The rest they can accept and pursue later.
The Lord of Shades arcs and bends. In a black fog, the ropy tendrils crushing together, half-binding into themselves, the rest bubbling away until impossible to see. A burst of nothing, something that seems like it should be heavy making the reverse of reverberation.
The Knight lands nimbly on the ledge. The sound of not-shell meeting metal echoes, distorted and late.
Their paws appear normal. Their cloak-wings are still trailing off to tangle around the metal, and they loosen each with a little concentration. They can't observe their mask without recruiting another Sibling's eyes to look through, but it's solid and strong when they tap along each side from chin to horn.
(It's crawling with Void down the center. They don't feel there enough to realize.)
Despite that oddness, this is the correct scale. It seems they've already forgotten how small they used to be...else the bug they now peer upwards to see is simply particularly tall.