Post by Shirogane on Apr 10, 2015 23:01:39 GMT -5
Boom.
A deep, distance rumble sent the clouds above array. Their white tufts torn to asunder through the sheer force of the vibrations produced bu the sound.
So rapidly his body had already begun to adapt to the rushing sound of the wind, that they finely tuned the volume of the world below. Even here, several tens of thousands of feet above the surface of which they walked upon, he could hear them. Mutterings, whispers. Tones of confusion as they peered up to try and catch a glance at the cause of the distortion.
Boom.
Another rumble, this one closer and significantly louder, shattering the glass of significantly tall buildings. Their screams tormented him even more than the nightmares he endured those long years. Pierced deep into the sensitive membrane of his ear until he was forced to clasp fiery hands over their buds in attempt to block out the sound.
Cypress globes, once clenched shut, hesitantly cracked open; peering out beyond thick white lash and dancing flame. Perhaps from the force of the wind, or his body rapidly adjusting his vision for this world, First found it difficult to see much of anything beyond the buildup of water and strong stinging sensation across much of the lenses surface.
A clench and several blinks helped clear his vision.
Beauty.
Magnificence.
Wonder.
A world like which he'd never seen before.
A metropolis was in view, with its towering unknown metal structures piercing high into the heavens. A dull, grey jungle encased a garden of greens, pinks, blues, and more. He wanted to be there in that grassy knoll, surrounded by the budding pink petals and what he hoped was a sweet, glorious aroma. Desired to bathe within the crystalline clear tiny lakes that riddled the field and rivaled his own eyes in both hue and purity.
Oh how he so desired to steer himself there...
Solitary wing, adorned in anodized silver feathers, refused to give in to his inner desire. Refused to budge an inch until he listened to reason. The innocents he'd endanger, not only by his undoubtedly meteor-like impact but from his presence alone, meant his visit to that Eden would have to wait.
Finally, it moved. Angled in such a way that his trajectory changed, aiming him well outside the city.
Eyes closed and a sigh mixed of relief and regret escaped him. At least he wasn't going to harm anythi-..
Crash
Flaming body tore through something solid. Slated rock, wood, and some combination of fluffy material.
Why did he close his eyes?
Smack.
The sensation of falling was suddenly cut short by the rather abrupt introduction to treated, waxed slabs of wood; somehow they'd managed to not completely splinter upon his impact. Oddly enough, he found himself grateful for whatever it was he had crashed through. If not for it, he feared the beautiful wood floors and the countless decorations that littered the room might have been destroyed as well..
" Again?! "
The shout of someone just beyond the confines of the building he had landed within flooded his ears. Hands clutched tightly over them, mind forcing his body to adapt to the lack of loud, rushing air while it adapted to whatever language it was they spoke.
From tone alone, First was able to discern that the man was rather perturbed about something. Perhaps some hellions had stolen from his gardens, or wild bastions had made off with some shiny object he owned. Whatever the case was, he hoped the man wouldn't be too upset when he found an all too alien being embedded within his nicely decorated home.
Wood planks heaved, rolling him over onto his back. Bruised face peered up through the hole, and green eyes marveled at the blanket of blue that wrapped around this world. For now, he'd lay here and hopefully go unnoticed while his body did what only it was programmed for.
Adapt.
In the mean time... First commanded his arm to rise so that his other might pluck the bandages from around its lengthy fingers; bandages that it too shared. Slowly, they unraveled, though he was careful not to allow the bloody rags to abandon their post of guarding his grotesque arm from sight.
Equally marred, his fingers stretched and enjoyed the freedom granted to them for that moment. For so long they'd only been allowed to see the light of day when the tortures commenced.
For too long.
Gently, he caressed padded tips across the sleek surface, listening for its reply.
Silence.
A pout, accompanied by a sigh.
Again they caressed, this time teasing the wood into a response. Only when it let out the faintest of whispers did he allow his palm to greet its surface fully, anxiously awaiting to hear its story.
A deep, distance rumble sent the clouds above array. Their white tufts torn to asunder through the sheer force of the vibrations produced bu the sound.
So rapidly his body had already begun to adapt to the rushing sound of the wind, that they finely tuned the volume of the world below. Even here, several tens of thousands of feet above the surface of which they walked upon, he could hear them. Mutterings, whispers. Tones of confusion as they peered up to try and catch a glance at the cause of the distortion.
Boom.
Another rumble, this one closer and significantly louder, shattering the glass of significantly tall buildings. Their screams tormented him even more than the nightmares he endured those long years. Pierced deep into the sensitive membrane of his ear until he was forced to clasp fiery hands over their buds in attempt to block out the sound.
Cypress globes, once clenched shut, hesitantly cracked open; peering out beyond thick white lash and dancing flame. Perhaps from the force of the wind, or his body rapidly adjusting his vision for this world, First found it difficult to see much of anything beyond the buildup of water and strong stinging sensation across much of the lenses surface.
A clench and several blinks helped clear his vision.
Beauty.
Magnificence.
Wonder.
A world like which he'd never seen before.
A metropolis was in view, with its towering unknown metal structures piercing high into the heavens. A dull, grey jungle encased a garden of greens, pinks, blues, and more. He wanted to be there in that grassy knoll, surrounded by the budding pink petals and what he hoped was a sweet, glorious aroma. Desired to bathe within the crystalline clear tiny lakes that riddled the field and rivaled his own eyes in both hue and purity.
Oh how he so desired to steer himself there...
Solitary wing, adorned in anodized silver feathers, refused to give in to his inner desire. Refused to budge an inch until he listened to reason. The innocents he'd endanger, not only by his undoubtedly meteor-like impact but from his presence alone, meant his visit to that Eden would have to wait.
Finally, it moved. Angled in such a way that his trajectory changed, aiming him well outside the city.
Eyes closed and a sigh mixed of relief and regret escaped him. At least he wasn't going to harm anythi-..
Crash
Flaming body tore through something solid. Slated rock, wood, and some combination of fluffy material.
Why did he close his eyes?
Smack.
The sensation of falling was suddenly cut short by the rather abrupt introduction to treated, waxed slabs of wood; somehow they'd managed to not completely splinter upon his impact. Oddly enough, he found himself grateful for whatever it was he had crashed through. If not for it, he feared the beautiful wood floors and the countless decorations that littered the room might have been destroyed as well..
" Again?! "
The shout of someone just beyond the confines of the building he had landed within flooded his ears. Hands clutched tightly over them, mind forcing his body to adapt to the lack of loud, rushing air while it adapted to whatever language it was they spoke.
From tone alone, First was able to discern that the man was rather perturbed about something. Perhaps some hellions had stolen from his gardens, or wild bastions had made off with some shiny object he owned. Whatever the case was, he hoped the man wouldn't be too upset when he found an all too alien being embedded within his nicely decorated home.
Wood planks heaved, rolling him over onto his back. Bruised face peered up through the hole, and green eyes marveled at the blanket of blue that wrapped around this world. For now, he'd lay here and hopefully go unnoticed while his body did what only it was programmed for.
Adapt.
In the mean time... First commanded his arm to rise so that his other might pluck the bandages from around its lengthy fingers; bandages that it too shared. Slowly, they unraveled, though he was careful not to allow the bloody rags to abandon their post of guarding his grotesque arm from sight.
Equally marred, his fingers stretched and enjoyed the freedom granted to them for that moment. For so long they'd only been allowed to see the light of day when the tortures commenced.
For too long.
Gently, he caressed padded tips across the sleek surface, listening for its reply.
Silence.
A pout, accompanied by a sigh.
Again they caressed, this time teasing the wood into a response. Only when it let out the faintest of whispers did he allow his palm to greet its surface fully, anxiously awaiting to hear its story.
800/16
Feel free to give me a brief rundown of the buildings more recent history. I don't reckon he'll be given too long to listen, after all.xD As first, I'd say it's safe to assume she senses someone within the 250-300 Reiatsu range, before very rapidly falling off as he loses more and more of his connection to the Creator, and as his body adapts. You're also free to describe his wing disintegrating/leaving a skeletal impression on the ground if you'd like.
Feel free to give me a brief rundown of the buildings more recent history. I don't reckon he'll be given too long to listen, after all.xD As first, I'd say it's safe to assume she senses someone within the 250-300 Reiatsu range, before very rapidly falling off as he loses more and more of his connection to the Creator, and as his body adapts. You're also free to describe his wing disintegrating/leaving a skeletal impression on the ground if you'd like.