Descensum Altar
Azure
Master Fighter (935)
Master Hunter (555)
Saboteur
Bloodletter
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
1991
1991
player
RelevantKoala
RelevantKoala
10-24-2022, 09:49 PM
Azure could admit to some annoyance where the continuation of the festival was concerned, he had already offered up some random shit for decorations and had expected that to be that. The Gods were supposed to be grateful and satiated and were to take the statue and poof back to wherever they came, hopefully without stealing the sun this time. It appeared however that there was still work to be done in this 'worship', and while Azure was not raised a God-fearing wolf... well, he had seen things that made being a disbeliever difficult. With a sigh he set out into the early morning sun to head south and then west, hoping to make it to the statue before any others he might know so no one could watch the Armada Warlord make a faithful offering. He idled a while to ensure he was alone before stepping up to the decorated altar. Reaching his head around to the pack slung over one shoulder he hesitantly withdrew his prize, revealing to the statue and it's familiars a reddish-brown eartip, preserved to the best of his abilities. It was clear that the ear in question had been badly abused and even had been stepped on at one point of time. Sparrow's ear was not a possession he would admit to treasure by any means but it was a symbol. A symbol of what lengths he would go to to protect what was his. Azure placed the eartip upon the altar gently, then took a single step back. Up to the dancing wolf's face he spoke. "A trophy, from the head of a pirate bitch who calls herself King." He was not the type to dive into monologue or long winded explanations, and besides, if this truly was a God represented in Boreas (and said God was truly even watching and listening) surely the deity would not need words spoken to understand it's significance. With a dip of his head he excused himself, leaving the ear for the familiars to claim and turning to begin the journey home. |
NPC:
As the battered ear hits the altar there is an odd shuddering feeling through the air, like a huge sound below the level of your hearing. The light appears to coalesce within the statue itself, brighter and brighter until you realize that it is the only light you can see, and then it fades, leaving you in the stygian darkness of a deep cavern. You see swirls and flashes of colors at the edges of your vision, but every time you turn to see what it was, the colors are gone.
"I bet you think your height is some sort of advantage, don't you?" a purring voice chuckles in your ear. You spin, but there's no one there. "That it gives you license to do whatever you want," it came again. In the darkness a sudden flickering light coalesces into a wavery projection, much like a very old movie projector though you wouldn't know that. You are surprised to see scenes playing out from your own life, all your wins in battle.
"It makes you proud, doesn't it? All these times you've used your size to bully and intimidate. Even your own mate." This time when you spin you see a faint outline of a wolf limned in flickering colors of light. The phantasm grins nastily at you, rolling over to lay on his back in midair, head flipped back to continue staring at you. "Oh, but it doesn't always work, does it?"
With a flick of its bushy tail the ghostly figure disappears, and now new scenes are playing against the darkness no matter where you look. All of your losses, your humiliations, are with loving and lavish detail spread before your eyes. The way your young, uselessly tiny son had defeated you. The fact that you never really won a fight all through your own childhood. All the humiliating ways Sparrow had defeated you. The scenes lingered especially long on that one, and the voice chuckled in your ear again. "Oh I like that one. A wolf after my own heart. You, though, boy... you are not so untouchable as you think your size makes you."
The phantom reappears suddenly in front of you, ghostly paws suddenly grasping your face in a grip like iron despite their incorporeal nature. The figure... kisses you, which wasn't really what you'd have expected perhaps. You definitely didn't expect the creature to suddenly flow into you through that contact, sliding down your throat and your nose like you were literally drowning in light, coldness coating you inside until you were screaming though you could make no sound leave your icy lungs.
And then it was gone, and you were standing right where you had begun. The sunlight was shining, the familiars were all going about their business as though nothing had happened... but the statue's eyes seemed to be glowing the same color as your own eyes, and one dropped shut in an unmistakable wink before flickering out. You find yourself heaving and coughing as though there is something stuck in your throat until finally you manage to dislodge it. A single daisy smacks wetly into the ground, coated in your saliva. How did that get there? "Hey," a sudden voice piped up at your side. A very young ferret is there, holding up a shriveled looking black paw. If this was a lucky rabbit's foot, it was definitely the weirdest looking one you'd ever seen. "He says that you're definitely going to need this, and you should definitely use it when the stakes are dire." The young ferret grins nastily before running off again.
As you leave, you can't help but feel like something within you is missing, though you can't quite put your finger on what. At least you have a couple souvenirs...
You have received:
Black Cat's Foot
A daisy?
As the battered ear hits the altar there is an odd shuddering feeling through the air, like a huge sound below the level of your hearing. The light appears to coalesce within the statue itself, brighter and brighter until you realize that it is the only light you can see, and then it fades, leaving you in the stygian darkness of a deep cavern. You see swirls and flashes of colors at the edges of your vision, but every time you turn to see what it was, the colors are gone.
"I bet you think your height is some sort of advantage, don't you?" a purring voice chuckles in your ear. You spin, but there's no one there. "That it gives you license to do whatever you want," it came again. In the darkness a sudden flickering light coalesces into a wavery projection, much like a very old movie projector though you wouldn't know that. You are surprised to see scenes playing out from your own life, all your wins in battle.
"It makes you proud, doesn't it? All these times you've used your size to bully and intimidate. Even your own mate." This time when you spin you see a faint outline of a wolf limned in flickering colors of light. The phantasm grins nastily at you, rolling over to lay on his back in midair, head flipped back to continue staring at you. "Oh, but it doesn't always work, does it?"
With a flick of its bushy tail the ghostly figure disappears, and now new scenes are playing against the darkness no matter where you look. All of your losses, your humiliations, are with loving and lavish detail spread before your eyes. The way your young, uselessly tiny son had defeated you. The fact that you never really won a fight all through your own childhood. All the humiliating ways Sparrow had defeated you. The scenes lingered especially long on that one, and the voice chuckled in your ear again. "Oh I like that one. A wolf after my own heart. You, though, boy... you are not so untouchable as you think your size makes you."
The phantom reappears suddenly in front of you, ghostly paws suddenly grasping your face in a grip like iron despite their incorporeal nature. The figure... kisses you, which wasn't really what you'd have expected perhaps. You definitely didn't expect the creature to suddenly flow into you through that contact, sliding down your throat and your nose like you were literally drowning in light, coldness coating you inside until you were screaming though you could make no sound leave your icy lungs.
And then it was gone, and you were standing right where you had begun. The sunlight was shining, the familiars were all going about their business as though nothing had happened... but the statue's eyes seemed to be glowing the same color as your own eyes, and one dropped shut in an unmistakable wink before flickering out. You find yourself heaving and coughing as though there is something stuck in your throat until finally you manage to dislodge it. A single daisy smacks wetly into the ground, coated in your saliva. How did that get there? "Hey," a sudden voice piped up at your side. A very young ferret is there, holding up a shriveled looking black paw. If this was a lucky rabbit's foot, it was definitely the weirdest looking one you'd ever seen. "He says that you're definitely going to need this, and you should definitely use it when the stakes are dire." The young ferret grins nastily before running off again.
As you leave, you can't help but feel like something within you is missing, though you can't quite put your finger on what. At least you have a couple souvenirs...
You have received:
Black Cat's Foot
A daisy?
![](https://i.imgur.com/j1NFCeT.png" "by pimsiri @ DA")
Both of Azure's ears have notches and tears.
Az has a scar across his right eye, a mirror image of his natural born marking.
Azure has saber fangs, bone spurs on his elbows and knees, and the paws/forelimbs of a bear.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.
Azure's companions are a very big bat and a young clouded leopard, unless otherwise stated assume they're not with him.