Soulless Forest Altar
10-28-2022, 08:15 PM
Relm hadn't visited the statue that Alastor and his family had seen prior to now, she had just heard about it as well as a few other statue sightings and strange autumnal changes surrounding them. Elysium was spared, yes spared from whatever was going on outside. Relm was extremely skeptical of what she heard. She had a hard time during The Long Night and since then any bit of unordinary occurrences had her on edge. This was not normal, no matter how kind these little creatures seemed to be. Kind, or tolerable.
She followed some of the pack members including Alastor and Kichi, and stayed silent amongst the crowd as she was. Her eyes were keen to look around at everyone, everything. The bloodbath of the lands, the familiar creatures, the daunting statue. She wondered if offering something as others had and maybe as they were told would do well in her favor. Keep her out of the hauntings that were past. They still haunted her from time to time, that was just life. Before the statue, she looked straight up into the fiery haze of their eyes. She felt like she stopped breathing for a moment. Her eyes dropped and scoured the alter below her, and without looking at any of the creatures here to accept the offering she untied her black cloak and slid it off her back to hand it to them. Revealing her scars but she was certainly not ashamed of them. There was only one in the vicinity that would know the meaning of giving it up, but she wouldn't even look to him as she did. She'd be quick to move out from the alter and the land when the event was over.
"Relm"
She followed some of the pack members including Alastor and Kichi, and stayed silent amongst the crowd as she was. Her eyes were keen to look around at everyone, everything. The bloodbath of the lands, the familiar creatures, the daunting statue. She wondered if offering something as others had and maybe as they were told would do well in her favor. Keep her out of the hauntings that were past. They still haunted her from time to time, that was just life. Before the statue, she looked straight up into the fiery haze of their eyes. She felt like she stopped breathing for a moment. Her eyes dropped and scoured the alter below her, and without looking at any of the creatures here to accept the offering she untied her black cloak and slid it off her back to hand it to them. Revealing her scars but she was certainly not ashamed of them. There was only one in the vicinity that would know the meaning of giving it up, but she wouldn't even look to him as she did. She'd be quick to move out from the alter and the land when the event was over.
NPC:
Your offering is laid, quickly and without preamble. While you do not meet the gaze of any of the surrounding familiars, you can feel their eyes boring down upon you with each step you take. They watch you solemnly as you expose yourself and your scars to the world around you and the longer you linger beneath their gaze, the more the pressure surrounding you begins to build. Are they testing your resolve intentionally, maybe judging whether or not you are truly done with hiding? You cannot tell for sure, and before you are given the opportunity to even consider shrinking beneath their stares something begins to happen.
The fog - ever present in these woods - begins to recede, slowly first but rolling consistently faster as seconds tick by. Light pours forth unfiltered upon you and the offering on the altar, forcing you and your cloak to the center of all's focus as the accessory begins to rise and fold.. into something new.
It is clear as soon as you see it that the material from your cloak has found it's way aesthetically into the leather chestpiece, it's purpose clearly for physical protection rather than the emotional safety the clothing had once provided. It's edges have formed deliberately to fit you, embracing your chest and coming up over your shoulders, wrapping around the pink-colored fur and leaving your scarring deliberately exposed for all to see. No longer can you hide behind camouflage, nor have you ever needed to.
Before you go, something draws you to glance up and meet the stoney gaze upon each of the three-headed statue’s faces. A keen observer might notice a distinct change in the expression of each as they look upon the intricate carving, where each of the cerberus’ maws have appeared to curve up into the barest of smiles.
You have received:
Battle Accessory
Staff: note when claimed
Your offering is laid, quickly and without preamble. While you do not meet the gaze of any of the surrounding familiars, you can feel their eyes boring down upon you with each step you take. They watch you solemnly as you expose yourself and your scars to the world around you and the longer you linger beneath their gaze, the more the pressure surrounding you begins to build. Are they testing your resolve intentionally, maybe judging whether or not you are truly done with hiding? You cannot tell for sure, and before you are given the opportunity to even consider shrinking beneath their stares something begins to happen.
The fog - ever present in these woods - begins to recede, slowly first but rolling consistently faster as seconds tick by. Light pours forth unfiltered upon you and the offering on the altar, forcing you and your cloak to the center of all's focus as the accessory begins to rise and fold.. into something new.
It is clear as soon as you see it that the material from your cloak has found it's way aesthetically into the leather chestpiece, it's purpose clearly for physical protection rather than the emotional safety the clothing had once provided. It's edges have formed deliberately to fit you, embracing your chest and coming up over your shoulders, wrapping around the pink-colored fur and leaving your scarring deliberately exposed for all to see. No longer can you hide behind camouflage, nor have you ever needed to.
Before you go, something draws you to glance up and meet the stoney gaze upon each of the three-headed statue’s faces. A keen observer might notice a distinct change in the expression of each as they look upon the intricate carving, where each of the cerberus’ maws have appeared to curve up into the barest of smiles.
You have received:
Battle Accessory
Staff: note when claimed
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