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Denial and Wishlist
:: [Magic: Dark(?) x Shock | Ability to create ball lightning, from the size of a gumball to a softball, and direct it towards her opponent so that when it explodes a near-deafening noise found in natural ball lightning is heard, as well as sending out electricity to burn and attack the body's cells to cause spasms, numbness, and electric burns. Unable to control the ball once she has released it in a certain direction, can be harmed by it if it explodes while she's too close. Can also create small ball lightning where only the sound is still there and a small, static-electricity levels apparent. Used mostly for playful purposes in these instances]
The presence of a celestial was impossible to ignore. Perhaps it was the fact they were their creators, their immortal guardians that enchanted the lands they named herd and called home. A tug of skin in the direction of their aura, a siren call to the travelers nearby. It had only been felt once by the rose faded damsel, a blessing that she had met the God she most revered and worshiped upon her first encounter with one of their immortal guardians. There was a curiosity that lay in her mind, a questioning of whether or not she should investigate and determine which celestial had dropped into their plane for a visit and possible bestowal of heavenly tokens and tasks. She paused to ponder over her choices, watching the sudden drastic increase of population in the area with amused disbelief.
Hotaru had no reason to be in the Heart. Since the shades had been cured and their freedom returned she'd found no reason to revisit their previous unwilling sanctuary. It was no longer a necessity and so she had moved on. She was no creature of constancy or devotion, her sentimentality was rather restricted. Why she had even been in the Heart was of no consequence to her, for she had no family to worry over her return, no mate to greet at the fall of the evening. Even as she paused to watch the creatures similarly drawn in by the God's presence, skin threatening droplets of sweat beneath the unnaturally sweltering heat of the Heart, she found no desire to question why or how she had ended up among their numbers.
Her desire to see her Goddess, the only encounter she'd had so far, was a powerful thing. She despised the idea of becoming a mindless sheep, a follower of the trickle of nameless bodies that were driven on by greed to the side of the immortal hiding beneath the surface. Hotaru did not deny her own greed, though it was not for the magic itself. No, she wanted only to show that she was actually worth it, that her family was wrong. She wanted nobody to be able to push her around ever again. To become so powerful that nobody could get close enough to hurt her ever again. But at least she, unlike the lying scum that claimed only respect and adoration, was aware that her motives were not fully pure.
These motives were what decided her fate, sighing and trailing behind the stranger that next shuffled down into the mouth of the sanctuary below. But somehow before he is even revealed she knows it is not her mistress waiting below the surface. And though she has never met the Lord of Time, she cannot summon the sickeningly desperate flattery and assuming phrases that go sliding pathetically off the tongues of those gathered. She will not indulge in their games of vanity and peacocking, their desperate vying for attention, to be chosen as the God's underling. Hotaru suspects that he knows her own feelings; or at least upon his own terms could discern from her unguarded mortal mind how she felt towards him. Awe, appreciation, respect, fearfully impressed, loyal. Why waste words that can never amount to what she desires to convey?
Instead she dips one pale leg, bowing before the Lord with a respectfully submissive bow of her tiara. Her crescent amulet slides a notch down the ivory length of her horn to spin in slow silver circles in the available lighting. And as she straightens, silent and composed, she awaits what he intends to do or say.
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Wrote this once on my phone and lost it so here's try number two, written on my phone once again |: so ugly
:: [Magic: Dark(?) x Shock | Ability to create ball lightning, from the size of a gumball to a softball, and direct it towards her opponent so that when it explodes a near-deafening noise found in natural ball lightning is heard, as well as sending out electricity to burn and attack the body's cells to cause spasms, numbness, and electric burns. Unable to control the ball once she has released it in a certain direction, can be harmed by it if it explodes while she's too close. Can also create small ball lightning where only the sound is still there and a small, static-electricity levels apparent. Used mostly for playful purposes in these instances]
The presence of a celestial was impossible to ignore. Perhaps it was the fact they were their creators, their immortal guardians that enchanted the lands they named herd and called home. A tug of skin in the direction of their aura, a siren call to the travelers nearby. It had only been felt once by the rose faded damsel, a blessing that she had met the God she most revered and worshiped upon her first encounter with one of their immortal guardians. There was a curiosity that lay in her mind, a questioning of whether or not she should investigate and determine which celestial had dropped into their plane for a visit and possible bestowal of heavenly tokens and tasks. She paused to ponder over her choices, watching the sudden drastic increase of population in the area with amused disbelief.
Hotaru had no reason to be in the Heart. Since the shades had been cured and their freedom returned she'd found no reason to revisit their previous unwilling sanctuary. It was no longer a necessity and so she had moved on. She was no creature of constancy or devotion, her sentimentality was rather restricted. Why she had even been in the Heart was of no consequence to her, for she had no family to worry over her return, no mate to greet at the fall of the evening. Even as she paused to watch the creatures similarly drawn in by the God's presence, skin threatening droplets of sweat beneath the unnaturally sweltering heat of the Heart, she found no desire to question why or how she had ended up among their numbers.
Her desire to see her Goddess, the only encounter she'd had so far, was a powerful thing. She despised the idea of becoming a mindless sheep, a follower of the trickle of nameless bodies that were driven on by greed to the side of the immortal hiding beneath the surface. Hotaru did not deny her own greed, though it was not for the magic itself. No, she wanted only to show that she was actually worth it, that her family was wrong. She wanted nobody to be able to push her around ever again. To become so powerful that nobody could get close enough to hurt her ever again. But at least she, unlike the lying scum that claimed only respect and adoration, was aware that her motives were not fully pure.
These motives were what decided her fate, sighing and trailing behind the stranger that next shuffled down into the mouth of the sanctuary below. But somehow before he is even revealed she knows it is not her mistress waiting below the surface. And though she has never met the Lord of Time, she cannot summon the sickeningly desperate flattery and assuming phrases that go sliding pathetically off the tongues of those gathered. She will not indulge in their games of vanity and peacocking, their desperate vying for attention, to be chosen as the God's underling. Hotaru suspects that he knows her own feelings; or at least upon his own terms could discern from her unguarded mortal mind how she felt towards him. Awe, appreciation, respect, fearfully impressed, loyal. Why waste words that can never amount to what she desires to convey?
Instead she dips one pale leg, bowing before the Lord with a respectfully submissive bow of her tiara. Her crescent amulet slides a notch down the ivory length of her horn to spin in slow silver circles in the available lighting. And as she straightens, silent and composed, she awaits what he intends to do or say.
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Wrote this once on my phone and lost it so here's try number two, written on my phone once again |: so ugly
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Plot with me here!
