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03-01-2016, 05:35 AM
but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
What am I doing here?
He belonged about as much as a snowflake in an oven.
Something was making an awful lot of noise, its voice a hideous, grating cacophony, and through the press of bodies Mauja thought he saw fire. His ears flicked back, flat against his neck. If something was burning here, he wasn't going to stick around for it to get to him. He was done with that shit, please and thank you.
But as he made to back away and leave, Naerys came up beside him, effectively halting him before he had even managed to get anywhere. "Mauja." He didn't think of the distance between them, merely sidled closer, and as she asked him what was going on he opened his mouth—but got no chance to speak. Whatever the thing hidden by the press of bodies was gave its answer, shrill and savage, and if Mauja's ears could've fallen any flatter they would've. “Maybe I don’t wanna hand it over just yet!” It? Ah—suddenly he understood what had drawn them all, why the orange glow reflected in greedy, beady eyes, why they had bothered this rather... vicious creature.
"Magic," he said softly to Naerys, flicking his white tail once as Tilney did something, before heading around—to leave? Without his lantern? Concerned, Mauja glanced back to the center of the gathering, but the rest of the bodies had shifted to fill up the space Tilney had left. "The offended creature is probably guarding a magic orb." He waved his horn at those gathered. "And they all want it." Do I want it? No, not particularly—what would he do with more magic, anyway? It wasn't like he had this deeply rooted desire to conjure firestorms or some such shit. He peered at Naerys, something serious in his eyes. "Do you want it?"
[ Wishlist ]
:: [Magic: FirexWind (U) | Ability to summon flaming birds which fly outward from him in a semi-circle. Birds will either heal or harm depending on his intent. ]
:: [ Restrictions | 10 small birds or 5 large ones reaching no further out than 5ft. ]
+1 Prior Refusal
He belonged about as much as a snowflake in an oven.
Something was making an awful lot of noise, its voice a hideous, grating cacophony, and through the press of bodies Mauja thought he saw fire. His ears flicked back, flat against his neck. If something was burning here, he wasn't going to stick around for it to get to him. He was done with that shit, please and thank you.
But as he made to back away and leave, Naerys came up beside him, effectively halting him before he had even managed to get anywhere. "Mauja." He didn't think of the distance between them, merely sidled closer, and as she asked him what was going on he opened his mouth—but got no chance to speak. Whatever the thing hidden by the press of bodies was gave its answer, shrill and savage, and if Mauja's ears could've fallen any flatter they would've. “Maybe I don’t wanna hand it over just yet!” It? Ah—suddenly he understood what had drawn them all, why the orange glow reflected in greedy, beady eyes, why they had bothered this rather... vicious creature.
"Magic," he said softly to Naerys, flicking his white tail once as Tilney did something, before heading around—to leave? Without his lantern? Concerned, Mauja glanced back to the center of the gathering, but the rest of the bodies had shifted to fill up the space Tilney had left. "The offended creature is probably guarding a magic orb." He waved his horn at those gathered. "And they all want it." Do I want it? No, not particularly—what would he do with more magic, anyway? It wasn't like he had this deeply rooted desire to conjure firestorms or some such shit. He peered at Naerys, something serious in his eyes. "Do you want it?"
[ Wishlist ]
:: [Magic: FirexWind (U) | Ability to summon flaming birds which fly outward from him in a semi-circle. Birds will either heal or harm depending on his intent. ]
:: [ Restrictions | 10 small birds or 5 large ones reaching no further out than 5ft. ]
+1 Prior Refusal
man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
