1. K

    Paint by Adventures | A Seasonal Event Thread

    He wanted things from her. She was sure her ears were red. Could feel the heat in her cheeks. But it made her absent, when she really should've been paying attention to what he'd said. He did say something, right? Whole moment felt like a dream, and she was yet to decide if she'd treasure it as...
  2. K

    Paint by Adventures | A Seasonal Event Thread

    Am...amnesia. Wasn't a word she knew back when they were kids. Doubted it was a word he knew back when he was still...himself. But there were certain kind of lies you didn't mind, even as you saw through them. Because she could still feel the cold as it bit her. Some illusions were real enough...
  3. K

    Paint by Adventures | A Seasonal Event Thread

    Water and scale prayers always did have a sense of humor. And whether it was the water that responded or her own, proper Lord, one had to laugh. The slap of slime and scale across her cheek was familiar. It had been ages since they tried to net the arrowfish. But any good fisherman knew that all...
  4. K

    Kindling

    She'd come back to see him for the holidays, like promised. The room had gotten more decrepit than last year. Or the one before. The air was stuffier, the furniture more sparse and spent. There were cracks and gaps along the stone walls. He no longer wore any clothes, the sunk of his ribcage...
  5. K

    Paint by Adventures | A Seasonal Event Thread

    It was Aembi's turn to be defiled, and she couldn't do it. Wasn't even the first time. Last month she heard footsteps in the hallway before the shrinework was done. The one before that, the weather had been ugly. Couldn't even remember what stayed her hand the one before that. Because she'd been...
  6. K

    Private The Gods feast

    „We can smell the work.“ Kyu offered. „And the blood.“ A much older woman from within the group, her accent broken. „You don't appear to be harmed.“ Offer in a warmthless smile. „But we are healers.“ Among other things. „And your friend could use the help.“ The more time they spent with it...
  7. K

    Private The Gods feast

    Kyu AHEMed loud enough. „I speak trade-tongue.“ Looked at the elf with a concerned look often spared for small animals, children, and those dropped on the head at an early age. They understood him well enough. Came for the suspicious bowl – a thing clearly of Aetochi, but likely not of Sonshan...
  8. K

    Private The Gods feast

    Hawkflesh was close enough to see the group for the seven they were. Four in ashen robes like Kuuga's, and three wrapped themselves in lighter hues. One of the robed came over and sniffed at the elf as he spoke – tusks lazily grinding on top teeth, testing. „Smells of spirits... and burned.“...
  9. K

    Private The Gods feast

    She had no time to respond, to explain. He was already rising. Door slid open. That unsettled her more than it should. She had no strength to judge gratitude from fear – only knew that it had been quick. Too quick. He moved like someone used to following orders. Or someone who needed to believe...
  10. K

    Private The Gods feast

    Lies always felt hungrier than the truth, needing constant feeding just to stay covered. But she didn't press. You learned that with time. You only pressed when you had guts to swallow the answer. „People like us.“ But they didn't have anything in common. Not really. Only the things all people...
  11. K

    Private The Gods feast

    She'd woken before him. Not with peace or strength – but clarity. The sharp turn that came from pain and quieter things. She didn't move. Told herself she couldn't. And maybe that was the truth. The body rested, one eye half-lidded – shadows playing games with the corners. The candle had...
  12. K

    Private The Gods feast

    She heard him right away. Still took a moment for an answer to form. It was easy to pretend it was pain and delirium. But the simple words were difficult – and that was the truth of it. She regretted them before they fully left her mouth: „It could give him back.“ Only she didn't know if there...
  13. K

    Private The Gods feast

    There should've been a blush from having been washed, treated and undressed. But she was red enough from where the thread still barely held together. Too tired for thoughts of impropriety or shame. Hawkflesh seemed to be drifting to sleep. How long had she been out? The Sun was just shy of the...
  14. K

    Private The Gods feast

    She flinched at the words, trying to shift to a more guarded stance, but the body betrayed her. So she settled back down, another failure, insult to injury. Eyes tried to take in the unfamiliar detail. She had not been here before. But she knew places like this. A lesser shrine, of a lesser...
  15. K

    Private The Gods feast

    Somewhere else, a soft flame. Two bowls, one cracked, the other still warm. Nashi's hand reaching to snuff the light, just like she told him to. And then she's alone again, in the smoke. She didn't know the name of the shrine. She knew the smell. Same cheap candles they used when they were...
  16. K

    Private The Gods feast

    She rested on the ground like poorly folded laundry. Her eyes no longer had time for the scene. Only the bowl, and the unfamiliar reflection in the blood. In but a moment, the spirit was reduced to little more than noise. Or was that ringing in her ears? Enough to feed It, she hoped. Her voice...
  17. K

    Private The Gods feast

    Her breath grew shallow. But the bowl still drank, and the phantom still shrieked. All work came at a cost, and she refused her own weakness to be the end. As she forced her spine straight, her shoulder throbbed. Pain was a welcome reminder. She was still there. The dead couldn't hurt. Still...
  18. K

    Dare When the birds come back

    Kuuga didn’t answer right away. Because the table felt different now. She didn’t mind the change. But she did wonder if she had a hand in the powdered man’s sudden departure. The boy kept eating and she found joy in that. Moments of plenty always ached as a reminder of when such things had been...
  19. K

    Private The Gods feast

    Kuuga did not scream, but she did stagger. The blade was meant to be a siphon. Her blood a catalyst. The bowl – the mouth. But some spirits... clung harder. The spectral limb struck as the echo peeled away. Shard of an old prayer, a sharpened memory. A line of wet warmth cut through her left...
  20. K

    Open Offerings and other little things

    Sonshan, Lower Tiers A cool summer night [OOC: Every summer, a festival is held across Aetochi that sees people flock to the night markets of Sonshan. The tradition is to leave small offerings to appease the Eight Divine and ensure the seasonal storms pass gently. Much of the region's trade...
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