Post by Lone Dancer on Nov 12, 2021 22:50:42 GMT
"Moon, are you okay?" Kinkajou asked, the rainwing slightly pale in color, a vast change from their usual vibrancy.
"What? No, no, I'm doing just fine! Why do you ask?" Kinkajou could swear Moonwatcher's tone turned suspicious near the end.
"You've been seeming... off lately. It's hard to explain. But I'm sure it's fine. It'll likely pass!" Kinkajou injected forced cheer into her words, but Moon noticed the way they quickly made exit from their shared room. Darkstalker snorted in her head.
"Pay the rainwing no mind. They may suspect something, but it will not interfere with our plans. Now, back to my lessons."
Moonwatcher found herself blanking out of reality and her surroundings. It was fine though. She trusted Darkstalker, before her thoughts dimmed as she was placed and shut in a box away from her body. Darkstalker knew best.
"What? No, no, I'm doing just fine! Why do you ask?" Kinkajou could swear Moonwatcher's tone turned suspicious near the end.
"You've been seeming... off lately. It's hard to explain. But I'm sure it's fine. It'll likely pass!" Kinkajou injected forced cheer into her words, but Moon noticed the way they quickly made exit from their shared room. Darkstalker snorted in her head.
"Pay the rainwing no mind. They may suspect something, but it will not interfere with our plans. Now, back to my lessons."
Moonwatcher found herself blanking out of reality and her surroundings. It was fine though. She trusted Darkstalker, before her thoughts dimmed as she was placed and shut in a box away from her body. Darkstalker knew best.
***
Moon, or well, Darkstaker shook her- his head. The little nightwing was naive, desperate for answers and peace. Things that he only he could grant. He was a gracious ruler, and Moonwatcher was his sole subject. Though that would change in time.
While he was trapped in that accursed mountain, Moonwatcher gave him something he lacked; a movable, functionable body. It was flawed, yes, missing the perfection of his original form, and sometimes his control would fizzle, but those would be fixed soon.
He shook himself from his thoughts, and he edged himself out the dimly lit cave of a room that Moonwatcher called home for now. It was dingy, and unsuited for someone of his stature. Yet another thing he would have to change.
As he traversed the tunnels that made the hallways of the school Moon studied under, he felt small. Moonwatcher was tiny compared to him, and he disliked the small feeling. It made him feel vulnerable. He did his best to reduce the click-clacking of claws striking stone as he slunk around. It was nearing night, and dragonets were readying for sleep, some already so.
Darkstalker didn't acknowledge any dragons that passed him by, merely skimming any thoughts of interest. As he passed a particular icewing and sandwing, he had to make an actual effort to not snort audibly. They tried to hide it, even to themselves, but they were heads over tails over Moon. It was almost sad, really.
But they weren't deserving of his attention. They were of no consequence. The sandwing tried to say hi, but Darkstalker merely brushed him aside, too busy to engage in chit-chat. He had a place to be, and his time was limited. Controlling Moon's body, even with her permission was straining, but it assured that he was doing everything herself. Himself. Himself. He was Darkstalker. Not Moon. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts
Finally, he arrived at the library, ready to prepare his works as he pulled out a few scrolls, unconsciously nodding at the blind librarian. He still had manners, after all. As he read through the rather old texts, somewhat impressed the school managed to source these, he was missing his Scroll. Having the full extent of his animus powers would make expedient so many processes.
But daydreaming was pointless, and he something to find. Soon, plans set oh so long ago would arrive into fruition.
While he was trapped in that accursed mountain, Moonwatcher gave him something he lacked; a movable, functionable body. It was flawed, yes, missing the perfection of his original form, and sometimes his control would fizzle, but those would be fixed soon.
He shook himself from his thoughts, and he edged himself out the dimly lit cave of a room that Moonwatcher called home for now. It was dingy, and unsuited for someone of his stature. Yet another thing he would have to change.
As he traversed the tunnels that made the hallways of the school Moon studied under, he felt small. Moonwatcher was tiny compared to him, and he disliked the small feeling. It made him feel vulnerable. He did his best to reduce the click-clacking of claws striking stone as he slunk around. It was nearing night, and dragonets were readying for sleep, some already so.
Darkstalker didn't acknowledge any dragons that passed him by, merely skimming any thoughts of interest. As he passed a particular icewing and sandwing, he had to make an actual effort to not snort audibly. They tried to hide it, even to themselves, but they were heads over tails over Moon. It was almost sad, really.
But they weren't deserving of his attention. They were of no consequence. The sandwing tried to say hi, but Darkstalker merely brushed him aside, too busy to engage in chit-chat. He had a place to be, and his time was limited. Controlling Moon's body, even with her permission was straining, but it assured that he was doing everything herself. Himself. Himself. He was Darkstalker. Not Moon. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts
Finally, he arrived at the library, ready to prepare his works as he pulled out a few scrolls, unconsciously nodding at the blind librarian. He still had manners, after all. As he read through the rather old texts, somewhat impressed the school managed to source these, he was missing his Scroll. Having the full extent of his animus powers would make expedient so many processes.
But daydreaming was pointless, and he something to find. Soon, plans set oh so long ago would arrive into fruition.
