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Post by Renathan on Apr 20, 2020 22:35:55 GMT -6
Sango wondered if others ever had that odd feeling- that feeling that perhaps something was going to go horridly wrong. The Coral had been told many, many times before that he tended to over-react to different stimuli, but how could he not? The last time he had attempted an escape he had been cut quite harshly on the side of his snout (something he was still incredibly sore about since it marred his face) and this time it had been no better. Even as he enters the dream, he can feel the new injury- the one across the left side of his face. His mate would be surprised... Maybe she would even decide that they shouldn't do this after all. It would be a shame, to have traded one of his blue eyes for the coins filched from yet another ex-master if not for what he required them for. Kotori, however... She was safe for now, right? She managed to stay hidden quite a bit better than he did.
The voice urges him to go south, and he goes, following his heart to her. She would be waiting on him, his beloved Kotori, with her shimmering gems and lithe form. Hopefully she would still love him, even with his injuries- the scars he'd soon have (for her).
The truth was, he hadn't specifically wanted children himself, but Kotori? She desired them all the same. He knew that they really shouldn't do this, not until they escaped the city (each time he tried, he failed- falling into more and more humanoid hands- the inferior things)- but he did want them someday, and time was not a good excuse. Not for them. They had planned this out in advance.
She was indeed waiting for him, along the way, and she looked at him only for a moment before touching one of his paws with her own, supportively. A touch of concern, which he brushed off with an excitement and joy that he was surprised to find within him. Shall we? He asked in the non-words of the tat-lung body language, his ragged tail fan a banner in wind that did not truly exist, for this was a dream. She bumps him in the shoulder with her forehead, and then they are off, running playfully like youngsters in a dream in which their bones felt lighter and their spirits felt free.
The bad feeling from earlier was the farthest thing from Sango's mind as he watched his mate skid to a stop in front of the arbiter, having run across the field and down the hillock and even into the tunnels. He had scarcely kept up! The coral swallowed what felt like a lump in his throat. She was such a beautiful being, in mind and spirit. Much prettier than even the crystals that decorated this place in their splendor, even bodily. He... Wasn't. Not any of those things.
She still loved him though, he could tell. He was happy beyond words in any language he could consider. He has the coins, they feel cool in his palm, tethering him perhaps. He had paid a price for them, all the same. He hoped that once they escaped with their soon-to-be family, that his missing eye wouldn't be too much to hold them back in the 'wilds'. They'd find a place, just for them.
Had they come to answer the call? Kotori beams at her mate from his blind side. He trusted her to keep an eye out. Look at what they had given (for she had given up something very important for this as well, not that she meant to tell Sango) to answer their call! Yes. Her answer rang out, true. Her mate was quiet, but it was a happy sort of quiet. If he was humanoid, he might have cried. She, too. Perhaps in another world she had.
She'd always wanted a family, and if she had to make her own- well, that was fine too.
At the next question, the pair speaks in unison. Yes, we come to honor the old ways- to bear new life and care for them. They both meant the first part, but it was quite obvious that Kotori was hiding something, if ever so slightly. Sango did not notice- he was so nervous! How can a soon-to-be new father not be nervous? Kotori looked so serene, though... He couldn't take his gaze off of her, tilting his head to look at her with his good eye. The bells were comforting as well, but what really soothed Sango's heart was Kotori's look of love. She'd be a wonderful mother. He'd try to be a good father, too.
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Post by Darky on Aug 13, 2020 13:49:19 GMT -6
Tink.. tink.. tink..A soft swoosh and a silence.The coins disappear among the riches.The form of the ghostly tat-lung fades to reappear hovering before the sworn pair."Mind to mind.." they begin in solemn voice as magenta eyes seem to pierce right through."Heart to heart.." The mist dances around the room in interwoven patterns, layer upon layer of colours and shapes forming and disappearing in ordered fashions."Soul to soul.." The bells so distant seem to draw nearer yet remain soft and dull."Let two, once parted.." With a motion of a claw, they indicate to clasp hands."Now, stand whole."The dream-scape shifts, letting go of all sense physical. The mists gather to envelop the sworn pair, around them, through them, as the cavern becomes a kaleidoscope of colours - patterns upon patterns, layers upon layers, souls upon souls. A strand of mist twists around the pair's clasped hands and grows bright enough to blind, drowning out all other colours.. save for that of each other's souls. The strand moves towards each, and at the point of connection the separation of dreams collapses - it is one dream, one dreamer, one mind, one heart, one soul.One calling.Brightness fades and colours return, the ghostly tat-lung moving a claw through the air in ceremonial patterns. Between the clasped hands is a small vortex of mist as two shapes pull themselves into being, fragile and small, nearly as ghostly as the tat-lung themselves. There is not yet eyes to see, not yet voice to speak, only but a promise of one to come.  "Behold," they whisper softly, magenta eyes brightest of all colours in the room, as they turn to each, "New life born of old. Who among you takes up duty to raise and care for them?"The ghostly tat-lung awaits expectantly.( You may now roleplay to pick your offspring~ ) |
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Post by Renathan on Aug 13, 2020 15:11:37 GMT -6
The process was interesting in a way that made Sango's heart sing, and sink at the same time. He still had that 'not so good' feeling, like something was going to go wrong, but he could also practically feel how positively glowing his love was looking, and how happy she was feeling. She was always so adventurous, and this was no different. As the process went through, it almost felt as if his heart skipped a beat. Was Kotori feeling the same way?
Suddenly, things began getting blurry, and when it cleared, began to swim together. Sango's senses blurred as the sacred rite was nearing completion, and he was suddenly very excited. He would see them- his children, their children. Kotori's and his own. The thought would have made him feel giddy, and later did, but not in that moment. Not before the vision of them swam into view, and Sango could not longer think as his thoughts ran in endless run-on sentences. He would have given anything to know how Kotori felt in that moment.
New life born of old indeed. Sango could not have been more proud than he was in that very moment, beholding the children of their soul. He had a difficult time ripping his gaze away from the pair of them, so much like himself, yet so much like his mate... But finally he does, casting his blue gaze directly at Kotori, who had not been able to look yet. Finally, Kotori meets his gaze with her own. With a quick nod, she acquiesces. They'd already planned this out earlier- the children were to stay with him for now. Kotori would be leaving first, and then Sango would escape with the eggs at a later date.
He was in a less dangerous place than she was, in the world of the waking. "I do." He finally says, a little choked up. "I will take the young ones."
Kotori turned back to the eggs and watched sadly. He put a clawed paw on his mate's paw comfortingly. They would be reunited, and be able to raise their children on their own terms.
[Both babies to me please.]
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Post by Darky on Aug 13, 2020 15:19:51 GMT -6
"So be it," the ghostly tat-lung's eyes gleam stronger, as the mists begin to swirl again. "To you, now, is a burden and a duty. An honour and a delight. May you carry it worthy."The claws snap together in deafening silence.The ghostly one fades, the vision fades, as the two fragile forms swoosh down to the ground and coalesces into something small and round.As each is picked up, the ghostly tat-lung's face seems to simultaneously appear mere inches beside either pair's head, whispering in echoing bells: "Its time to wake up."The world turns, the dream becomes a blur and gravity seems to pull both all the way back along their path like a rubber-band snapping. Both jolt awake, outside, standing at the front of their respective residence in the cold of the night.Cold on the outside, a fuzzy tingling on the in, and a strange warmth in their hands.When looking down, a tug is felt on the soul.  Is it time to wake up yet? |
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