DistantCryprid 266 Share Posted February 5, 2023 (edited) Times of Change After a scouting mission turned violent, a short Mali’ame walked the earth near their home after hours of ambling away from their group that slowly back home, frame battered and bruised after being flung around by an abomination, they had to find a place that was quiet. Peaceful. Their mind gushed and ached like an open wound, everything was so loud at this moment, yet also muffled by unbearable grief. Strangely enough said grief was not fully directed towards the member that they hadn’t seen make it out of the frigid caves, no. While immensely upset about such, their grief had loomed for longer than this … Longer than the last week, month or year. The grief they felt, they had no one to speak to, or at least that was what their mind had tricked them into believing, there was no-one in the whole realm that felt the way they felt. Many with similar stories, but none were them. No-one was quite like Klaus were they? Klaus was a Mali’ame by blood, yet only became one of soul much later than most, raised by humans in a sheltered childhood, they knew so little of the world, yet so much about themselves. But what was the point? Knowing oneself, but not being understood by others? All these thoughts troubled their ginger head for long, so long they made constant noise in the back of their mind. All they did as a person was an attempt to prove these thoughts wrong, to analyze and dissect these feelings. Yet they forgot to truly feel them. However, after it all went wrong that scouting mission, there was something different. After running away to the spot they had a habit of going to quiet those thoughts, to muffle the buzzing of intrusion with the hum of nature … They saw it. A beautiful tree whose leaves burnt bright much like their hair, one that they had sat beneath so many times to watch the beaver and osprey build and fish by the river that passed beneath. Something was so.. Different. Something that spoke to them in a strange tongue, of wonder and whimsy. Attracting them towards the very trunk of the tree, where they ran tattooed digits through the bark, the usual greeting they used for so many of its kind. Yet … As they felt their hand become bound to its wooden flesh, and their whole body being pulled and dragged towards an open maw, they had nothing but acceptance towards something they silently struggled so much with. Change. [OOC:] Spoiler Heya! This would be the post of both some character development for my little man Klaus, and their transformation into an Epiphyte. Hope you enjoyed the read! Edited February 5, 2023 by DistantCryprid FORMATTING MAN 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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