Beast Clergyman
Slow and heavy footsteps reverberated across the oddly temporally frozen crater that had formed right after the death of the great Radahn. Lumbering motion and slow scrapping of an amulet on one hand as slow and sure did the beastman descend those hazardous drops before coming unto the hidden city below the crater.
"What... is this..?" He slowly mumbled as his eyes slowly took in the great vastness of what he witnessed. Beautiful and high rising towers that seemed to almost grow like stalagmites from the depth of the floors in pale and blackened blue colors. The ceiling was enchanted, resembling a sea of beautiful stars that danced across the ceiling.
The distant ground he could see were decorated in strange, white flowers that seemed to glow with an odd moon like quality. He would certainly admit they had an ethereal beauty that made him long so briefly for the old days of ephemerality that seem so soon to be returning.
"Mustn't get distracted... have to find it..." he mumbled before working his way further down to the city's lowest floor. "Must be here somewhere..." as the beastman began to sniff about with his cloak scrapping along the soft and dusty earth. He caught the smell of acids and strange metal that stung his nostrils. His instincts managed to warn him first as all his size quickly leaped back just as a fluid like arc of metal slammed and sliced the ground her had been inspecting.
He glanced up from his hood to see a pair of decorated women riding what were giant ants. The women wore long cone like headdresses that covered their eyes in veils of blue and grey. Their armor was blue and silver with decorations of night, and each hand held a strange type of Khopesh that wobbled in a way that unsettled the beastman and had him quick to clutch his cinquedea with one hand and the amulet that acted as a seal for his few incantations began to hum.
"Foolish interferers. You will not stop my search for the corpse!" He roared, billowing a powerful rush of air that visibly stumbled the courage of one lady, while the other gulped but bolstered her resolve. He launched himself across the small grove, tackling the stumbled lady as she shrieked. The ant was quickly crushed beneath his massive girth, and his dagger took little time to find the heart of the first woman. Her scream was brief before turning to choked coughs for only a second or two. He growled, turning to the other with blood visibly splashed across his hood and along his chin as if he had bitten her. The other woman did not stay, turning and running.
The beastman clutched his amulet and roared, launching a beast incantation that sent huge sharp rocks at her that split apart her steed like a crumbling and broken chair. The beastman approached the stumbling and wounded woman. He planned to feast again on their death, but something gave him a sudden pause when he looked down at the woman.
She was frightened. No. She was terrified. Her face had visible marks.now of wetness and her hands scratched and pried for her blade even as his amuleted hand pinned her in place, its weight heavy and making her breathing a struggle as it bent the plate against her torso.
"Esha....." she whispered in terror. Her voice cracked and shook. "Esha... vesh ante... hornagu as Lua...." he could not understand her words, but their intent was a clear plead for mercy.
The beastman studied her. He grew silent as a memory slowly returned to his fractured mind. He saw a golden haired sister, her dress in shreds, and her body bleakly painted in bruises as she clutched to the beastman's cloak countless years ago. He had witnessed this pure agony before. So long he had allowed himself to let hunger blind him, but now as he looked down at her frightened face, even with her eyes hidden, he could feel her sobs. He no longer felt just hungry.
He felt ashamed. He shouldn't, but his heart burned in his chest. His thoughts spiraled. His chest started to tighten, and every single thought whirled by like a sandstorm that stripped everything raw just for another to tear it apart right after.
He stumbled off the woman, shakily gripping his face as his dagger clattered to the dirt. He panted shakily, stumbling until he fell back against the thorax of the first ant he had crushed with a hand desperately clutching for his chest. He could only hear a loud buzzing beyond his racing thoughts, and the world suddenly felt so horribly angry at him. He could feel a thousand words bombarding his mind, and all it left him wanting to do was scream. He wanted to cry out so terribly for help. He felt so afraid. He felt so alone. All he could try and think of through the roar was his beloved sister, until a gentle hand touched his rough furred fingers.
He could not make out who, but his blurry and tear riddled eyes caught the shape of a tall woman. For a moment, he wished his prayers had been answered, but a gentle hand brushed a few tears away. It was the woman whom he had attacked. Her hand felt strangely cool yet softer than fur as it dabbed a silken cloth along his eyes before resting a gentle hand over his as it clutched his racing heart. Her face offered a soft smile and a gentle comfort as she gently rubbed his paw. It calmed him just as his sister had in their youth when the shadows and hunger grew too long for him to face alone.
"Why..?" he choked out. The woman's features paused and slowly turned to a thoughtful expression. He assumed deep down she was trying to find the words in his tongue. It came out a little rough, but the intent was still as clear as day.
"Why... not?" She said rather shakedly, unsure of her own pronunciation but perfectly sure of their meaning.
"I... I attacked you... killed your companion.." he muttered out only to be shocked as a strange silver fluid flowed out of the body near him before standing upright again, formed and reshaped back to the one he had struck.
"Give... sister... back Ache." She softly said, and whatever panic was left in the beastman bubbled out as laughter began to spill from him and reverberated across this beautiful lost city.
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It was cold when his eyes first opened again. Very cold. Dark. Misty. Like he stood in a great fog that stretched over each sense like a veil until he began to feel it lift. It was like his mind was waking from an empty dream he hadn't even been aware he had become lost in.
He felt a light glow in the distance, and it was a strange and beautiful shade of gold. Yet it was surrounded by a strange band of silver that radiated a dangerous aura of violence, yet also of warmth. It was troubled, even frightened, the aimless spirit. Yet it recognized that beautiful gold and knew that no matter what had come in his dreaming state, mother needed him. She needed him now.
She would not leave her in thd darkness with this strange silver that hummed with violence. He would return. One way, or another.