The creature hadn’t made a move against Rayage. Aside from scaring her a bit it seemed rather tame, a personality trait one could not just judge from the appearance of the being. It talked with such intelligence, its voice sent a shiver down the wizards spine. It was an involuntary reaction, something within her just moved as she listened to the walking bones. The bones themselves were the normal, average pile that one could find just walking through this place. This creature, it wasn’t as scary as it tried to make itself out to be. It needs the visage of the bones, stealing them from their proper place, to even obtain an intimidating look. The thought amused the wizard.
”A creature who know not his true form?” Rayage asked, but it sounded more like a statement, the nuit trying to take in the information given to her. The thought was sad, tragic even. To lose sight of your true self must be horrible. To carry around the question of ones worth and purpose only to try to cover it up with the illusion of a real, tangible form, a new identity that feels like an empty shell. Though the more one lies to themselves, the more they start to believe in the shell that was taken, to take on that new persona and become comfortable. However, that small comfort still, in time, shatters and the question still remains deep down in the heart. Rayage knew that well. She too had gone through that same experience when she became a nuit and took on the magonym.
She watched in silence as the bones were gently, carefully discarded. The swirling mist intensified as the creatures other form was shown. She stayed there on the ground observing from her own unique perspective as he mentioned that this form might be better, more comfortable for the wizard to associate with. In her silent brooding, emotions were bubbling as the thing reminded her of herself, and brought back memories that were almost forgotten.
She slowly stood up and faced the otherworldly creature, looking him in his redish eyes, the color itself faded as if time worn. She approached him, having only to take a step or two to get as close as she wanted. She peered up into the hood, staring into those eyes and she smiled, but it was a sad smile, her own eyes full of regret, ”You poor, unfortunate soul.” she said, her voice softened as she tried to understand his plight, ”Even in that form you still do not feel whole.” she told him.
”You still do not feel that sense of being. There is emptiness inside you. Doubt. It is festering upon your very being. To be uncertain of your true self…” She reached up, trying to go beyond the hood, where the young mans face was. She wasn’t scared of his different appearance. That would be rather hypocritical of her. In fact she felt drawn to him, in his silent suffering, ”it is a tragic state to be in.” she finished, and if the being did not pull away, then she would try to touch him gently on his ‘cheek’. Her hand possessed two rings on it, a metal one with two blue gems on it, and a golden ring with the symbol of an Alchemy circle on it, on the circle itself was two gems on opposing sides of each other. Blue in hue, too, they represented the fount and filter of the Alchemy circle. The former ring was upon her pointer finger, and the latter on her ring finger.
Then she realized what she had done, and if he didn’t pull away, she would along with taking a couple steps back, ”Im sorry.” she apologized, ”It’s just I understand.” she said, the shame and embarrassment of her actions were clear on her face. What had gotten into her to act like that? ”I understand what that feeling is like.” she told him, her voice, her excuse almost a whisper. It was in that moment that the politics and all the titles in the world couldn’t save her from herself, and her own inner thoughts. She was supposed to be a master wizard of the citadel, but instead, here, confronted with her own memories and feelings, she was once again mortal. No longer the perceived ‘perfect’ alchemist who caters to Qiao, but a being with emotions… A being with emotions that have been suppressed for far too long. The truth to her words couldn’t be clearer.
He had, at first, scared her, but now the person has become someone interesting to the nuit. His words and tragic presence brought her back to an earlier time in her life. She was not yet sure if she liked this or not. It had been hundreds of years since she felt this raw. Her gaze now could not even hold to the persons in front of her.
x”A creature who know not his true form?” Rayage asked, but it sounded more like a statement, the nuit trying to take in the information given to her. The thought was sad, tragic even. To lose sight of your true self must be horrible. To carry around the question of ones worth and purpose only to try to cover it up with the illusion of a real, tangible form, a new identity that feels like an empty shell. Though the more one lies to themselves, the more they start to believe in the shell that was taken, to take on that new persona and become comfortable. However, that small comfort still, in time, shatters and the question still remains deep down in the heart. Rayage knew that well. She too had gone through that same experience when she became a nuit and took on the magonym.
She watched in silence as the bones were gently, carefully discarded. The swirling mist intensified as the creatures other form was shown. She stayed there on the ground observing from her own unique perspective as he mentioned that this form might be better, more comfortable for the wizard to associate with. In her silent brooding, emotions were bubbling as the thing reminded her of herself, and brought back memories that were almost forgotten.
She slowly stood up and faced the otherworldly creature, looking him in his redish eyes, the color itself faded as if time worn. She approached him, having only to take a step or two to get as close as she wanted. She peered up into the hood, staring into those eyes and she smiled, but it was a sad smile, her own eyes full of regret, ”You poor, unfortunate soul.” she said, her voice softened as she tried to understand his plight, ”Even in that form you still do not feel whole.” she told him.
”You still do not feel that sense of being. There is emptiness inside you. Doubt. It is festering upon your very being. To be uncertain of your true self…” She reached up, trying to go beyond the hood, where the young mans face was. She wasn’t scared of his different appearance. That would be rather hypocritical of her. In fact she felt drawn to him, in his silent suffering, ”it is a tragic state to be in.” she finished, and if the being did not pull away, then she would try to touch him gently on his ‘cheek’. Her hand possessed two rings on it, a metal one with two blue gems on it, and a golden ring with the symbol of an Alchemy circle on it, on the circle itself was two gems on opposing sides of each other. Blue in hue, too, they represented the fount and filter of the Alchemy circle. The former ring was upon her pointer finger, and the latter on her ring finger.
Then she realized what she had done, and if he didn’t pull away, she would along with taking a couple steps back, ”Im sorry.” she apologized, ”It’s just I understand.” she said, the shame and embarrassment of her actions were clear on her face. What had gotten into her to act like that? ”I understand what that feeling is like.” she told him, her voice, her excuse almost a whisper. It was in that moment that the politics and all the titles in the world couldn’t save her from herself, and her own inner thoughts. She was supposed to be a master wizard of the citadel, but instead, here, confronted with her own memories and feelings, she was once again mortal. No longer the perceived ‘perfect’ alchemist who caters to Qiao, but a being with emotions… A being with emotions that have been suppressed for far too long. The truth to her words couldn’t be clearer.
He had, at first, scared her, but now the person has become someone interesting to the nuit. His words and tragic presence brought her back to an earlier time in her life. She was not yet sure if she liked this or not. It had been hundreds of years since she felt this raw. Her gaze now could not even hold to the persons in front of her.