03-03-2016, 03:30 AM
THE SUPERSTARS SUCKED IN THE SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE
He wondered if his prospective ability (he wasn’t certain if it was indeed healing quite yet) was truly startling. For the most part, both girls he’s come across have had similar reactions. Although, the first girl had been demanding and ludicrous at his continuous denials and she had even gone so far as to want to conduct an experiment. He couldn’t help the fact that he hadn’t ever realized that it wasn’t normal to not be marked by scratches or bruises, or how his blood never seems to flow for very long. While others might carry their marks for days, his would disappear within the day.
He watched as she examined her wound with astonishment and outstretched dark wings. In his opinion, the wings were more impressive and outwardly practical. One could strike hesitancy into others with a large wingspan. He reluctantly had to admit that the purple girl’s wings had been quite impressive as well.
“I’m not entirely sure. It just seems to happen.”
She smiles at him after her thorough inspection and he mirrors it with a small smile of his own. It was nice to finally experience some positivity in this place after days of worry and depression. She nudges his shoulder and he returns her words of gratitude with a nod of acknowledgment. The moment doesn’t last as the sound of hurried steps behind them suddenly catch his attention. He swivels his head just enough to watch another strange-looking child struggle to a halt beside them. Was there something in the water here that affected their outer appearances?
Mismatched eyes study the newcomer with naked curiosity for he was much too young to realize the importance of stoicism yet. Instead, his thoughts remained unguarded within his expressions. The other boy outwardly should appear intimidating, but he radiates a clumsy innocence in place of ferocity. Warner is slowly coming to realize that perhaps he is the only outsider for it seems that everyone else is a part of the group that has taken him away from his home.
But he can’t help but wonder if these people were truly of the same cloth as those who had raided his kingdom.
They are once again interrupted but this time by one with more of a dramatic flair than the graceless boy. A startling shroud of mist envelops the trio and Warner steps back in nervousness before directing his gaze towards the source of the disturbance. The mist wavers briefly before reforming around the form of a grey-green girl. It’s as if a frozen halo of water surrounds her and he does not seem surprised this time around. There is definitely something strange in the water around here.
Her voice cut through the silence like a wind chime and with it a sense of morbidity. He is somewhat taken aback by her frank words which are uttered with no sense of despair or rage. And then she utters her name and he cannot hide his brief moment of disdain. Capture, indeed. The only reason he was here to begin with was because he had been captured; swept away in a tide of petty greed and revenge.
The winged girl introduces herself and completes the circle of names, of course, with the exception of himself. She answers his original question and he is puzzled that their mothers had been drawn to this place. Of course, he was biased in his resentment and could not see any good that could become of his prison. Misra once again touches his shoulder and inquires after his identity. His eyes remain somewhat distracted by the mysterious water-girl and what appear to be bloodied knees. He flashes another small smile before introducing himself to their small group.
“I’m Warner. And I was taken from my home just a couple of days ago.”
He could not deny the itch any longer and he slowly approaches Capture with some trepidation for he didn’t want to be caught in any water whiplash. He does not realize her blindness and continues to maintain eye contact in an attempt to appear friendly. He merely wanted to try and figure out if he did indeed possess a healing ability. He stops right in front of her, but he left enough space between them so as not to make her feel crowded or nervous.
“Hey. Let me try something out.”
He stretches his neck out enough so he can touch her cheek with his muzzle. This time he consciously attempts to concentrate on something within himself. Just a small thought - heal her knees - was chanted in his mind. Now that he was looking for it, he could feel a slow heat coming from where their skin touched. Although he was not touching the actual site of her wounds, the heat seemed to be able to travel down and direct itself accordingly to his wishes. The process of healing had been successfully kick started and he steps back to study the results.
(michaelis x orani)