Ymiden 6th. The Untold.
Continues from here.
It was strange to think that he was hesitant to leave the Untold, now that he knew he could. This festering miasma of blinding colour and deafening noise might have been horrific when he'd first arrived, thrust carelessly through Vri's portal, but he'd since grown at least somewhat used to it. The impossible geometry, while still enough to make him stumble once or twice, was just another aspect of this dimension he had to accept. Hard as it was to believe, though he knew he absolutely didn't belong there, he'd still grown somewhat accustomed to it. Perhaps he'd even grown to see that there was a certain elegance to it. The endless possibilities, the raw potential that seemed to be bottled up in here. Was this what the Immortals had seen, when they created the Orbs? A whole dimension to be claimed and sculpted and designed as they pleased. If only he could spend more time out here. He was half Immortal, after all, apparently. Could he find a way to do the same?
"I've got a scent," Cold said, snapping him from the reverie and drawing the others a tad closer. Through a brief bit of scent-sharing he found he could feel it too. Distant and faint, but distinct, somehow. Body scents were another thing he was still struggling a little to comprehend properly. Of course everyone smelled different from each-other, but how could you possibly pick out that scent from something on the ground? How did you pick it up here, too? It must have been a spirit thing. The same way that Archailist had been able to cross massive distances to find Faith again in the twisted mess of the Beneath. Tio smelled especially... different. Distinctly wrong. Like tasting the difference between beef and pork, he just didn't smell like any regular person was supposed to; perhaps that was what made it so easy to find him.
Sage still hovered nearby, staring at him with rapid blinks from all seven eyes. Though it regarded him with an unreadable expression, he felt confident enough to know that it would follow him now, even after their little handshake. As the other wolves and Vabina gathered around him, hopping from one scorched rock to the other on the blasted field they'd finally stopped at, Sage weaved between the rocks in fluid motions, dancing through spaces far too small for it to possibly fit. He finally knew what it reminded him of; though Sage was now undeniably canine after attempting to copy Grey's appearance, it moved like a slug, slipping through the air without moving its legs and squishing itself through tiny spaces like it lacked bones. "Come on, then. It's time." There was a sense of compression that shivered through them all, like crouching very low... and suddenly the colours stretched and blurred past them as they whirled through the Untold.
This time when he appeared, his feet met solid floor immediately. Solid floor. To think he'd actually be thankful for solid damn floor, even if it was the deck of a ship. "Tio!" he called out at once, Sage suddenly shuddering into existence just a short distance away in a smudge of black that almost matched its glistening obsidian form. "Tio, I know where we're going. Sort-of. Oh, uhh. This is Sage. It's... I don't know if it's harmful or not, honestly, so just keep an eye on it." The mismatched creature, half-canine with several human-like arms hanging from the top of its head like hair and a random splattering of glowing purple eyes poking from its black glistening form, made a greeting noise like three different voices overlapping each-other in a poor attempt at harmony. "Pack your things, because... if I'm correct, erm. This is going to be a point of no return for us."
Continues from here.
It was strange to think that he was hesitant to leave the Untold, now that he knew he could. This festering miasma of blinding colour and deafening noise might have been horrific when he'd first arrived, thrust carelessly through Vri's portal, but he'd since grown at least somewhat used to it. The impossible geometry, while still enough to make him stumble once or twice, was just another aspect of this dimension he had to accept. Hard as it was to believe, though he knew he absolutely didn't belong there, he'd still grown somewhat accustomed to it. Perhaps he'd even grown to see that there was a certain elegance to it. The endless possibilities, the raw potential that seemed to be bottled up in here. Was this what the Immortals had seen, when they created the Orbs? A whole dimension to be claimed and sculpted and designed as they pleased. If only he could spend more time out here. He was half Immortal, after all, apparently. Could he find a way to do the same?
"I've got a scent," Cold said, snapping him from the reverie and drawing the others a tad closer. Through a brief bit of scent-sharing he found he could feel it too. Distant and faint, but distinct, somehow. Body scents were another thing he was still struggling a little to comprehend properly. Of course everyone smelled different from each-other, but how could you possibly pick out that scent from something on the ground? How did you pick it up here, too? It must have been a spirit thing. The same way that Archailist had been able to cross massive distances to find Faith again in the twisted mess of the Beneath. Tio smelled especially... different. Distinctly wrong. Like tasting the difference between beef and pork, he just didn't smell like any regular person was supposed to; perhaps that was what made it so easy to find him.
Sage still hovered nearby, staring at him with rapid blinks from all seven eyes. Though it regarded him with an unreadable expression, he felt confident enough to know that it would follow him now, even after their little handshake. As the other wolves and Vabina gathered around him, hopping from one scorched rock to the other on the blasted field they'd finally stopped at, Sage weaved between the rocks in fluid motions, dancing through spaces far too small for it to possibly fit. He finally knew what it reminded him of; though Sage was now undeniably canine after attempting to copy Grey's appearance, it moved like a slug, slipping through the air without moving its legs and squishing itself through tiny spaces like it lacked bones. "Come on, then. It's time." There was a sense of compression that shivered through them all, like crouching very low... and suddenly the colours stretched and blurred past them as they whirled through the Untold.
This time when he appeared, his feet met solid floor immediately. Solid floor. To think he'd actually be thankful for solid damn floor, even if it was the deck of a ship. "Tio!" he called out at once, Sage suddenly shuddering into existence just a short distance away in a smudge of black that almost matched its glistening obsidian form. "Tio, I know where we're going. Sort-of. Oh, uhh. This is Sage. It's... I don't know if it's harmful or not, honestly, so just keep an eye on it." The mismatched creature, half-canine with several human-like arms hanging from the top of its head like hair and a random splattering of glowing purple eyes poking from its black glistening form, made a greeting noise like three different voices overlapping each-other in a poor attempt at harmony. "Pack your things, because... if I'm correct, erm. This is going to be a point of no return for us."
