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Post by Haelrin the Fey God on Jan 13, 2018 15:23:44 GMT -7
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[attr="class","feypost"] Haelrin could feel Fuzzywhiskers' gratitude rolling off of the tiny thing. Not in the way that when you had made someone happy you could tell in the way that their smile lit up their cheeks, and their pupils widened in surprise and joy, and your gut warmed and lungs filled at the prospect of having done something to earn such a response. It was in a much more literal sense, where Fuzzywhiskers' joy reverberated through Haelrin's being in the way that only a God could feel. It spread to every inch of the container of a body he inhabited, threatening to spill out of him. A mortal would never feel what he was feeling now. It was beyond joy, beyond orgasm, beyond even the worldly satisfaction that comes only upon a good death. It was this feeling that drove Haelrin to desire more souls under his control, because when they gave him such unfettered worship, it made him feel like this. All powerful.
All this feeling inside of him, and yet his face remained impassable. It simply was, because it wasn't true. His real self was inside, and it was clenching, and unclenching; and it was throbbing and strumming. His form merely chuckled lightly at Tinypaw's use of effervescent to describe him, the purpose of the word more clear and more useful than it's real meaning. Then, he nodded with serenity and held a hand down to Tinypaw.
His veins glowed then, starting from his heart and then shimmering down the length of his arm, illuminating his wrist, and finally finding exit through his fingertips. The light gathered into his palm in a material that looked somewhat liquid with it's movement, but full of solids that sparkled a thousand different colours, and a an air of gas that made it float above his palm. Within that light, was a smaller one: White, blue, brown, white, blue, white -- It shifted without settling, and while Haelrin could see what it was, Tinypaw would not. It was a piece of soul. It was potential. It was memory. It was what he had taken from Tehodis Kitai before Endless Laeretti had stolen her from him. It was what she had gifted to him in her deal.
"Take it." Haelrin cooed, his hand moving slightly to better offer it to the tiny mouse. When the fairy's hands met it, it would shift into something unimpressive. Something easy to move around, easy to hide -- but it would thrum with a magic unlike any other on Fortuna. It would be what Tinypaw needed it to be, in order to best serve the owner of the soul: Haelrin.
He chuckled. He chuckled! That had to be a good thing. And he nodded - also a good thing - and held a hand out. For a fraction of a second Tinypaw wondered what he was supposed to do, like did Haelrin want him to take his hand or kiss it or ? ? ? but then he saw it. Haelrin began to glow and shimmer, starting from where his heart would be - did Gods have hearts? - and moving like a luminescent river down his arm and into his hand and then something started to materialize. Tinypaw watched with reverent fascination as the 'something' formed into a loose ball of sorts, but it appeared fluid and the colour was shifting and dancing and Tinypaw had no idea what it was but Haelrin told him then to take it.
Now was not the time to start doubting his God, and so the fairy reached out both hands as though intending to scoop the bubble of sorts out of Haelrin's hand, but the moment he lifted his hands to cup it, it broke. The fluid seemed to fall out of itself from the top down with the consistency of a good syrup and it landed in his still cupped hands as he watched in mild horror at the idea he had completely ruined everything.
But, what sat in his hands once it was finished was not a floaty glowy ball of mysterious origin or even a shiny pool of mysterious liquid, but a whistle. A simple, wooden whistle on a string, like it could be worn around his neck. It looked almost like a dog whistle and now that it didn't appear to be at risk of falling apart any further he held it in one hand and looked it over. He could feel the magic inside of it like an almost physical force, and he knew then it was very precious (even if right now he didn't know exactly what its purpose was, unless it really was a dog whistle. A special, magical dog whistle?). "Thank you." He didn't know what it was for, but you can't just take something and not thank the giver. Especially in this case. "Should I... wear it?" He didn't want to look dumb to his GOD but he was also worried that to slip the string over his head without asking would be equally bad.
Last Edit: Jan 14, 2018 11:37:43 GMT -7 by Tinypaw
Post by Haelrin the Fey God on Jan 17, 2018 8:06:59 GMT -7
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[attr="class","feypost"] A dog whistle. That was the item that formed into Tinypaw's tiny paws, and Haelrin had to smile. It was of course appropriate for a fairy of Fuzzywhiskers' talents, but it had a hidden meaning beyond what it appeared. Dog whistles were something that those you intended to hear you, heard you - something that resonated with a particular attention, something that others would never see. It was the perfect little thing, then. No one was to suspect that Tinypaw carried with him a small sampling of a mortal's soul. Only he, Fuzzywhiskers, and Tehodis Kitai would be capable of recognizing it for what it was. This Fuzzywhiskers grew more and more interesting to him by the moment.
"If you wish, Tinypaw Fuzzywhiskers," He granted, informing that there was no danger to it -- not for Fuzzywhiskers, anyway. "This is the key to hunting that which I seek most, my son. It contains the very essence of my quarry, something that the animals of this world shall identify like a scent. I wish for you to share it with them, to urge them to stalk with you, and on your behalf. I wish for you to find my lost subject, and then pray to me of your discovery. I believe, Tinypaw Fuzzywhiskers, that little tool you have just created shall serve purposefully.
"Shall you do this for your Patron, Fuzzywhiskers?" It was one last chance to refuse. Refusal would of course be met with righteous punishment, but at least Haelrin would permit the choice to exist at all. He was a kind God.
Haelrin granted him permission to wear the dog whistle necklace thing and he slipped it over his head, flattening his ears to allow the string to slide down past them so it could rest comfortably around his neck. Haelrin explained that it contained the essence of whatever he was hunting, and that it would lead the animals to his quarry. He also called him his son, which warmed his little heart much the way it would a child who made their own father proud, but also very unlike that way because Haelrin was his Father, his God, and though of course he strived for his approval and would do anything to make him proud, the love and devotion he felt for him was (he assumed) quite different than just familial.
Haelrin wanted him to spread the 'scent' around to the animals of this world so they could hunt whatever it was he was hunting and then when they found it, Tinypaw was to pray so he would know it had been found. Then he said something a little stranger, and it was that Tinypaw was the one who had created the dog whistle. Did that mean that when he'd touched the glowy ball it was his own subconscious that had molded it into physical form? A physical form that evidently Haelrin approved of? Wow. Wow! Would he do it?
"Yes, absolutely, of course! I can leave right away, if it pleases you. I will find your quarry. I won't let you down."
Not only was he very confident in his own abilities, and the tracking abilities of the animals of this world, but he was also very confident that he had only two options - succeed, or perish - and he really really preferred the first one. And, as always, he wanted to prove himself more than anything. When he caught Haelrin's prey, he would really and truly show everyone what he was capable of. No one would ever dare to make fun of him for having no wings. Better yet, maybe Haelrin would give him wings? No, no he didn't need wings. If he got wings after all of that it would just show that he really did feel like he needed them, which he didn't. No, he was fine without wings. All the birds in this world were his wings.
Post by Haelrin the Fey God on Jan 29, 2018 20:06:28 GMT -7
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[attr="class","feypost"] That would be that. Tinypaw agreed to Haelrin's offer - a wise choice, of course, as there had been little other in the way of options - and was prepared to set out just now. Perfect. Haelrin would not bask in wasted time here. He was still fresh off the heels of anger, caused by the destruction of his prison. He was full of righteous fury tempered by a God's countenance, and he was ready to find his prize.
Tinypaw had cleanly earned Haelrin's favour.
"Yes," His smile was gentle, yet full, and he imparted within it a touch of Enchantment to ensure that Tinypaw knew how pleased he was. It was an Enchantment that would empower, would lift the spirits, and perhaps even add a buzz not unlike that which comes with the first cup of libations. "Leave now, Tinypaw. Seek what I seek, and take my blessings with you."
Tinypaw had already been so overcome with pretty much every emotion he could think of that the approval of his God yet again made him weak in the knees. Literally. It was like the whole world was more vibrant than before, like he could do anything, like he was truly finding his purpose, like he’d grown metaphorical wings!
Haelrin told him to leave and to take his blessings with him. His blessings! Tinypaw’s little heart was fit to burst, so filled with devotion and purpose and pride. Luckily for him of course that was only figurative, but he did drop to a kneel, left arm resting across his knee while his right hand was held folded into a fist at his heart.
”Thank you, your Eminence. I will begin the hunt at once.” Now was the time for him to get serious. He had a job to do, and he was going to prove himself worthy of the blessing of his God.
Standing once more, he whistled on his fingers and only a moment later a sparrow flew to the edge of the lookout and he hopped onto its already saddled back - the bird had been how he’d arrived to the city earlier - and with one more reverent nod to Haelrin they were off.
Post by Haelrin the Fey God on Feb 10, 2018 9:39:00 GMT -7
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[attr="class","feypost"] Haelrin watched for a time as the little Mouse-fairy departed, taking off on-board a saddled sparrow. It was a such a strange image that it coaxed a small chuckle into his mind that reverberated into the trees and shook free the bird that had perched there. A fairy without wings? He had not noticed it until now, and it was pleasing to him how Tinypaw did not seem to question his God for such a sleight. Perhaps if the mouseling did his duty with haste, Haelrin would bless him with the most beautiful wings he could craft.
Until then, Haelrin had plans.
He stepped onto the edge of the landing, looking down to the ground below and deciding what form he should take on descent. Just as he was to step however, he sensed a presence approaching from behind. Silvercrown.
"Your Grace," She greeted as his head tilted in her direction, she bothered with a small curtsy but he could clearly feel her mild disdain, as easily as if she had slapped him, "What is it you seek? Perhaps I, or my court could--"
Your court, Silvercrown? Haelrin sounded amused by the choice of words, but did not bother to turn his head to her, or adjust the illusion of his mouth. Instead he just boomed his voice directly into her mind. You have no court. This court is mine, just as well as any other home in which my people dwell. You have been entrusted with watching over my court in the absence the Feywild demands of me Silvercrown, but make no mistake as to who this land belongs to.
"My apologies, Your Grace," She trembled. Haelrin could tell when they did not mean it to it's extreme. Tinypaw had filled his heart with power, and Silvercrown was siphoning it from him. She needed to be made aware of his strength over her, and so he blinked and she was brought closer to him where he could tower over her more noticeably.
Apologize all you will Silvercrown, I care not for the words, His tone was scathing as his power clutched at her very veins, But understand that I shall return here, this abode a plane from mine, and I shall expect the righteous treatment of a God. I will rule my people here whilst my presence is active. And you Silvercrown, shall do as all Royal fairies are intended, and serve me well. Do you understand?
"Ye--"
Do not speak it. I do not need such things... I need to feel impact. Think, Silvercrown. Consider where you life comes from. Consider where it goes when you prove your wastefulness. This reminder of imminent erasure was enough for her mind to settle, and for it to set within her that any Queenship she held, any kind of ambitions she had fostered over the years -- they meant nothing to him. She understood that she was servant to him, as others served her. She understood that in truth, she was a tool. She was not happy about it, but she was finally ready to accept it.
When Haelrin felt this, he blinked again and she reappeared where she had stood before, and then he stepped off the edge of the tree. As he landed, he grew to several inches over six feet tall, but otherwise the same: An intensely beautiful human of sorts. His eyes slowly opened, and pierced the horizon.
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