abyssaar

[abyssaar]

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[abyssaar]

❝ It is worse when people take their

   shoes off and their feet are sweaty.

   It smells almost as bad as a dead

   body. ❞ Because corpses were 

  comparable to sweaty feet, of course.

                              ❝ They’re unnecessary. ❞ 

    ( eyes roll as he takes an immediate      gratification in the complaint.       it’s truly funny how people could bond      over complaining.  )

                             ❝ ——And disgusting. ❞

[abyssaar]

Send my muse a kink and they'll rate it based on interest

NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

[abyssaar]

❝ A different realm--one that would consume you

   if you dared enter. ❞ He paused, staring at him

   blandly. ❝ Your threats are empty--I cannot die.

   Believe me. I've tried. ❞

  ✠ —- “An emissary? From where do you hail, then, emissary?” Charles was no doubt weary of such a claim, but he would not press it further. “Claim it so if you wish, but you stand upon Christian land, bear that in mind.”

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❝ I am an emissary and nothing more.

   Though I will say this: there is more

   than one, for I have spoken to a

   handful. ❞

  ✠ —- ” .. there is but one God — surely you are not claiming to be Him, among us.”

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❝ A god----the most comparable thing.

   Though it has no malevolent intent.

   Rather, it wishes to know how to interact

   with humans. ❞

  ✠ —- “Where what hungers for the outside world?”

[abyssaar]

❝ I  am not. Is that a problem? ❞

      “An interesting qualifier. Is that to mean that you are not?”

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❝ That sounds miserable------or wonderful. I really do not

know. ❞ He could not imagine smiling for another person. 

Or making them smile. Saar sighed, scratching at the back

of his head. Emulating humans was a complicated task.

One that, at times, he felt was impossible.

❝ You do it well enough---aesthetically. And as far as emotions

go, at least you know what you are feeling. ❞ It was hard for

the dread horse to discern what was anger and what was

sadness. He barely knew when he was happy----though he

was very knowledgeable in feeling apathetic. 

❝ But what makes a monster a monster and a man a man? All

fade in time. Bodies rot & gods are cast down out of spite or

fury. And, in time, even memories will fade and the void will

swallow them whole. So none of it truly matters, does it? ❞

  A pause, and the question caught him completely off guard, “Love…” What a loaded question.

"Love is relying on someone else for your happiness. For being so completely and utterly devoted to another, that you’d give anything to see them smile. It’s not necessarily perfect, but it’s a more interesting aspect of life., and it makes existence sweeter, most claim."

Far from the best answer, it was the only one he could give for now, and the only one that made sense to himself. But the other had him pausing, the soft chuckle there.

"You have the appearance down, that’s the hardest aspect. Humans are, more often than not, gullible and ready to believe anything," a tight smile, "I can assure you of that much. As far as understanding humans, and their bodies, I do wish you luck. Been at this thousands of years, and still don’t have the mastery down."

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❝ ----I experience some of it. I want to experience more. ❞

His body shook as he rid himself of the thin layer of snow 

that was building on top of his back. ❝ Saar--it means

horse in my tongue. Though I have no true name, it works

well enough to identify me. ❞ He glanced over to the other

horse, head tilting. ❝ You would help me? Even though you

do not know me? ❞

  { ❝That is…peculiar. A life without emotion. I can hardly fathom such a thing let alone understand what such an existance may be like.❞ }

               & he watched the snow fall, thoughts elsewhere. the war horse had                met so many strange creatures in recent times;      was a nameless                creature without feeling truely so out of place? it’s comments,       of                being merely a part of something greater, were unsettling, but he did                not feel threatened yet by the others presence.

{ ❝You came here? To me? I am unsure of how great a help I may be in such an endeavor.    Though, I cannot say it would not be interesting to try. Yes, I suppose I may at least attempt to help you as best I can, if I may perhaps learn your name?❞ }

[abyssaar]

❝ Why does it never give me pants---- ❞ It was 

muttered more toward himself. Stupid void. 

Stupid, grudge holding void. ❝ And it has to be

worth quite a bit---they are thousands of years

old. That being said, might I have another pie? ❞

  At the sound of a human voice, Agatha stepped back outside.

The horse was gone and in it’s placed stood a man. A naked man.

A naked man holding very old gold coins.  Agatha opened her mouth

to speak, but nothing came out.  Her shock couldn’t be measured and

she stuttered when she spoke.❝ I-you…I can’t convert that - sir?❞ 

;

[abyssaar]

❝ You are not completely human.

    There is something vile that hangs

    about you. It is intriguing---- ❞

[abyssaar]

❝ You fight well. For a mortal. ❞

[abyssaar]

me when people follow me first tbqfh

[abyssaar]

❝ ----thanks are unneeded. ❞

Saar shrugs. It's just an observation,

though perhaps the man had not

looked in a mirror as of late. It is then

he notices that the other man is not

wearing shoes----just like him! ❝ You

dislike shoes as well? They feel too

warm and stuffy, it thinks.❞

                              ❝ I       . ❞ 

    ( words falter and fade off his usually      silver tongue. the compliment was      random & bizarre, but harmless at best.  )

                             ❝ Thank you. ❞

[abyssaar]

He sat down, head tilting as he listened to the other's

words. ❝ Your associates can speak to the dead? ❞

Now there was a thing he had not heard of before. 

Saar sat down, hands folded neatly onto his lap. ❝ Aren't

I interrupting? Assuming the broadcast is immediate----

unless your audience enjoys random beings from other

realms interrupting your reports. ❞

  The smile on his face grew slightly wider as he listened to the other’s words. And he made a soft gesture for the other to take a sit across from him. "Well, I suppose our news are irrelevant for them. Although some of them seem to find out news interesting— or so I’ve been told.”

[abyssaar]

❝ I, it, does it matter? I am a tool. Not a person.

   The thing that bids me to travel and gain

    knowledge is not of this realm. There is no

    name for it in your tongue. ❞

  "I am not in the habit of not understanding. You mean to say that you are Saar? I believe readily that you are no Quendë — but it does not follow that you have no allegiance. With whom does it lie?”

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