he PLUCKS another star from the firmament, and holds it between golden, twisting limb-like extremities. the sky rips open, bathing the earth in the light of one thousand suns.
before the star is tossed into the hellish maw to be consumed.
It hears of a cruel creature that rules over an abandoned city—it hears the tales of humans—though the tales sound more like nightmares. It hears many things yet it wants to see for itself. A creature of the void, like itself, would be a welcome sight to see. Perhaps it is brave or perhaps it is very foolish to traverse a kingdom unknown to it! It cares very little for what anyone else thinks of it. It has spent thousands of years searching for other void walkers—what’re the chances that she will be the one?
One in thousands? One in millions?
Saar has been hopeless for centuries. What’s one more disappointment?
So it does what it has been taught to do from watching the humans. Politeness can go a long way when making a first impression, right? It knocks three times, a solid & steady rhythm. No need for there to be a rush. If Saar is to meet someone like it, then it plans on taking its time getting to know her.
The edges of scarlet lips downcurled in distaste. Yes, she’d had such parties before. Bedecked in jewels, silks, and velvet, she roamed hallowed castle halls at her husband’s side. Although idle chatter was kept pleasant, she could read in between every word. Look at my wife. Look at what I have tamed and claimed for my own. Envious, aren’t you?
“I’ve never liked parties,” she confided. “At least, not ones like this. I’d rather be barefoot in a deserted wood than trapped in a room full of mortals. No, something inhuman drew me here.”
Snow glanced pointedly at Aellyon out of the corner of her eye. “I am always willing to risk temporary discomfort in search for permanent allies and friends.”
The Destroyer walked on two, the human-like form so odd and weaker than that of her glorious dragon. "Lucifer, what do you remember?" (from zathrada
“I remember an abyss. A prison of cold nothingness. Long before the creation was but a dream. I remember the radiant light of god, for no matter how many eons pass, I shalt not forget such a thing. I remember the songs and worship ; the endless expanse of golden meadows, and the aegean seas. I remember... a feeling, fleeting, before I was cast out. Pain? Or perhaps sorrow?”
❝ I think you’ve got the wrong guy, ❞ said Vincent, chuckling sheepishly. Him? Let go of his insecurities? If it could, THE OTHER would surely be laughing at him in the back of his mind. He squeezed her hand back, albeit considerably more gently, and flashed her the glimmer of a meek smile.
❝ Besides, I swear, I’ve got two left feet. I’d make both of us look idiots out there. ❞
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“Clearly you do, or I wouldn’t feel the need,” Bitter- caustic words. “Back off and back up, because to be incredibly honest-” There’s smoke in her teeth, scales flickering at her hands, “there’s really no need for your ego or your entitlement right here. Thanks.”
Fall 2021 Cactus Update Part 1... From The Back Porch
Fall 2021 Cactus Update Part 1… From The Back Porch
Cactus on the back porch on 9-22-21, #833-2.
Hello everyone! I hope this post finds you well. It has been a strange fall for sure. I was able to let the potted plants stay outside until October 28 this year. While we did have a cold snap and a few light “F’s’, low’s through Wednesday will be 46-54° F. After that we go downhill again. If I wanted, and no one was looking, I could take the plants…
the realm of hel; what is the climate? warm? cold? what is the weather on a normal day? does it get the four season?
Against Hel’s every desire to the contrary… Helheim and Niflheim both are tundras stuck in a permanent winter. There is always a biting midwinter chill in the air, well below freezing, with the climate unchanging no matter the time or the seasons on the other side of the River Gjoll. The ground is always hard-packed with snow, an endless expanse of white against a frightful lack of sky.
To that end, while there are never clouds or snowfall to usher in fresh drifts, new snow does tend to appear over time. No one can explain it. The old guard are past questioning it. The weather is thus dead calm at all times, with neither wind nor precipitation to break up the monotony.
It’s boring and terrible and there’s not really much to talk about. It’s a realm devoid of weather patterns or seasons, and for that it’s Hel’s least favorite place in all the realms, save perhaps for Asgard.