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I'll always come through. Don't waste your breath shouting never at the moon.
The Chocobo squawked quietly, kicking at the ground as Auron secured its reins around a nearby tree. He put a gloved hand to its beak, calming the creature with a few pats as it settled into its spot for the evening. Though it was difficult to tell through the dense branches and leaves of the woods, nightfall was coming for them quickly, and it would be best for at least one of them to attempt to rest.
Auron watched as the large bird settled back on its haunches, sitting on the ground and making itself comfortable. Though he didn’t have much for it, he did offer the Chocobo some borrowed greens, continuing to gently pat its feathered head as it eagerly consumed the food. For a moment, he was reminded of being nothing but a boy in Bevelle, a beginner monk, assigned to caring for the temple’s chocobos. This bird hardly had the loyalty – it would bolt on him given the chance and return back to the Fractured City – but it was a complicated yet comforting memory all the same.
So far, the Guardian had only been present in this strange new world for naught but a week. One week of suddenly being alive again, blood running through his veins, sensations dialed up to uncomfortable levels, basic human needs constantly reminding him that yes he was indeed living and breathing once more. As an Unsent, he could more easily ignore exhaustion and hunger – they were technically unnecessary for him to continue to exist. Now he was burdened by the need to sleep, the need to eat; problems Auron hadn’t had to deal with in a decade.
His stomach growled uncomfortably at the mere thought of food. Huffing a breath through his nose, Auron searched his satchel for some of the jerky he’d been gifted for the long journey. Dry, salty, and tough – it was hardly enjoyable, but it would at least shut off the hunger switch for a little while. He chewed the morsel thoughtfully, removing his glasses as the world around him grew more dim by the moment.
These woods had a strange air about them. Auron had been warned about what to expect from friendly passers-by of course, but no description could compare to the odd feelings this place evoked. Despite the comfortable temperature, there was a constant coolness just at the edge of his exposed skin, threatening to stand his hairs on end. At times, things were too quiet, and others there was too much noise to focus.
As the sun fully set, Auron expected to be drowned in darkness. He had no intention of making a fire that night, having had a bad enough experience with doing so earlier in the journey as it attracted more attention than it scared off. He placed his other effects at the tree with his Chocobo, about to set himself up against the bird, before a strange light caught his eye.
A floating light, bobbing in the air for a moment before vanishing like it was never there to begin with. Confused, Auron looked around before spotting another similar light, watching as it did the same thing.
They almost looked like pyreflies. Almost.
In his chest, Auron’s heart beat a little faster. He tried to still it, but the sight of something familiar was hard to ignore. The lights weren’t pyreflies, but … could they be something similar enough? Perhaps this world’s version of such a thing? The number of lights multiplied as he watched, congregating more in one area. Auron took a step in that direction, fighting down the false hope that twisted in his gut that he might find someone or something he knew amongst these lights.
With each step grass and leaves crunched under Auron’s boots. The floating lights became more dense as they floated innocently in the air – one even coming close enough to glance off of the scar over his right eye. The glowing orbs continued to grow in number, leading him to a particular area just beyond a thicket of trees.
However, Auron paused, suddenly aware of the presence of something more than the mysterious glowing lights. He stopped, boots spreading in the grass to take on a defensive stance, his right arm reaching behind to grab the hilt of his heavy blade. His eye scanned the surrounding area, attempting to find what had triggered the almost primal instinct in him that the gaze of something sentient was on his back. Yet, all he could initially see were the confusing shadows cast by the floating orbs as they faded in and out of existence.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 25, 2024 11:36:18 GMT -6
Chocobos, chocobos everywhere!
Unlike the Metia Marshlands this wasn't some sickly, twisted, and something-possibly-dead-in-my-boots attraction. Twisted tree roots, and bridges of bark the would-be adventurer had set about in a much better mood now that there was less muck and grime and more wood and foliage. He had only spent a day among the ghouls, moogles, and birds and was already quite attached to the place as it was a distant memory come back to life. He had spent days on end in the Chocobo Forests of Gaia playing with his companions and passing the time with the disgruntled Mene. Only recently had he found himself wandering this strange world full of unexpected sights so he had yet to acclimate to its tender beauty which he quickly disregarded in hopes for returning home.
This place was nostalgic. Though it made him miss home more deeply than he had ever since arriving on this world, there was something about this place that allowed him to slow down and collect himself. He sat perched atop a gnarled, twisted vine, Chocobos underfoot grazing amidst the treelines. Crouching down he buried his face into his hands and stamped the heels of his palms against his eyes, fighting back the tears he had been holding in for so long. His long, silky tail had become a vine for a nearby moogle who swung against it, hardly mindful of the broken heart it was attached to. He rubbed his arm across his face, wiping away the moisture that had gathered. Sniffling a bit he moved to fully sit, allowing his legs to dangle over the edge of the branch.
"I wanna go home." He sighed. "This sucks."
He listened as the Chocobos warbled and chirped, enjoying the warm afternoon, the moogle suspended from his tail squeaking away. He couldn't bring himself to shaking the little fae off, so instead let it have its fun. The young man spent the day daydreaming, wondering of ways he could make it home. Maybe he was on another planet? Or he was trapped in a backwards realm full of things he remembered like the Chocobos or Gigan Frogs. Soon the flock of Chocobo laid down to sleep. Feeling the exhaustion finally hit his muscles the agile acrobat would join them and nestle down into the pile of feathery floofs. After a while the tailed youth ended up falling asleep, slipping into dreams of the past. Some time later something disturbed the flock causing them to shift and writhe. Blue eyes blinked clear the haze of sleep as something strange buzzed in the back of his head. A gloved hand rubbed through his hay colored hair, brushing it back before he sat up. He had long since lost his ribbon in the bogs, so his hair hung free from its usual ponytail.
Climbing out of the squirming squall of squawking birds the rogue would attempt to climb up off the ground to gain a vantage on the situation. The birds hadn't fled so it was a good sign, but things were strangely quiet. The night shouldn't be this calm. Looking around he'd eventually find himself a path along the branches which led deeper into the wood. Sliding his tail around one of the hanging limbs he walked until he stood perfectly upside down, feet flat against the underside of the branch. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared off to where a mass of dancing lighting bugs had gathered.
"Those aren't lightning bugs..." He narrowed his eyes before pulling his tail taut until he 'sat' on the branch, legs crossed. Though he hung upside down it didn't distress his sense of gravity. "...they almost look like Ramuh's orbs." But more alive, in a sense.
Scratching the side of his head the rogue climbed back up into the trees and made his way closer. It didn't take long for him to come upon someone else. His steps were silent, the thief only moving when the wind passed by, letting him step between the shifting leaves and bending boughs. By their weapon they looked to be a lone adventurer. They looked ready to fight. Lowering himself into a crouched position the Genome rested his elbows on his knees and leaned his head forward. He watched the space the man was staring at, but nothing was there and nothing else seemed to move.
"You know it's probably just a Moogle." He spoke aloud, breaking the peace in a sudden and rather anticlimactic manner.
The young man couldn't sense it though. Everything in the wood to him felt alive and moving so it had all become a numb, uniformed feeling that escaped his notice.
I'll always come through. Don't waste your breath shouting never at the moon.
Auron felt his pulse, quickened, in his throat. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, giving his exhausted body the strength it needed for any unknown situation, for any enemy that dared to come his way. He was calm – that much was evident – yet he trusted his body’s natural instincts far more than his eyes alone in an unknown land where it was too dark to see clearly. As the glowing orbs bobbed about, the light they gave off ebbed and flowed, leaving nothing but confusing shadows in their wake amongst the strange and mysterious sounds of the woods.
A voice broke through the natural chorus of insects and wind, causing the Guardian to react on a trigger reflex. He whipped around, moving quickly for his stature, heavy sword suddenly drawn by his right arm and pointed toward the intruder.
In the tree was … a young man. Even in the dim, twinkling lights, Auron could make out enough about him. Blonde, boyish, potentially armed. He waited a breath, then two, before slowly withdrawing his weapon from the air and holstering it once more behind his back. Whoever the boy was, if he’d wanted to attack, he’d have done it before drawing attention to himself. No, judging by his voice and expression, the blonde had no intention to fight unless attacked first.
One of the floating lights passed in front of the boy, and in its wake, the image of Tidus was left behind.
Auron blinked, and the face of the stranger returned.
Repressing the rush of the fiery adrenaline, the warrior sighed, weary. He let the boy’s words turn in his mind once, before realizing they made little sense to him. Moogles were nothing but folklore in Spira, of which there were no definitive answers on whether or not the creatures had ever once truly existed. They were nothing more now than dolls, clutched in the arms of children, and occasionally moved to some sentience by black magic. Yet, this wasn’t the first he’d heard mention of moogles in this world. They were included in the information given to him about this forest, weren’t they? “ … It wasn’t a Moogle,” Auron finally spoke, resisting the urge to tack on it was just a brat at the end of his sentence as he grumbled, “How long have you been watching me?”
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 1, 2024 20:53:36 GMT -6
Despite the narrow nature of the branch, the youth appeared to have no trouble balancing on the precarious perch. He moved to fold his arms behind his head, the soles of boots firmly pressed on the slender limb. Hanging behind him was the wisp of his tail, but in the darkness it would probably be difficult to discern the fifth limb from the scabbard hanging from his hip. His blue eyes did well in the low light so it wasn't too difficult for him to see where he was going. He didn't appear to be carrying a lantern with him and was usually stumbling around in the dark for one reason or another.
The man insisted the phantasmal noises didn't emanate from a Moogle and Zidane was one to usually argue. But seeing as it was the dead of night and Moogles weren't usually wont to skulk about in the shadows, he would acquiesce with the old man's refusal. Zidane clicked his tongue and took a step forward. That step walked him clear off the branch. He dropped down to the ground with a light thump. When he landed he sunk into a crouch to help buffer his jump. He snapped up to a standing position and clapped his gloved hands together before approaching the man. He wasn't wearing his usual cloak because the youth wasn't expecting to meet any humans out here. Because of that he shifted his tail in a way that he kept it behind his back until he could be sure of the man. Many of the people of this world seemed to take offense to Outsiders and anything that stood out to make him a stranger quickly locked them up.
"I haven't been." The rogue assured. "Just walked by cause I heard something. What about you? Kinda strange someone wandering around the woods in the middle of the night." He had a grin on his face, clearly ignoring the irony in his comment.
Zidane couldn't make heads or tails of the feelings he picked up in the woods. If he had to compare it to anything it reminded him of the Ilfa Tree. It was haunting and had a strange, otherworldly feeling, but he was sure that was because he was in another world. His azure gaze drifted to the side, eyeing the bouncing orbs of light.
"By the way, are you a ghost?" Zidane felt compelled to ask. He wasn't sure why, but maybe it was the feeling he had in the woods. "I've been here for a few days and haven't seen a single human." And in his experience only criminal and the wayward wandered beast filled woods at night.
He was the latter.
"If it wasn't a Moogle, what was it?" Though Zidane went on, he didn't do so casually.
He maintained his distance to Auron and kept his arms at side in the case he needed to grab his blades to defend himself. His back was to the tree, ensuring no one would be able to sneak up behind him. On the outside he was relaxed, but every edge of his person was guarded.
I'll always come through. Don't waste your breath shouting never at the moon.
“Kinda strange someone wandering around the woods in the middle of the night."
Auron immediately scoffed at this statement, rolling his eye at the obvious irony of the young man’s statement. The blonde didn’t strike him as the type to attack without first being provoked, but either way, the Guardian kept his guard up. It wasn’t lost on him how the youth dropped from such a height and sprung back up like it was nothing. Between his obvious strength and the scabbards at his side, it was clear the young man was likely a nimble and talented fighter. Quick opponents … Auron didn’t particularly wish to pick a fight with if such a thing could be avoided.
With a causal wave of his gloved hand, Auron gestured at the floating lights, “I followed them. That’s why I’m here.”
The blonde approached him with his hands clasped together, and Auron did nothing but watch him carefully. He remained rooted to his spot, his left arm tucked into his haori, his right still but ready to move on a moment’s notice to reach for his blade once more. Around them the lights drifted to and fro, unchanging from their behavior thus far. It was irritating, in a way, that Auron couldn’t identify what they were. This forest … this world was a complete mystery, and for a man that was used to having most answers at hand, it was irritating to be back to knowing nothing. Perhaps, if he was still a dead man, he could have at least sensed something strange about the mysterious woods – but even that had changed upon his waking.
Lost in his thoughts, he nearly missed the young man’s comment, "By the way, are you a ghost? I've been here for a few days and haven't seen a single human."
Well, at least this time, the blonde had no idea how ironic his observation was. Auron simply shook his head, “Not a ghost. Just a man. I can understand your confusion, however – I haven’t seen another sentient soul in days.”
It would certainly be easier to have been a ghost or an Unsent, that much was for sure. Being truly alive again came with its own host of consequences that Auron hadn’t had to deal with in a decade. He brushed the thoughts away with a weary blink. The young man muttered thoughtfully about what else could have attracted their attention if it wasn’t a moogle, and as he did so, Auron turned slightly to watch the bobbing lights. Those were what had caught his attention in the first place, until the blonde’s presence had distracted him.
Slowly, the air around them began to grow dimmer. More of the floating lights were making their way toward a particular area, drifting through the thick growth of the forest. Auron wasted no time in moving toward the direction they seemed to be drifting in, cautious but eager to scratch the itch of his curiosity. As he pushed through the thicket, the forest opened up a bit more – enough to reveal lines of dancing lights from several directions, all heading toward a central point. “The answer is ahead,” Auron spoke back to the blonde, brushing a stray leaf from his own graying hair, “Come along, if you feel the need. Otherwise, leave me be.”
With the offer left hanging in the air, the Guardian continued onward, following the mysterious lights at a casual pace.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 15, 2024 18:14:28 GMT -6
'Them'? At the mention of a 'them' the rogue turned his attention towards the floating lights. The young man didn't discern any sense of sentience from them like one would get from a Chocobo or person, but they did seem to have a presence all their own now that he took a moment to observe them. It was strange. The wood had seemed so full of life and he supposed this was the reason why every corner felt -- alive, somehow. How weird.
First his ear caught the man's words, responding to his query of whether or not he's passed in this world. When the man wholly denied the accusation with a simple answer, Zidane couldn't help but let out a laugh. Now that he thought about it, it had been a strange thing to ask, but the man seemed to respond with such stalwart sobriety that the thief was taken aback for a moment. This man was a serious fellow that reminded him of a certain someone from his past.
"There's plenty of sentient creatures, if you know where to look." Zidane moved to fold his arms behind his head, seemingly more relaxed than he had been but moments ago.
His posture seemed quick to change, but it also flowed in a natural way that made it difficult to discern the intentions of his actions. While clearly not out to rob someone in the dead of night, he also didn't have any reason himself to be deep in these haunted woods.
He'd speak again. This time it was less concerning him as a person, but the wood as it was. This place was weird and Zidane was only incidentally passing through. He had no personal interest in delving into the mysteries of its nature until Auron gave him an ultimatum. To him the guy seemed strangely lonely, yet at peace with his solitude. Zidane couldn't have that! His long tail flicked beneath his cloak as he made the decision to follow the older man.
"Ah well if that's the case, can't just leave you alone. Old guy like you may keel over from a heartattack if someone unfriendly jumped you!" He teased in a friendly manner. "Name's Zidane." He offered, with no intention of asking or exception of being offered a name in return. It was merely a courtesy, as far as he knew, that provided a convenience for traveling companions. "What's a guy like you doing neck deep in haunted woods. You don't look like a hunter." Normally hunters had a teams or at least an old Chocobo with matching scars that warbled with equitable gruffness.
Why did the wood move like this? If Zidane had to compare it to something, he'd regard it similarly to the Ilfa tree. It was alive, but he didn't see zombies, ghosts, or any skeletons about. So what kind of life did it possess?
