#astralfennec

Carbuncle is not so stealthily staring. He wants a piece of the bread.

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Quite happily, Carbuncle accepted the slice of fruit. He liked peaches. He liked pears more, and apples even more than that, but there wasn’t a fruit he’d ever say no to. {Stay for how long? I have my own realm to look after. Dreamers need me.}

    Why was everything so dark? Oh. It must be nighttime; that made sense. But Carbuncle didn’t like it. This obviously wasn’t his realm and he’d never wandered the mortal plane when it was nighttime before. It was scary, and he didn’t have control over this scariness like he did nightmares in the dream realm. On top of all that, two humans were attacking something right above the tiny astral, a creature Carbuncle was sure he’d never seen in any nightmare.

    Frozen in fear, the tiny Dreamweaver just stared. What was happening? And how had he gotten there? The last thing he remembered, Ifrit was trying to teach him how to change into a phoenix. Now he was here, wherever here was.

    Ears pinned back, the tiny astral bolted for the nearest bush and wiggled his way into hiding.

Sonitus saw the scrap of white in the darkness, and tackled Tredd down before he could harm the creature beneath the daemon.

“Soni, what the fuck!?” demanded Tredd; rather than answer, the Altissian rolled to his feet and raised his hands, calling forward a shield to block the Aramusha’s blow. He saw the little creature bolt under a bush, nodded, and then dropped the shield and ducked.

Lightning snapped over his head, followed by Tredd himself warp-striking at the daemon--

His strike was blocked anyway, and Tredd swore.

“Get back here!” Soni yelled, and, knowing what was coming, Tredd warped back to Soni’s side, ready to erect a shield himself.

The Aramusha lunged at them, and Sonitus sang, a powerful A that knocked the sword from the daemon’s hands. Before it could recover, he sang again, soft and soothing, his throat warm with magic as he forced the daemon to sleep.

He continued to sing as he drew his kukri, easing away from Tredd around to the daemon’s other side, feeling his lover’s hazel eyes on him every step of the way--

Tredd gestured, and they both struck the daemon simultaneously.

Carbuncle has brought a plush toy for Ifrit in the hopes of making him smile. It’s a little cartoonesque fireball with a smiley face.

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The trip to the astral plane had certainly tired Carbuncle, and the sight of Ramuh sunk the little astral’s heart. Someone had definitely hurt the elder. With fire. Something Carbuncle was not fond of since being branded. He squeaked the toy to announce himself, bumping against Ramuh’s hand.

Hearing squeaking, Ramuh stirs, as the sound was not naturally found in these parts. Feeling something soft and warm against his better hand, pale eyes slowly open as burned skin stretches and breaks and crackles. Blurry at first, the view slowly clears as he looks down to find an all to familiar form by his side. Confused, his voice tiredly reaches for Carbuncle inside the small mind like a whisper.

    <Y-you dream?> The revelation was a little shocking. Carbuncle had never known that astrals dreamed. He’d never felt them in his realm that way. And he was always preoccupied with the human dreamers.

    <It’s not fine!> The outburst was surprising but he didn’t back down. <If nightmares is all you know of my realm, that’s not fine!> To know his realm was hurting Ifrit in any way was the farthest thing from fine. He wanted to fix it; but he had no idea if that was even possible. Compared to older astrals, Carbuncle wasn’t very strong, and with his diminishing worship that strength had lessened. He didn’t know what kind of dreamscapes existed for someone like Ifrit or if he had strength enough now to control or alter them.

“I do, I always have, I’m not sure if the others do or not, but-” Ifrit started to answer, his body tense still from the nightmare.

It had been the fall again, of course. This time his fellow Astrals had held him down and let the humans each tear pieces of him away, until he was nothing.

OMEN // YOUR EYES BURN WITH WHAT YOU’VE SEEN

Would he like it? He’d love it if everybody up the line would get their fingers chomped off. It’d be next to nothing in comparison with everything he’s gone through but it’d still be a small victory for him. Besides, Carbuncle seems more than up for the task so who’s to say the little Astral isn’t getting some satisfaction out of this as well?