#lightyourpyre

He hadn't been expecting any visitors on the ranch today, and in the middle of a heavy, thundering rainstorm no less. Yet there was a silohuette of someone coming down the driveway, and by the looks of that familiar blond hair, he had a feeling as to who it was.

@lightyourpyre @sylviareviar Dimensional Cry

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The fabric of reality tears with a hauntingly familiar roar, yet it seems only those of spiritual gifts can truly hear it, the crimson dragon responds to this call in full, the temporal balance that's caused by the frantic cries. Reaching out to the one who had vanished without proper goodbye, left a crack behind that never truly sealed. It reaches far across their own time, to one so dear to her chosen, her panic palpable, the goddess is afraid to loose the one who clings to life, wounded, his frame is one she cannot bring further aid to, she cannot spare him of the agony she had fended off. The Vile Light is something she cannot purify down to the core, a twisted, corrupted echo of its once radiant brilliance. Now it only brings disorder, destruction and death. Drawn in to absorb strength from the freshly awakened soul, left without the gentle darkness veil to hide behind. It's a flood of images, of ruins of white marble adorned with crystal, a space teetering dimensions, a place so finely in-tuned with reality yet it is a place of creation hidden deep within the earth. Where a glorious kingdom once reigned, where hopes and dreams flourished, a shrine taken from it's formed grounds and moved within the depths of Norway, hiding amongst the mountains and fjord's. The entrance is hidden, veiled thickly to keep away those that would give into greed.

Images flash, of the crystal beasts, of destruction that spreads across the land, fire that still burn in place, of pain, ambush, momentary death, resurrection. One thing flashes repeatedly, of a towering force of light, outstretched with claws and fangs aimed for them all. The way a limping amethyst panther stalks near the entrance, concern and fear etched into determined eyes. Help me.

A hysterical call, choked upon as if the call was too weak, a barely registering pulse. Of being surrounded by golden gates, awaiting to be awoken from slumber once more, to be within the ether until the golden gates shatter all at once, for a blood vision to come. The light has consumed most of his body, old duel disk sparking and barely peeking out from where the light wraps itself around him, paralyzing him in place and choking him, curled so tightly around his throat as blood drips from his lips. Wrath.

Burning, flooding wrath alongside agonizing pain and fear. The crackle of light, the familiar roar of rage from the goddess as she tears the light asunder, forcing it to relinquish its grasp from her chosen that now lays writhing in agony, lips parted in a silent scream with blood coating the ground around him in a messy splatter. Now laid upon the old shrine, where old furs lay beneath him, slowly staining with blood as agony still lances through him, for the wicked light still waits, still tracks him down. Help Me...!

lightyourpyre - 🐭 ... I'm sorry i'm but a nervous bean- ^^; spikemuthtoothfairy - 🐹 You play intimidating muses but are WONDERFUL OOC :3 rankingtwentysix - 🐱 paws at you aqotheosis - 🐰bnuuy but like... a small bnuuy controlledhues - 🦊 but bc your writing is always amazing and I'm like woah how do they do it livingshinycharm - 🐹 This is for Mun though. Mildew is a Sweetie and I love them infernalpursuit - hey. hey come here. 🐹 hampter beam atuutluk - 🐰 bnuuy...

wingbeatz - 🐰 - a sprinkle of intimidating but mostly because i have so much gd respect for you and your big brain that has so many beautifully-worded character introspection thoughts that i'm like just WOAH WOAH MILDEW IS ON A WHOLE ASS DIFFERENT LEVEL!!! i.e. i admire your creativity and the depth with which you write your muses!! also because when i first followed you i thought you were so cool and had admired from afar at least a few times before finally saying "fuck it!! i'm following!" but now i'm just...sending you plant pictures and stuff because you are so chill ily <3

thank you... it was nice to have people send these in. im glad i scare some of you MYAHAHAHAHA i mean MYAHAHAH i mean , and since its been a while since these have been put in i wonder if anything's changed?

A hero? Now there was a term he hadn't heard in a minute. Try as he might to deny it, his appearance certainly fit the description of a hero, of a person that would risk life and limb to seek out justice. Broad-shouldered, bone-tired, still on alert from the last mess he had to handle. Not a lot had changed, since he put on this costume, took up a mantle with history behind it.

The only difference being that he was no longer sure that he deserved the title anymore.

Not when half the job had become concerned with damage control, with filling in holes that no one else would notice, or rounding up anomalies. All this, and so much more that had yet to be named or shared aloud, wore away on him. A fact that, when asked such a question, it didn't land as intended. But Miguel would move to mask that fact, in the same way that bright hard light disguised his true identity.

"Why do you want my autograph, kid?" Could this be a trend in this reality, that he wasn't aware of? They all seemed to blur together, after a while, making it difficult to remember trends. And yet, there was something about the way the young male looked at him, like he was bulletproof, or some kind of legend, pulled directly from the pages of a comic book, that made Miguel pause, for just a fraction of a second, before offering a small shrug, conceding;

"betcha wish you werent seeing triple~"

"Oh shut up you slacker. You know I'm going to keep failing you so you'll be expelled."