#saltedsilence

Wings beat softly in the air as she stared down at the silent knight with unabashed concern and curiosity. While a striking set of armor that he bore, the volume of silence was the eerie sensation gripping the golden goddess. Perhaps another time she'd not paid such reserve due attention, yet it was that soul jam set upon his chest was painted no clearer a picture that this was White Lily's beast. And given her own reserves since facing Burning Spice- since her own strained feelings since the loss of her kingdom by the Freedom bearer's actions...

Spear remained poised and defensive as she struggled finding what was to be made of this one. Not friendly to be sure.

@saltedsilence &&. said... " i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it. "

❝  did  you  now?  ❞  his  tone  is  sweet  enough  to  be  downright  sickening,  an  exaggerated  mockery  of  sugar's  melodic  lit.  a  single  tentacle  SLAMS  into  the  wall  beside  salt's  head  —  oh,  shadow  milk  isn't  so  naive  as  to  assume  that  would  be  enough  to  make  the  not-so-loyal  knight  flinch,  but  the  clatter  of  debris  sounds  pretty  on  his  armor!  ❝  y'know,  we  in  the  business  call  that  kinda  thing  lying  by  omission.  have  you  ever  heard  of  it  before,  salty?  ❞  he  doesn't  give  him  a  chance  to  reply  —  not  that  the  beast  is  really  expecting  him  to.  between  the  two  of  them,  they  BOTH  know  who  the  yapper  is!  ❝  it's  when  you  keep  all  of  your  dirty  little  secrets  to  yourself,  even  when  it  would  be  so,  so  helpful  for  everyone  else  to  know.  liiike,  for  exaaample...  when  a  knight  in  dingy  armor  APPARENTLY  knows  more  about  the  witches  than  he's  letting  on.  that's  not  very  solidaristic  of  you,  now  is  it?  hmm?  ❞

he  pulls  away  unexpectedly,  spinning  around  and  floating  away  a  short  distance.  it  gives  the  illusion  that  he's  willingly  turning  his  back  on  him.  (  shadow  milk  isn't  stupid,  of  course;  the  eyes  in  his  hair  never  waver.  )  ❝  oh,  salty,  salty,  salty.  i  do  so  wonder  what  goes  on  underneath  that  tin  can  of  yours.  can't  exactly  blame  me,  can  ya?  i  was  BAKED  to  know  things!  ...  and  you  are  one  tough  nut  to  crack.  ❞  he  really  should've  brought  his  can  opener!

the  beast  turns  back  around,  spreading  his  arms  with  a  wide  smile  that  would  appear  friendly  in  any  other  context.  ❝  y'know,  i've  been  thinking!  silence  and  deceit  really  DO  have  a  lot  in  common.  we're  praaactically  two  peas  in  a  pod!  or  tree,  eugh.  ❞  shadow  milk's  smile  turns  sharp.  ❝  after  all,  we've  both  got  a  knack  for  betrayal...  don't  we?  ❞

not  to  imply  anything,  of  course.  unless  he  is.

STIRRING THE POT STARTERS.

First Choco Cookie wandered the land that was scattered with abandoned and torn flags, each step made a crunching sound under the soil, as it was the only sound being made besides her own breathing. She held her swords in her hand as four other swords floated behind her; knowing that walking in an unknown land held danger even if the land was silenced and appear to be absent of life...

A land which brought old memories which she quickly shoved to one side as the witch couldn’t afford to get distracted by reminiscing and letting old regrets creep up on her.

She kept walking in the land until she stopped in her tracks, allowing a moment to pass, before speaking in a loud but firm voice.

Butter Roll folds his hands in front of him. He could barely contain his excitement, holding audience in front of a beast cookie was always incredibly thrilling for him. To see the bodies he's made them in action, seeing them move, it always brought a thrill to him. But this was a beast cookie after all, so he was remaining as respectful as he could with that wide, excited and fascinated smile.

... I don't ask things I don't mean, Silent Salt! Allow me... ,,

He'd asked to study him of course, how he was adjusting to this new body since he'd been cooped up in that lab for hours and hours and he hasn't been able to properly observe! He holds up a hand as he starts to explain.

... You won't even know I'm there, you know- I'll just be watching to make sure your body is shape, if there's something out of place... it shouldn't. But I will admit, my work has never been 100% perfect. But isn't it a sight- you look just as imagined. Just as planned... ,,

He tilts his head, silently examining him with a grin. Ohh god, just what is that maniac thinking about?

... I suppose... there could be a middle ground... if you were to allow me to examine you more... personally. All part of the science, no ulterior motives, I promise you. It'll be as if you are being worshipped as the strong warrior you are- like a follower kissing at your feet while your body is examined by a trained, professional hand. Although, it may take a while. Whatever you are most comfortable with, my- ahum, Silent Salt. ,,

...okay, maybe he was just about to call him my beauty. He's... incredibly normal about these Beasts. He totally doesn't want to examine them inside and out until he deems them perfect by his own eyes.

The ascended being found themselves in such a weird place. One thing they knew, they were home, advancing on territory not yet treaded by Cookiekind, and the next, their followers and themselves were falling deep into a time rift, and even with the Ebony Dragon's power polluting their jam stream, they weren't able to withstand time itself. Umbra's body luckily lands on both feet, their own godly halo's eyes peering around in every direction, trying to figure out where they were. It was... desolate here. Entirely too quiet. Their tattoos glow slightly in the dimmer light, looking along the land in quiet curiosity. Just... what year was this?

No... impossible, wasn't this a domain of old? When the Beasts still roamed Earthbread, away from all their developed, beautiful lands... it was still new here. Fresh. Their eyes narrow... maybe they would gain some knowledge out of this after all. They only knew bits and pieces of the old land, they'd read it forever ago when researching of the dragons and their powers. They were alive at this time, too... does this mean in this timeline, the Ebony Dragon may be here too? They raise to full height, pushing a hand to their mouth as they mutter to no one but themselves.

... O great Ebony Dragon, you must guide me home soon. Let this not be a mistake. ,,

Obscure Umbra lowers their hand, looking around. Were they hearing... hoofbeats? Someone must know they were here. No matter. They stood tall, fearless, looking over this place of old beauty as they watch where the hoofbeats sound from. Their arms tuck behind their back, but this isn't to distract as a defenseless stance. They could activate their magic just fine with any stance. Such was the power of the Ebony Dragon, thank the dragons for that.

ratgrabbing you. do NOT the helmet.

color him a tad surprised.