#vosik

Vosik, Archpriest of the devil splicers.

Enraged her plan had failed, she fled. Turning to shadow and vanishing down the steps, out the gate, and moving for her house when she heard a sound that literally sounded like a million voices screaming. She turned on a heel and was met with a terrible cold wind, there was a godly arcane form shattered with shade coming  straight for her, and behind it flew Aksis, duel swords in his claws.  She swallowed hard and booked it, ignoring her things in her home, and fleeing the clan as quickly as she could manage, but the form behind her never stopped; even when Aksis did. She fled for lightning, she knew the territory pretty well, and after a while she felt power again; she decided to hide there, within the power that she was so bloody angry that she would never hold; and there she felt free from Vosik’s iron grip. She felt a terrible burning in her wrist near constantly, like they were trying to track her with no avail. She smiled at that, sneaky till the very end.  Here; within others she knew likely wouldn’t like her around long if they knew what she’d done; she met Static. Static had been very withdrawn, he was odd and didn’t talk much, instead when he opened his mouth radio static came, quietly out. He was powerful too; but his curse was odd. He didn’t call it ‘shade’ he called it himself; Static was everything to him, and he couldn’t remember a name prior to knowing about his static.  Despite this, he was very trusting, and very much loved to settle down and curl around the tired Noxis, she felt this was odd but allowed it; she’d been so starved of touch for so long she welcomed the help. After what felt like forever, in this odd place she started to call home; she found she’d grown to like having Static around. Even though they never spoke a word physically, he meant the absolute world to her, and she liked the idea of keeping him around.  Somewhere outside of the powerhouse she lived in now; Aksis tended to his son; and Vosik, tired as ever, watched the perimeter for any sign of the woman that tried to kill his little boy. They’d be on the lookout forever, he was sure. And the moment she stepped foot on their territory...  He would be lying if he said he’d kill her. No, there wouldn’t be enough suffering in death. 

and then there’s Aksis, the mysterious religious figurehead with no origin who appears to a once-great culture now barely staving off exctinction, claiming a connection to some technological god-being. but that’s another post for another day. Aksis, ingenious and mad and cloistered away to experiment endlessly on himself until his own work literally consumes him, leaving notes and research logs behind as the only vestiges of who he was. when he appears dead, he rises seconds later, more aggressive and casting out orbs of burning death. where Warlocks are known to “float,” he is perpetually suspended above the battlefield, with no feet to touch the ground with

[Chapter 1; Excerpt 3] The world was once very dark, he couldn’t see anything but a foot or two in front of him, He grew close to his companion in these times, Though Aksis wouldn’t call it anything but means of help; Vosik loved the man with all his cold, tiny heart could fathom. When he was sick with something otherworldly that made vision, among many other things feel impossible; Aksis was there.  This was; of course before the Wyrms became their true means of power and significance. This was back in fire territory, where it was hot and it never rained. And the heat made his scales feel like utter fire and magma themselves, like molten steel plates that lined his back and kept his sultry flesh as cool and protected as possible.  Vosik took doses of therapy from shadefighters all across the world, each one breaking his mind... and its... a little more each time. Before he knew it he was bedridden with nothing but shadows to calm him-- and Aksis. They stayed curled together through several nights until the last came. An imperial that came from a place in light, speaking in a booming voice that chilled Vosik considerably to the bone each time a word was spoken.  He was the first to make a difference. He was the first to drain the darkness that blinded, choked, and strangled Vosik from his utter soul.  He was; however, verymuch so unprepared for what plagued the skydancer, and how it would respond with lashing out. The man fell to the very plague that he’d removed from Vosik; and it devoured him from the inside out until he was but an ash-covered corpse that scattered in the winds.  Vosik stayed in bed for many months, curled together with Aksis swearing that somehow, beyond all reason, echoes still remained. 

Deros: Pros: Everything. (tbh it’s everything) Cuddly Loveable Never wants to stop feeling loved Likes to hold hands all those sappy things i mentioned earlier except heavily drinking that just sounds bad tbh idk but I bet she’d be content as ever watching sappy mush movies Please never make her cry she HAS A BAD SIDE AND WILL BREAK YO NECK I mean will cry. Cons: Can flip on a dime. Dual personalities, usually not fun Terrible luck can’t drive. Anything. Don’t let her touch ANYTHING. Vosik: Pros: Are there any? tbh Cuddly I guess Weird because he has a life inside of his head It’s not just a voice it’s a real living being just say nothing Cons: Everything, please let this man love his mate he’s’ just a mess. 

Her next stop was a place she’d only heard mention of in her dreams, or.. their dreams. A place ravaged by the darkness that she kept close within her heart and soul. Oh, how she longed to have a home such as this, one so absent in the mindset of singular gods. She thrived on the mindset that oneday she’d avenge her sister, but she knew that there was little sense in that mindset as she’d already slew the bastards that he kept her prisoner long ago. Something bubbled in her mind that she knew wouldn’t leave her alone until she did as she was told. It always worked that way, the shade spoke and she so listened-- but things had to be worked around first-- first she had to see to it that she was powerful enough to take on that mission.  She approached Emberash one day, without fear. Her sneakiness set aside for perhaps another day; she approached the clan The Machine drove with magic and reckoning and asked to speak to their leaders.  Noxis gazed wearily into the eyes of Aksis, and spoke without words. “Oh mighty leader of such a fabled clan.” She spoke, eyes boring into his. “I come seeking refuge from a darkness I hold deep inside. One I cannot, nor would not run from. It threatens to end me if I do not seek out those that killed my sibling-- and I must speak with Vosik, it demands it.”  Vosik, the sickly male raised his head to her request. A black ilk dripped between his teeth as he, too spoke without words. A terrible chill ran through all that were within the area. “And what does your shadow think I will do to help you?”  She swallowed. “It threatens to--”  “It lies.” He said, a splinter of his own voice echoes through the cacophonous song of shade.  “It knows you’re weak and it scares you into thinking it will end you, but it simply cannot. You are it’s body and without you it would wither away and die. As would mine, it hurts me when I do not listen, and I do not listen a lot. But it will never kill me. I am too powerful for it to do that because I’m smart.”  Noxis flinched, “Sir I respect your authority but I am not stupid.”  She hissed through her teeth a terrible cold flowed down her body and she stopped.  “Would you dare have that tone with The Machine in the first place?” Aksis growled, furrowing a brow and placing a hand on his mate.  “I do not mean to make you angry, I’m just looking to make some peace among the shade and myself. If you’d listen I’m not asking you to help with the issue, I’m asking for refuge for a short time while I recoup.”  “Denied.” Vosik growled in a thunderous ripple. Somewhere nearby one of the monstrous wyrms shifted and the whole clan shook.  “Please. I beg you, just a few days. I’ll leave in the morning and you’ll never see me again.”  “You think I’m dense, girl? I can smell what you’ve done in your past. I can feel it in my bones as if it happened just yesterday. I can see it in the echoes around you. What am I supposed to do? Believe you won’t rob us and litter the ground of our clan in the bodies of our clanmates? The Machine may be dark but we don’t kill out people unlike you.”  She felt cold again. “I won’t touch a soul. I swear on it.”  “You won’t.” Aksis snarled. “Because I’ll know about it if you do, and if you think I cannot rip that shade from your body, you’re bloody fucking wrong.”  He leaned forward snatching up one of her claws and traced a claw on her scales, burning and insignia into her wrist. “Slip up, girl. I dare you.” 

Because he didn’t have Aksis.