07-03-2018, 01:39 PM
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[b]✡ ASHER [abbr="self-reference, thoughts"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="attacks in bold"]x[/abbr] ROGUE ✡
— HUMBLE BEGINNINGS
Asher couldn't tell how long he'd been flying for. His jet black wings hadn't ceased their flapping since the time he abandoned Koriko for a new life. Who could blame him? After all, it seemed like his only "friend" had neglected him, and moved on to better things. Was he heartless for leaving her behind in a time of need? Probably.
His gut churned. Why did he leave her? She needed as much help as possible, and even if she couldn't understand him, he could do anything he could to help. Was he selfish, only wanting to take? No, he thought, perhaps it hadn't been that deep. Kaisee would find someone else to replace him. He is just a cat, after all, so maybe Kaisee didn't see Asher like Asher saw Kaisee.
The night grew colder and colder as the crow-shapeshifted feline glided through the sky at a higher altitude than the recommended amount. He didn't care. He just didn't want to see towns bustling with people; it only reminded him of Kaisee. Poor judgment did lead to this situation though. If only he'd waited just a bit longer for his witch friend to recover, maybe she would have learned to understand the black kitten again.
Amber and cyan eyes drifted across the cloudy night horizon, searching for a place to roost. He couldn't take having to fly anymore; his wings became sore and achy after countless hours of flight. A cluster of trees appeared in view, some kind of canopy perhaps. He dive-bombed a tree, preparing to shift into his normal cat form, talons ready to grip any branch he would come into contact with.
Landing roughly, the cat struggled to grip the branch in time, and the force from his flight sent him careening down below, crashing below the trees with a thud. "Ack—!" He felt as though every bone in his body had been broken at that moment; was he that tired that he couldn't even activate his own cat-like reflexes? No matter the cause of his fall, he stood up, back aching where his wings had been, dusting himself off from the rough fall. "Well, that wasn't exactly the softest landing..."
Tasting the air to help find a decent spot to rest, he found something different with his nose: territory markings. Other animals' scents. Lots of them.
Uh oh.
Had he accidentally stumbled upon a new territory, an unknown territory that wasn't known to anyone at Koriko? The scent wasn't familiar to Asher, and he'd been outside the port town plenty of times to know another scent. Whatever the case was, he froze in shock as the scents moved about. If not for the white scarf that was carried around his neck, he would have blended in with the dark environment, allowing him to escape in time to not disturb any of the territory's happenings, but he kept it on anyways as a memento. He didn't want to leave it behind. Not for her.
Guess I'm stuck here.
Asher couldn't tell how long he'd been flying for. His jet black wings hadn't ceased their flapping since the time he abandoned Koriko for a new life. Who could blame him? After all, it seemed like his only "friend" had neglected him, and moved on to better things. Was he heartless for leaving her behind in a time of need? Probably.
His gut churned. Why did he leave her? She needed as much help as possible, and even if she couldn't understand him, he could do anything he could to help. Was he selfish, only wanting to take? No, he thought, perhaps it hadn't been that deep. Kaisee would find someone else to replace him. He is just a cat, after all, so maybe Kaisee didn't see Asher like Asher saw Kaisee.
The night grew colder and colder as the crow-shapeshifted feline glided through the sky at a higher altitude than the recommended amount. He didn't care. He just didn't want to see towns bustling with people; it only reminded him of Kaisee. Poor judgment did lead to this situation though. If only he'd waited just a bit longer for his witch friend to recover, maybe she would have learned to understand the black kitten again.
Amber and cyan eyes drifted across the cloudy night horizon, searching for a place to roost. He couldn't take having to fly anymore; his wings became sore and achy after countless hours of flight. A cluster of trees appeared in view, some kind of canopy perhaps. He dive-bombed a tree, preparing to shift into his normal cat form, talons ready to grip any branch he would come into contact with.
Landing roughly, the cat struggled to grip the branch in time, and the force from his flight sent him careening down below, crashing below the trees with a thud. "Ack—!" He felt as though every bone in his body had been broken at that moment; was he that tired that he couldn't even activate his own cat-like reflexes? No matter the cause of his fall, he stood up, back aching where his wings had been, dusting himself off from the rough fall. "Well, that wasn't exactly the softest landing..."
Tasting the air to help find a decent spot to rest, he found something different with his nose: territory markings. Other animals' scents. Lots of them.
Uh oh.
Had he accidentally stumbled upon a new territory, an unknown territory that wasn't known to anyone at Koriko? The scent wasn't familiar to Asher, and he'd been outside the port town plenty of times to know another scent. Whatever the case was, he froze in shock as the scents moved about. If not for the white scarf that was carried around his neck, he would have blended in with the dark environment, allowing him to escape in time to not disturb any of the territory's happenings, but he kept it on anyways as a memento. He didn't want to leave it behind. Not for her.
Guess I'm stuck here.