07-12-2018, 10:40 PM
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saving for later, idk if i feel ready for it yet
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[b]MILKYWAY [abbr="attacks in bold"]☾[/abbr] info [abbr="speech; self-reference; thoughts;"]☾[/abbr] TANGLEWOOD
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It was hard to figure out where exactly Milky thought he would end up after blindly zooming through space some 100 light years away from Earth, yet he was willing to let his soul settle anywhere at this point. After having existed in this world for what seemed like billions of years, the restless celestial spirit just couldn't stay in one place after his formal vessel vanished, becoming something he wasn't familiar with. Dead.
What good was he to the Ursas anymore? His former celestial body launched his energy far into the reaches of the universe -- the form he created for himself now was but a mere fraction of the energy he once had. In fact, the energy that manifested into his cat-like form was scattered all across the universe, and the fraction of energy this form took was so microscopic it was as if it were a single anthill to the planet.
The stars lining his aural form glowed against the trunks of swampy trees in the night, his stardust bones having been cushioned by his dense, starry, translucent cloud of a body. Milky hadn't a single clue where he was, and his constant trekking across the planet was evidence of this. Nothing could tire the restless celestial body, yet that didn't mean he couldn't become bored.
Learning about the universe was hard work.
Hopefully, though, he would find somebody in these marshlands who could fill him in on where exactly he was -- and possibly much more about this world. And hopefully, he'd find this somebody by dawn -- or else he'd have to slumber until nightfall.
What good was he to the Ursas anymore? His former celestial body launched his energy far into the reaches of the universe -- the form he created for himself now was but a mere fraction of the energy he once had. In fact, the energy that manifested into his cat-like form was scattered all across the universe, and the fraction of energy this form took was so microscopic it was as if it were a single anthill to the planet.
The stars lining his aural form glowed against the trunks of swampy trees in the night, his stardust bones having been cushioned by his dense, starry, translucent cloud of a body. Milky hadn't a single clue where he was, and his constant trekking across the planet was evidence of this. Nothing could tire the restless celestial body, yet that didn't mean he couldn't become bored.
Learning about the universe was hard work.
Hopefully, though, he would find somebody in these marshlands who could fill him in on where exactly he was -- and possibly much more about this world. And hopefully, he'd find this somebody by dawn -- or else he'd have to slumber until nightfall.
saving for later, idk if i feel ready for it yet