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In The Footsteps of A Rising Goddess [Calypso/Khala]
Thu Sep 20, 2018 7:41 am
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If Calypso were in any relaxed state of mind, she wouldn’t follow the green-haired lady that, although her relative, she hardly knew who she was personally or what her motivations would. A well-minded Calypso would have just backed out of that situation to think about it. But, well, having to see the likes of Pharista and most other monstrous memories from the goddess, shook her to the point the demon was likely nuts at the moment. In her state of mind, she had just followed the strange woman through, feeling damn close to vomiting, a few eyes appearing concerned towards their master’s wellbeing. All that really made sense to Calypso is that she wanted to help this woman, somehow, some way, be useful to her.. Be useful to someone…
The reality of what would be beyond this golden swirl was like a firm set of hands falling onto her shoulders, while not a harsh weight, was more of a shock with feeling, smelling, seeing, and generally sensing, an entirely different plane that she would have never had been able to imagine if she had simply been told. It was an overwhelming feeling, it reminded her vaguely of her birth, but nowhere near the magnitude, as her feelings of fear, anxiety, and mental unrest, were soon washed away, though the girl was still plenty overwhelmed enough to drop onto her knees, hands clenched against the sleek floor, the girl herself having honey-colored tears drippling onto the ground.
“I.. I… I need a… Bit… Sorry..”
Her little heart was pattering so much, it wouldn’t be totally out of the question for the goddess to hear the poor thing beating like a double-traumatized rabbit high on a Monster-Red Bull combo. But the girl was able to recover after a minute of letting the realm settle in and be able to settle her thoughts to the tune of the otherwise calm atmosphere.
“..That was so embarrassing.”
If the girl formed a mouth, she’d have a sharp frown, coming back to her feet, looking to the side and having a very, very obvious chromatic blush on her dark face, “..So… So… Embarassing…” The little one covered her face in clear shame,
“..If i’m just a letdown to you… I can just go…” Her voice softened, to the point it almost cracked, clearly being intertwined with sadness and otherwise negative emotions.
If Calypso were in any relaxed state of mind, she wouldn’t follow the green-haired lady that, although her relative, she hardly knew who she was personally or what her motivations would. A well-minded Calypso would have just backed out of that situation to think about it. But, well, having to see the likes of Pharista and most other monstrous memories from the goddess, shook her to the point the demon was likely nuts at the moment. In her state of mind, she had just followed the strange woman through, feeling damn close to vomiting, a few eyes appearing concerned towards their master’s wellbeing. All that really made sense to Calypso is that she wanted to help this woman, somehow, some way, be useful to her.. Be useful to someone…
The reality of what would be beyond this golden swirl was like a firm set of hands falling onto her shoulders, while not a harsh weight, was more of a shock with feeling, smelling, seeing, and generally sensing, an entirely different plane that she would have never had been able to imagine if she had simply been told. It was an overwhelming feeling, it reminded her vaguely of her birth, but nowhere near the magnitude, as her feelings of fear, anxiety, and mental unrest, were soon washed away, though the girl was still plenty overwhelmed enough to drop onto her knees, hands clenched against the sleek floor, the girl herself having honey-colored tears drippling onto the ground.
“I.. I… I need a… Bit… Sorry..”
Her little heart was pattering so much, it wouldn’t be totally out of the question for the goddess to hear the poor thing beating like a double-traumatized rabbit high on a Monster-Red Bull combo. But the girl was able to recover after a minute of letting the realm settle in and be able to settle her thoughts to the tune of the otherwise calm atmosphere.
“..That was so embarrassing.”
If the girl formed a mouth, she’d have a sharp frown, coming back to her feet, looking to the side and having a very, very obvious chromatic blush on her dark face, “..So… So… Embarassing…” The little one covered her face in clear shame,
“..If i’m just a letdown to you… I can just go…” Her voice softened, to the point it almost cracked, clearly being intertwined with sadness and otherwise negative emotions.
Re: In The Footsteps of A Rising Goddess [Calypso/Khala]
Sat Sep 22, 2018 10:51 am
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Artist: FrostFM - Song: Memory Chains
Feelings of strong nostalgia washed over the body of the divine Khala. Ākāśa Mandira brought forth memories of happiness prior to her time in slumber. Visions of herself, Iriko, Neoveta and the many followers of Khalaism started to drown out the sense of overwhelming duty which bled deep within her heart. Indeed, these feelings of yearning for a better time washed over her soul because of the fact that she understood quite well that those carefree days would not be coming back to her at this point. They were lost and carried away from her grip to the sands of time.
Yet -- even if those times of pure delight could not come back as they were then, Khala held within her the power of a god as far as this demoness was concerned. If she truly were blessed to have the faith of so many millions of demons calling upon her, then there is meaning behind that which is suffering and that pain is only designed to make the ashes of her destroyed self arise to become even stronger than that which came before it. Hence, it is for that reason why her acidic eyes burned their gaze down upon the shivering mess of Calypso as she made her way through the valleys of honey-soaked skies, emerald drenched grass life and warm air.
To observe this creature being consumed with obvious trauma made Khala realize the fact many of her people required that strength of a goddess to lean on. It mattered not if it wasn't an objective fact of reality, but rather, the importance of having a firm belief and grasp of your personal perception of this existence was required to grant others the bliss of acceptance, healing and belief that things can be better. And, for the demon inkling which collapsed at her feet, the guidance of a creature of this universe that has seen the depths of its abysmal hell could be rather useful toward building the foundations of a stronger spirit in this time of weakness.
So, after a few moments of silence, Khala merely let out a gentle exhale before placing her hand over the top of Calypso. In making this motion she internally commanded the possessive energies of love which swelled inside of her being to come forth to the surface. By performing this internal call to herself, she was summoning the needed particles of energy to exude out of her palm and to envelop the fellow Khalaist in a ray of lush gold and gem green light. This embrace of her power was meant to induce feelings of calm, embrace and love within the beings essence to quell the tensions of panic, disorder and absolute detachment which screamed inside the spirit of Calypso.
"There is no shame to be had of exposing that which is your true self to those who accept you as you are. You are my child of Khalaism, so I will do what is within my power to love and better you."
Tone as tender and sweet as the most exquisite piece of rich fruit, a smile which reflected that sense of unbound affection bore across the face of Khala as she soon kneeled down, moved close and held the child in her arms as her lush eyes latched their sights into the eyes of Calypso.
"If you are marked by my touch, you have no reason to let me down until you yourself give up on the teachings of Khalaism. I do not expect a newborn to understand the ways of this world just yet. All you should understand at this point is that you do not have to endure that trauma alone and that we, as Khalaist, are your family and are willing to take you in if no one else is able to in this world of decay, hardship, and callousness."
There was then a pause before Khala ran her fingers down the tips of the child's head before asking her only one thing in return.
"Now tell me, why do you feel such sadness in your heart, child?"
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