Amongst a pile of lazily grazing Reindire, there is only who is not quite like the others. Not smaller, certainly not, she stands 6'5 at the the head. That's not to say anything for the two huge sets of horns that sit heavy on her head that are an extra four feet of height. Horns that in their way, seem almost like the jaws of a greater beast, as the bigger ones curve away from her head like scimitar blades. Saw like teeth, that protrude from the long elegant horns and extra bones that grow along her spine, jutting over like an extra ribcage. White fur and black mane and tail that offsets that long blue markings that adorn her left side, horn and foreleg. She is a match for their monstrous self.
No what is particularly strange, is that hung between her horns and at the edge of her hooves that go fluttering like dust clouds when she steps, are the illusions of galaxies. Hovering around her like a glittering ornaments. Far off planets that spin in that empty space. Shimmering of purple and white and gold.
Not that she minds, or particularly cares. In this form, her mind is keener but quieter. No, she seems very content, standing about on watch with the other Reindire. At times she lays with them, letting herself be groomed and when she calls to someone, a soft bark of a sound, she happily grooms those closest too her in soft little licks to settle the other Reindire back into the cuddle pile of warm bodies, then lifts that powerful head of horns with a clear expectation.
You have fingers, and she wants scritches. Get with the petting. Big, all black eyes that reflect stars back at her new company. If you get close enough, she will nuzzle against chest and hands for the attention.
Pets, please.
II. Keep calm and carry on.
The place where Angel is most relaxed, beyond all anxiety, is a childhood bedroom. A sparse white room, a child's bed tucked in one side. Toys litter the floor, but the one that makes her linger is a blue stuffed bear, claws and all, that she picks up as she goes to sit on the chair that once upon a time, Jack and her Mother had sat and told her stories, like any other little girl. She had been happy, then. Photos of a girl that can only be Angel, with her parents either side of her, her first day of preschool, the first time she won a prize, endless drawings.
"Hello Captain Bear," she says it quietly to the toy, giving it a squeeze. "Been fighting crime still?"
And with nothing else to do, but sit in this empty childhood room, she buries her face into the toy, curling her knees into her chest and starts to cry.
The room tries its best, realising it has made a mistake, rapidly changing from the white pristine room to something very different. Into a ship's cabin of a old wooden tall ship, scattered with maps, books, swords and old fashioned flint lock weapons.
But her head doesn't lift to see it, even as the AI tried to make it better.
III. Network.
> Hi. :) > I'm 4N631. > Has anyone learned the full specs of these systems and what's running in Anchor? > I might be able to help, once I learn it.
> Oh, and where can I get a steak? Rare steak, especially.
ANGEL THE SIREN | BORDERLANDS | ( crau, ryslig )
Amongst a pile of lazily grazing Reindire, there is only who is not quite like the others. Not smaller, certainly not, she stands 6'5 at the the head. That's not to say anything for the two huge sets of horns that sit heavy on her head that are an extra four feet of height. Horns that in their way, seem almost like the jaws of a greater beast, as the bigger ones curve away from her head like scimitar blades. Saw like teeth, that protrude from the long elegant horns and extra bones that grow along her spine, jutting over like an extra ribcage. White fur and black mane and tail that offsets that long blue markings that adorn her left side, horn and foreleg. She is a match for their monstrous self.
No what is particularly strange, is that hung between her horns and at the edge of her hooves that go fluttering like dust clouds when she steps, are the illusions of galaxies. Hovering around her like a glittering ornaments. Far off planets that spin in that empty space. Shimmering of purple and white and gold.
Not that she minds, or particularly cares. In this form, her mind is keener but quieter. No, she seems very content, standing about on watch with the other Reindire. At times she lays with them, letting herself be groomed and when she calls to someone, a soft bark of a sound, she happily grooms those closest too her in soft little licks to settle the other Reindire back into the cuddle pile of warm bodies, then lifts that powerful head of horns with a clear expectation.
You have fingers, and she wants scritches. Get with the petting. Big, all black eyes that reflect stars back at her new company. If you get close enough, she will nuzzle against chest and hands for the attention.
Pets, please.
II. Keep calm and carry on.
The place where Angel is most relaxed, beyond all anxiety, is a childhood bedroom. A sparse white room, a child's bed tucked in one side. Toys litter the floor, but the one that makes her linger is a blue stuffed bear, claws and all, that she picks up as she goes to sit on the chair that once upon a time, Jack and her Mother had sat and told her stories, like any other little girl. She had been happy, then. Photos of a girl that can only be Angel, with her parents either side of her, her first day of preschool, the first time she won a prize, endless drawings.
"Hello Captain Bear," she says it quietly to the toy, giving it a squeeze. "Been fighting crime still?"
And with nothing else to do, but sit in this empty childhood room, she buries her face into the toy, curling her knees into her chest and starts to cry.
The room tries its best, realising it has made a mistake, rapidly changing from the white pristine room to something very different. Into a ship's cabin of a old wooden tall ship, scattered with maps, books, swords and old fashioned flint lock weapons.
But her head doesn't lift to see it, even as the AI tried to make it better.
III. Network.
> Hi. :)
> I'm 4N631.
> Has anyone learned the full specs of these systems and what's running in Anchor?
> I might be able to help, once I learn it.
> Oh, and where can I get a steak? Rare steak, especially.