November 30, 2023, 01:17 AM
Here upon the mountain where his kin have been buried (by choice or by the meteor years ago) Revui finds a semblance of power. He manages to pull himself free of @Fjall long enough to become corporeal.
Standing on familiar ground made him bold. He found himself able to move like the wind when thoughts came to him: first to the place he felt the most pride as a brother; then where blood turned upon blood. This shifted Revui from pride to anger and to hurt. His form darkening from spectral mist to shadow.
Thinking of blood only reminded him that he had left unfinished business and as his feelings grew to rival the mountain that he now haunted, his shape became like an immense black cloud! Revui sucked in a breath and the wind whipped! He opened his eyes and they were like the greenlight of the north and glowing, diaphanous.
He roared and the wind became a gale that caught among the tops of the trees, snapping branches, furiously pounding down the mountainside - but also in his rage and confusion, Revui lost himself. The end of his roar, the fading of that rushing winter wind, spelled the dissolution of his form on this plane.
As stillness came back to the mountain, Fjall would be free of the specters will.
Standing on familiar ground made him bold. He found himself able to move like the wind when thoughts came to him: first to the place he felt the most pride as a brother; then where blood turned upon blood. This shifted Revui from pride to anger and to hurt. His form darkening from spectral mist to shadow.
Thinking of blood only reminded him that he had left unfinished business and as his feelings grew to rival the mountain that he now haunted, his shape became like an immense black cloud! Revui sucked in a breath and the wind whipped! He opened his eyes and they were like the greenlight of the north and glowing, diaphanous.
HYDRA! ARCTURUS!
He roared and the wind became a gale that caught among the tops of the trees, snapping branches, furiously pounding down the mountainside - but also in his rage and confusion, Revui lost himself. The end of his roar, the fading of that rushing winter wind, spelled the dissolution of his form on this plane.
KUKUTUX!
As stillness came back to the mountain, Fjall would be free of the specters will.