-------It was amazing how quickly the night rushes along at this time of year. It was December 21st, the city of Sovern was deep in winter and snow. At any other time of the year, this would be the afternoon. The golden and pink colors that peeked through the blankets of snow clouds gave a wonderful hue of color to the buildings all around him. Going through the shadows with his silent steps, none of the citizens on streets noticed the man with the white lie mutation move along. The only scar on the pale skin not caused by the mutation was the scar on his face that seemed just as red as the rest. He only stopped walking once he got to a part of the city that was empty, for the most part. His golden eyes looked to a certain building before finally leaving his haven within the shadows. Skull boots quietly moved against the snow covered ground, leaving a trail that the snow falling from the heavens would do away with soon enough. The man quietly walked in to a place he considered like a second home, The Eclipse Faction Hideout.
-------Lost Tears smiled a bit, going unnoticed for the most part until a large table appeared in the room. He was quick to fill it with a winter feast, foods of this worlds culture as well as from his own. Most of the food would look familiar. Some enchanted items were very useful, the magic allowing him to hide away a variety of large things inside of the item until he wanted to take it out. The appearance of the table and food obviously didn't go unnoticed, so finally the quiet man was spotted by the other members that were there at the time. Now drinks, did he pack any drinks? Just tea, but hot cocoa would have been more appropriate to bring. Ah! He brought out a pitcher of hot cyder, a few sticks of cinnamon floating around in it still. The man placed it on to the table, before giving the others in the room a smile. “Why don't we all have a nice winter celebration today?”
-------Sanctus was the first to excitedly rush off the old couch then over to the table. “Nice! Hey Lost, can you magic up more couches like you did the table?”
At those words, lost frowned a bit. Magic up? “I didn't magic up any of this, I have one magic item that I can use to place items inside. There's a limited amount of slots for items as large as tables. Why would I waste a perfectly good slot on a couch? Wooden chairs are my preference, which I have many of.” With that, Lost Tears started to take out chairs, then set them up around the table, along with plates, cups, and silverware. Each seat should be ready for a person to sit in.
“You can carry a table and chairs, but not couches?” The ghoul pressed on as he sat down before starting to fill a plate.. and a bowl.
“The chairs fill smaller slots. There's a lot more slots in my item for stuff that size. The smaller an item is, the more slots there are. It was created by a moon goddess that has been dead for quite a long time, a blessing; that means it's current rules can't be altered.. ah! Use a spoon for the bashi azhai Sanctus! You'll get sticky hands doing that...“ Lost Tears sighed a bit, the white lie had to remember that he was the only one there familiar with some foods. Instead of getting angry, the young looking man just let out a sigh. He decided to take out the teas, placing them on the table as well. He might as well explain the foods that were unfamiliar to them to better avoid another set of sticky fingers, even if Sanctus was using a napkin on his hands.
-------“Alright, as I'm sure some of you have guessed, not all the winter feast items I brought are things like glazed ham or gingerbread. Some of them are from my nature culture and my people died out before our world did. This means it's very unlikely that any of you would know what some of these items are, so I will explain them. This way you'll have a better idea of how to handle them.
-------The first thing, the orangery golden looking tiny balls? Those are called “Bashi Azhai”, and they are very sticky. They are sticky from being cooked with orange syrup, and golden wheat syrup. They have a hint of lemon flavor, but for the most part it has a sweet grain and orange taste.
-------The little flat green breads right there are called “Opphin Dotti”. They aren't sticky, but most of it's flavor comes from dried herbs, butter, and golden wheat. It's traditionally made for celebrating winter, so it fits right in with the foods theme.
-------The third item, the pale golden looking bread right there? That is called “Laikin”. It's a very special treat, only on holidays and birthdays should it ever be consumed. The bread may be fluffy looking, but it's actually very dense, in order to properly hold the heavy cream filling it has inside without becoming soggy or droopy.
-------The last item is called “Daph Mojif”. It's a type of dofu, a kind of bread made from golden wheat stock, water, and rice. This one uses water flavored by lavender and ginger tea. Their middles are then filled with a type of jam. We didn't have puddings back then, or chocolate. Some of them have a filling of lemon jam or cherry jam. Both jams have chunks from their whole fruit companions. There are some filled with chocolate mousse, and others filled with caramel. The ones with the fruit fillings are the ones without the powdered sugar on top.”
-------That took care of the food. Lost Tears smiled a bit, grabbing up a laikin. The table, food, and chairs being placed down hadn't woken up Hurleur. The white tiger mutant had slept right through it. One of her ears flicked a bit before uncurling her feline figure, then she got up. The first thing she did when getting to the table was scan the drinks. She poured herself some tea, pouting a bit. “No hot cocoa on a cold winter day?”
-------Was she complaining? One of his ears flicked a bit, a frown popping up on Lost Tears pale white face. He sat down with his full plate, then he filled his cup full of cyder. “It's my birthday, the day where others should be greeting me with a winter feast. Instead, I decided to do the generous thing on my birthday by bringing a winter feast here instead.” Hurleurs ears went down a bit as she mumbled a happy birthday. Now the white lie felt guilty, like he had just hit a small child in the face. He poked a ginger snap before grabbing it up. He just had to remind himself that they were all children, to have patience at all times. “It's alright, not like I said anything before.”
“Happy birthday Lost, why didn't you mention anything sooner?” Sanctus asked as he filled up his own plate. All the food smelled good, but he was most interested in trying the foods he hadn't before... It didn't stop him from getting some fresh fruit cake or sweet cherry pie though. Before that could be answered, Stray Canine answered the door. He was covered in enough snow for one to assume that he had been outside for a few hours. “Building a snowman's fun.”
-------“What about it is fun?” Lost decided to ask, golden eyes now on stray. The perfect distraction from the question! And this ginger snap tasted nice. Did he eat that while in the middle of eating the laikin on his plate? Well, the laikin wasn't just going to run off, baked goods didn't have legs. “Well,” Stray started, not yet aware of what he walked in on. “The body is great, running around all over to make the balls. The best part is finding all the other parts, like the arms and eyes. I gave him a nice scarf and pipe!”
-------A pale white smile formed on full lips, until he realized Sanctus was still waiting for his answer. Well, might as well answer it. “Why don't you come on up to the table Stray? Get that snow off, have something warm to eat or drink.” He said, waiting until the canine like unaril sat down before speaking up again. “To answer your question Sanctus, I was worried someone would have tried to get me something if I said anything sooner. I'm already overly attached to this city and members of our faction. It probably makes no sense to you though. You're quite young, and I have lived on and on for so many lifetimes. You don't know what I am, why I have wings or pointed ears. One of my pairs of wings aren't one of those fake item things for decoration, and neither trait is something in the white lie mutation. This scar... no matter how much I die , this scar will forever remain. I shouldn't let myself get so attached to all of you.”
-------Hurleur gave a wave to stray, her mood improved after Lost had forgiven her. She took a sip from her cup of tea before doing what every feline did sooner or later; she let her curiosity get the best of her. “Why shouldn't you let yourself get attached?” Meanwhile, Stray had shaken off the snow from outside. Despite how long he had been outside or how much snow had coated him, the brown haired male didn't look cold. “What's going on?” He looked the food over, not yet reaching for any of it. “What's the food for?”
“It's Losts birthday and he didn't tell us until now.” Hurleur pipped up. Sanctus finished filling up his plate and his bowl. “I always thought you were just a mutation of white lie, I have wings.” Lost Tears fought back the urge to slap his own forehead in frustration of such a comment. “Sanctus, you're a ghoul. Ghouls keep most traits from when they were alive. Or are you saying that you grew those big wings after you became one?”
-------“It's not my birthday.” Sanctus pointed out. The white lie frowned a bit. Well, there was one question that was going unanswered. Before he could comment again though, Stray pipped up a bit. “He had the ears, scar, and white skin before he became a white lie.”
“Stray's right... Ah, Stray, you can have some food if you want.” Lost spoke up before taking more bites from his laikin. “So those traits are not from a mutation in my... mutation.” He quickly shoved the last bite of his pastry in to his mouth.
-------“Alright, well what did you mean when you said you've died before?” Sanctus asked before starting to eat. His plate was full. “It's exactly how it sounds.” The golden eyed male spoke. “I have died many times, lived many times. In this lifetime I've lived a few hundred years so far, not a long time. There are many kinds of souls. Those souls can be more or less put in to three different categories: mortal, immortal, and awoken. Mortal is the type we are all familiar with, it's the most common. You live a certain amount of time, then die. An immortal could be an undead, a god, a guardian, or a blessed of sorts. These are people who don't physically age, so it's very rare for them to die of any sort of natural causes.
-------An awoken soul could be a mortal or immortal, it doesn't matter. What matters is that after they die, they are born again. They could be born as a person with a mortal or immortal soul, that wont matter. What changes is when they awaken. To awaken is to retain or regain the memories of other lifetimes you have had. Once you gain all of those memories, your soul fits in to the awoken group. In this category, the soul remains the same species it was in your first life. The body remains the species it was born as, but retains traits from the original lifetime. After the awakening process, you always retain your memories. Because of what I am though, I was born as an awoken in my very first life.” He drew in a long breath before letting it out. After, Lost Tears wings popped up behind his back. They were small, but strong enough to carry the short man if he ever so decided to use them.
-------“Does anyone want to hear a story?” Maybe if he just told them it, nobody would be curious anymore.
“But you never answered my question.” Hurleur pipped up, causing Lost Tears to reach over then pet her on the head a bit. She really was like a curious little child, wasn't she? Too much energy in that little tiger girl. “I'm not powerful, but what I am can be used to do powerful and dangerous things. To let someone know what I am is to trust them with my life essence. The story will explain it better.”
-------“I wanna hear a story!” Sanctus spoke up, seeming to be paying as much attention to the white lie as he was to all the food. “Birthday? Oh, cool. “ Stray had started to put some of the meaty foods on his plate: a bread filled with beef and a garlic based sauce, honey glazed ham, goose with a sauce with chives and ginger, lamb with a cranberry sauce, and other foods along the table. “I always like a good story.”
-------“Alright, a story is what you get then.” The golden eyed short male spoke before giving a little smile. “Lets start from the beginning. Long long before earth or its son was born, there was a different land at an unknown location. Why is it unknown? Star maps are pointless to attempt to collect over multiple lifetimes when you don't know where or when you will be born next. Stars change, locations change, trying just became too disorienting.” Was he getting off topic? Yes he was.
-------“Anyway, this story begins in that land. That land was very old by the time I was born in to it. If it had any gods, elementals, or sacred being of great power at any point, they hadn't been on that land anymore. There were only two people left on that dying world; the people of he sun and the people of the moon. The people of the sun called themselves humans. At some point they had shown a grateful attitude towards nature, but then started wanting more power. They consumed different lands and all that came with it. Trust me when I say that the humans on this planet are generally a lot better as a whole.
-------The people of the moon had pointed ears for better hearing at night and claws for hunting food. Their skin tones varied from white to black, though some white skinned ended up with skin that tanned to a pale yellow, gold, or silver hue. Their eyes came in blues, silvers, golden, and white. Their hair came in blues, golds, silvers, and white. I was born as a halfblood, what my father was none spoke of. All that was ever mentioned of him was that he used to be a good person, that he wasn't from our world. One day he killed children of the sun and children of the moon for the purpose of preforming a ritual spell. That spell needed an unwilling woman to be taken, that was my mother.
-------I had features other children there didn't have, like black hair and strange wings. The whites of my eyes being black also wasn't natural for our people to have. Sometimes I would become happy, but when I did my hair became silver. The silver color reminded my mother of him, my birth father. Sometimes she would be a good mother, but other times she would see too much of him in me. Everyone avoided speaking of him so I had no idea what I was even doing that reminded others of him, or if others besides my mother were reminded of him wen they looked at me. Sometimes stares I would get from people made me think that they were looking at a dirty thing that didn't belong. Only my teacher believed in me and treated me as my own person.
-------He didn't see me as my blood fathers child; because I never met my blood father. Eventually, my teacher and my mother started to date. When I was twelve, they got married. By then my mother had healed a considerable amount. My teacher had healed me and my mother, he taught me all my morals that I still hold. He told me that I had worth. I believed him enough to grow in to a skilled and intelligent person that had earned the respect of the village. On the night I became a man, the three spirits of our three moons visited our town.
-------The largest moon was colored silver, gold, and white. The middle sized moon was colored different hues of blue and seemed to ripple in color, as if consumed by an ocean. The smallest moon was black, silver, and grey. Each moon spirit had colors like their moon bodies and clothing of great elegance. It wasn't normal that they visited for someones birthday. When they did visit, it was for a certain moon phase or a festival. When they visited, it was to speak to our people, their priests, or bestow blessings.
-------That night they came to personally welcome me in to adulthood. First, they told me if I would rut or go in to heat. Next they told me what moon phase I would become active on. What either of those are I will never ever share with any of you because my sex life is as private as it is non existent.” It was the full moon and he went in to heat. He would never tell any of them! He took a sip of some of the cyder from his cup, then another, then another. Damn, it was already half way empty? This was the part that made him most nervous to share.
-------“Then they said what I was and how I came to be.” That was when his eyes looked away from everyone at the table and down towards his plate. He said he would tell them, right? “My hair changes color because my fathers had. When I'm deathly ill, my hair becomes white. When I'm happy, it becomes silver, when I feel bad it goes black, then it goes white when I don't feel a anything at all. His hair colors were different shades of golds, not greys like mine. I'm a shard of time, Lost Tears. My mother felt too hurt to care for me the first few months of my life, so it was those moon spirits who had done so in her place, who had named me.
-------Lost Tears refers to the past. Anything that is lost or hidden becomes the most active parts of the past. The memories or pieces of past most often hidden are events that caused great sorrow or pain. The tears from those events cause people to want the events to become lost and forgotten. As a shard of time, I can only get so strong and so fast. My level of speed I currently have is increased by my level of skill and my knowledge of energy and form. Time travel would be an impossible power of mine for a good reason, I'm the past. If I go backwards, it would be like moving through my own internal organs. The past is the only part of time I am... so of course that means I cannot travel to he future or see in to the future.
-------I can see and feel in to the past though, experience the past as if I were living through it myself. It was hard to tell those visions and my own memories apart at first, but over time it became easier and easier. The visions never get easier to experience, they still contain other peoples emotions, thoughts, and senses. It is still a painful, draining, and invasive process. But, these visions can help me find other people or things and try to unwind paths until it's not lost. It doesn't always work, but it's rewarding when it does. Being a shard of time, Being Lost Tears is a responsibility and burden with little reward.
-------It's what I am, so it can't be changed. My father had wanted to create a time shard to use their blood as a medium. If it were not for my mother, he would have killed me after I was born for my blood. If he had done that, my soul would have been too young to be born again and would have ceased to exist. To help me survive those who would seek to use my blood as a medium, each of the three moons gave me a blessing. I gave them some of my blood so that they could tie the items to my soul. This just means I'm able to summon them.
-------The first one is a black necklace that I can store items in. The second Item is a blessed scythe. The third item is a book. This book can look like any book it touches that lacks magical properties and use that books words as a disguise. The book will only show the words I write on to it if I tell it so, or hide them if I tell I so. I normally make mine look like the copy of the winters tomb I own. Skipping how I die, that's the first story... Unless any of you actually want to hear how I die. So, what do you all think of me now that you know what I am? Will you remain my comrades? Betray me and take my blood? What will you do?”
-------Stray was the only one that didn't seem to need time to process the flood of information that had come with the story. “I'm not interested in blood, it doesn't taste good.” He commented before grabbing up a piece of fried chicken. “The soul linking sounds pretty useful though.” Lost Tears hair changed from black to a silver color. What a friend, to say such things. Soul linking sounded useful? “It's amazingly useful, but the only people I knew that could do it were those moons spirits. They've been dead for a long time. I don't know anyone alive that could do it. It's a spell that pulls it off though, so anyone who knows blood magic should theoretically be able to learn how to do it. Maybe it was a moon thing though? Not sure.” Who could he ask now though? Certainly not the dead. All that could be done now was wonder then move on.
-------Sanctus came out of the daze processing everything had put him in. He raised up a fork full of bread pudding, the ghoul smiling with confidence. Maybe he was actually smiling about the food? “Of course we're comrades! Who else would feed everyone good food?” Down the hatch went the pudding, the ghoul was really enjoying himself. “It wouldn't be the same without you around.” Down went more pudding down his mouth. Just how much room was in Sanctus' stomach? At this point, the white lie slid his body a bit down, his two hands trying their best to cover up the color flushing up in his face.
-------The darkly covered tiger mutant reached over at that point, thumping him on the head. “Duh, you're my friend.” That earned a dark look from Losts golden eyes. He started to uncurl himself, his hair going back to its ink black coloration. The man had to remind himself that she was still young and naive. He gave a bit of a dry laugh before reaching over then petting her on the head. “Even the best of friends or the closest of family can falter in the face of a possible reward. My father was willing to go from a hero to a mass murderer and rapist for it. This blood that he used in order to reverse his bodies time to a point when it wasn't cursed with sickness by a bad mage that knew how to hold a grudge. As a sickened person, the curse caused him daily suffering and pain. I know what you mean child, I'm just encouraging you to be specific with your words.”
-------“I thought you never met him.” Hurleur spoke up, giving a huff,That's what he said before! "and I'm not a child!" she added. “Correction, I never met him in my first life. I never knew the man he was before he did what he had, the 'hero'.” Lost spoke, before giving a little grin to Hurleur. "Being a teenager doesn't count as an adult." She frowned at the older mans comment. "Cats are faster, I'm a tiger and a lady." He couldn't help it, he had to pat that adorably childish teen on the head again. "Those with mutations age at an equal rate as other Soverns, or slower. In the case of Ghouls, there's no aging at all." It was so hard to resist, but he did so by serving himself a piece of Christmas cake. "That means you're still not old enough to be a lady yet."
------- Stray gave a bemused look, thinking about the soul bond. “Why the confused look?” The golden eyed man asked before devoured a strawberry with some whipped cream and cake on it. “I don't know anything about blood or moon magic.” He answered in response before pouring himself some cyder. “Well, “Lost began as he poked the remainder of his slice of cake. “What kinds of magics do you know about?” The canine like man finished pouring, picking up his glass. “Elemental types.” That would make explaining them easier! The white skinned male was glad. “Blood magic is a mix of earth and water. People are of the earth and water is what makes most of the blood. Each persons blood is like a unique finger print. This is also why a lot of spells used to affect a person requires a bit of the persons blood. You could mix water and earth magic to make blood, but it would only be useful for spells that require blood that isn't from a specific person. The power a moon has depends on that planets moon or moons, so each moons magical properties are different. Some have light magic type magic, holy, or elemental. Some have a magic that's a mix of different elements.
-------The largest moon of my home planet had a healing holy type of magic, she was the one who gave me this necklace. Though her death turned it black, it still holds her holy magic.” He dug under his shirt, pulling up a black necklace with a large black heart that dangled on it's strong black chain. Gold eyes lingered on it before putting it away. “Our middle moon had water magic, he was the one who gave me the book. It also turned black after he died but still holds his power.” With that, his 'Winter Tomb' appeared in his free hand. For a moment, he let the illusion the book put up fall. The cover was a jet black. With it shown off, he put the book back away in to the necklace. “The smallest moon had a mix of love and blood magic. She gave my the blessed scythe, only her color was always black. It was likely for this reason that the weapons color didn't change after she died.” He took out his rusted scarecrow scythe. “This is how it normally looks. It doesn't look or feel like a good weapon.” He smiled a bit, the well aged looking weapon changing to a sleek and black appearance. “It's true form appears only after it's fed blood or energy. It will keep this form for a time. If it's not fed again, then it will revert back after a few minuets.” With that said, the scythe vanished back in to the necklace. Now that he was done showing off, Lost Tears put the necklace back under his shirt. “Interesting.” Stray commented before his attention strayed. He put his glass down before starting to poke a certain ghoul.
------- “What made your dad hero-ish Lost?” Sanctus asked, before getting a bit agitated. Strays poking was getting on his nerves, so he started poking them back. Lost Let out a sigh before leaning his head down. Of course that didn't stop the war of poking that was starting to erupt from the two guys that were more the likely just hyper from eating a lot of food. “I'm not sure what he did at my homeland that made him a hero, nobody ever said what he had done. I heard a few things about him when I searched for him for a few lifetimes. Aurbury Swallow was said to be able to get sword enemy countries or tribes to come to peace, to have done so a few times at least. He was good at getting people to think peacefully and to start thinking things over. Very little of what I heard was him getting physical about anything and for good reason. The symptoms the illness that was cursed on to him were sweating, low energy, fever, dizziness, hallucinations, and vomiting. I learned more about him, but that was only after I found him.. and will you two stop poking each other? Act a bit more like adults!”
-------"But he started it!" Sanctus spoke, the poking soon getting in to something a bit more. It was still harmless, but it was escalating pretty fast. In "Who's Aurbury Swallow?" Before the white lie could respond, Stray did instead. "Hid dad." Two two were soon making the table shake a bit, sanctus tackling stray to the ground. In the middle of their little mess, Hurleurs tail was smashed. She was upset enough to almost leap out of her chair to join in things; before she could, Lost Tears picked her up, then started walking towards the front door. She responded by yelling and putting up a fuss."Wha- Hey! Put me down!!" What was worse, getting treated like a kid or getting her tail hit? At the moment the tail was forgotten, only being treated like a kid was on the girls mind. He put her down once he got to the door. The golden eyed male opened it up, keeping it open with a foot so he could make snowballs. With some aim... Sanctus and Stray were hit with the icy spheres until both of them stopped fighting. Leaning against the door a bit, he took in a deep breath, slowly letting it in then out. "Alright you two, lets all play nice, okay? Nice. If you play nice, I will l let any of you ask me some more questions... And Sancctus, Aurbury Swallow is my birth fathers name." Letting go of the door, the white lie started over towards the table.
-------Grim stood up from where he had been sitting behind the couch, putting away the paper work he had been up to previously. "I'm done with the soul audit report, so I can join everyone. Happy Birthday Lost." He stretched a little bit before walking over to the table then taking a seat. A long day of reaper and grunt work had left the man tired. It seemed like everyone was getting back in to their seats, which was a good thing. Stray was the first one to ask something, likely because he was already full. "How did the three moons raise you?" Lost blinked for a moment. That was actually a good question, it sort of surprised him that anyone thought about it. Maybe it was because Stray didn't understand moon magic? "That's a pretty valid question. Their humanoid forms stayed on the planet for the few months that my mother was too mentally and emotionally hurt to care for me..." He paused for a moment, biting his lip. He knew it was his father that had broken her, but it still hurt knowing his own existence had been born through such cruel means. "They each fed me with their milk, if it was food you were wondering about." Well, he should probably speak up. Such things like your first few months if existence being fed by three different moons certainly had an effect on him...
But he really hated having too much attention drawn to him.
-------"If I eat a soul, soul energy, or an offering, my energy will spike up for a time. During that time, my hair is pale blond, eyes a pale blue, and a star mark appears over the scar on my cheek. I like to pretend this doesn't exist... because while my physical capabilities are better in that form, its still a temporary one, and I glow. All my fighting skills are built around me being a nocturnal creature that's hard to notice; glowing is very easy to notice. Also, when I change back it leaves me feeling completely wiped out. Now, lets all forget that was ever mentioned and that my mentally destroyed mom was capable of raising me that whole lifetime of mine." He also changed to it if he didn't take his medicine that kept his heat in check but that was not something worth mentioning, ever. It wasn't dishonest not mentioning it, just not in to talking about his sex life. "Who wants to know how I got this scar on my face? It's from my father."
-------"Why and how did you get the scar?" Sanctus asked, not wanting someone to beat him to another question. Looking at stray though, it seemed like he was too busy sulking.After giving his body a good shake, he had begun to realize that the now melting snow had begun to soak in to his clothes and there was no way to avoid it. Well, that must have meant he won the poke war! But being a gracious winner, sort of, the ghoul grabbed the coat off of Stray. Flopping it in to an empty chair, then went for the scarf. Putting it on to the same chair as the coat, as least now the sulking eclipse member would dry off faster. In the end, he mainly did this so the white lie wouldn't get distracted from the story telling. The ghoul loved a good story. Meanwhile, Grim had calmed himself after serving himself some food and mumbling about unaccounted souls. They had given him longer working hours, why couldn't all dead souls just stay still? Talking about scars... "What do you mean that the scar's from your father?" It was one of the things he was curious about, any other questions could wait until after the story.
"What do souls taste like?"
-------Of course, some people were too curious to recognize when a story was about to start. Was this a cat thing? Hurler wanted to ask things until she was satisfied. Grim Reaper mentally shrugged, might as well ask now then. "Would the state of the souls purity have an affect on you?" Lost blinked a bit, thinking on what to answer first. It looked like Stray was staring at his cider so at least he wasn't adding to the questions at the moment. Still, his sulking was almost like a sad wet dog. "A souls taste depend on their purity and personality. As Grim already knows, each action a person makes either makes a soul more pure, or taints it. This taint is something you shouldn't touch! The lighter form of it is just negativity, but the darker form of it is evil. Negativity can make others see or hear what isn't there, or remember things that never happened. Evil... well it burns like a burny burny acid. If you have a natural immunity to it or have built an immunity to it then it will just poison you. So long as you take an antidote, you wont die! Just be sick for awhile.
-------Only people with evil or a lot of negative energy on their soul can touch evil with their flesh or be in it's physical presence without becoming sick to some degree. Even a holy being, when exposed to it long term, will become sick and poisoned. There's a third sort of taint called chaos. While it's not caused by your own actions, but by insanity or traumatic events that test your minds limits on how much it can take. Negative energy and positive energy can both feed chaos. It's only certain plants that have the properties to cleanse away that sort of energy. Chaos is so dangerous because it's unpredictable; the unpredictable has no true goal and destroys without hesitation. Evil is different then chaos in that it still allows you to think. Evil doesn't necessarily mean that the persons goal is to destroy everything. This makes a chaotic soul far more worrisome then an evil one. That being said, my mothers people, while they didn't name their kind... Were guardians of nature. Our job as part of nature was to nurture life and remove anything that threatened the cycle of life and death in the area.
-------The cycle of life and death exists everywhere that life thrives. That cycle allows growth, change, evolution, and a natural order to form. Because of this, my mothers people have stomachs that can handle what their skin can't... but swallowing over your limit could still kill you. Those with little taint to their souls don't pull my hunger. If I'm weak or starving and there's an evil enough soul around though.. I'll feel compelled to eat it. I'm also compelled to eat souls consumed by chaos, but even my mothers people don't have a full defense against that, and I'm only a half blood. It acts like a slow moving acid in my system if I try to eat a soul like that. Even with the right medicine, I will be in pain even a little after the soul is fully digested. If I had to give my mothers people a name, I suppose it would be some ancient and extinct alien version of Vaeins. But yeah, how a soul tastes depends on the individual. Each soul has a unique flavor to it... So if it even tastes good or bad, even the texture depends fully on the soul itself." Hurleur seemed satisfied with the answer, despite feeling upset over being a bit wet from stray shaking himself. It had just started to soak in to her fur and she hated water! "How did you get the scar? Can I touch it?"
-------That came out of Lost Tears mouth faster then he would have liked. Still, it had to be said. "I don't really like being touched. If you wear a glove while you touch it though, then you can. But yeah, gloves. Anyway, it sounds like I should get on with the story of how my dad gave me this lovely scar that will remain eternally on my face."
-------He paused, taking a deep breath in before starting on with the story. "After my first life, I spent all the time I could trying to find my father. All I ever head of him, if anything at all, that he was a hero. The way they spoke about him reminded me too much of the bitterness people had on their faces when thinking of him at my home planet. It felt like they had been disillusioned and had their face hit hard by realities stone wall. Yes, it was like every person I met who spoke of him was in such awe that there was no way they really knew if he was even doing good or bad. They were disillusioned, charmed. This made everything they said about him useless and more then likely false. I don't know the sort of person my father is but... I just can't trust him. I can't trust someone that I wouldn't be able tell truth or lies from, or wind hearts over so easily. Even if he turns out to be a good person doing good things, I feel he needs to be destroyed as soon as anyone finds him. He needs to die..." The male took a breather, eating away the rest of what was on his plate. Did he sound like a bad person? Perhaps, but that was fine. He would rather be honest then tell lies or try to charm anyone.
-------"It was only after I stopped looking for him that I ended up finding Aurbury Swallow. He had his group of blind followers restrain me, have me tied. His hair was white, meaning he was still sickly at the time. He apologized before cutting out one of my eyes, saying he never wanted me dead, that i had been lied to... But that was the moment I stopped seeking answers from him. If he would lie about that while doing something he knew would kill me, then how could I ever trust anything that comes out of his mouth? He admitted he knew what he was doing would kill me, but it seemed of no consequence to him, since I would be born again. He used the eye he cut out of my socket as a medium to reverse his bodies time to before he was cursed with illness by someone. So much time had passed from then to now that it taxed me to near death... but that's not what killed me. I would have lived if he didn't keep me tied up. He purposely left me to slowly die... because when you try to trap a shard of time, they will eventually die. It was either that or the blood loss, but I died after half of a day passed. During that time, he sung, tried to charm me with his words...
-------I wont lie and say I wasn't affected to some degree at some point. Even know, I don't know if hes actually a good man or a bad one. I don't know if killing him would be good or bad, only that it must be done... Also, that when he used me as a medium, for a few moments I saw through him where he came from. It was a beautiful peaceful looking land of light. The people are winged like him, golden hair... I don't know anything of them but that momentary glimpse. That was a terrible painful way to die, it felt like my body was slowly numbing and hazing from blood loss.. My muscles tightened and loosened again and again, making the bleeding worse. Being trapped like that, it felt like a sharp pain was building from my eye socket, threatening to tear me apart... After that I died. This scar remained me in every lifetime of mine since then."
-------Stray frowned, pouring himself some more cyder. "You have the nicest dad ever, he should get an award." Stray spoke, each word dripping with sarcasm. Yeah, he would give the man an 'award' alright. Nobody does that to a friend of his then never get in any trouble for it. Any sulking he was doing though was from him still being a bit upset over the snow. If only he could get dry sooner, why don't they have a fireplace or heater in the hideout? "Grim, how did you miss Losts soul the first few times he died?" Sanctus commented with a grin, Lost quirking an eyebrow over towards the ghoul. "You need to have your soul reaped before you can be born again, unless you want to go against the laws of nature." At this point, the white lie felt full of food, he couldn't eat a bite more. Grim still answered Sanctus though, since the guy had spoken right to him. "I'm a young reaper in comparison to someone ancient like him." How could he have been Losts reaper when the golden eyed male was so much older then him? He couldn't, the world didn't work that way.
"So, How does it feel to be reborn?"
Sanctus wasn't swayed by anything said since he still got the answer he wanted. Lost Tears stared at the undead eclipse member for a moment, letting it sink in that this was an actual question that was asked. Yes, he was a weirdo in a faction of weirdos, it was part of what made this place so great, right? "It doesn't feel like anything. I only stay dead around an hour. After that, I pop up in a time and place with a new adult body. How it looks depends on the lifetime. This body is the first in a long time that's looked and felt so much like the real me. I think what triggered that was the white lie mutation..." This was also why he would never remove it. For the first time since his first life, he felt like he was in his own body. His eyes drifted, staring at the youngest at the table. Hurleur seemed to be distracting herself with some laikin. Food was a good way to distract herself from getting touchy, of course how clear her emotions were made by body language just made Lost feel guilty. He didn't like making kids sad, especially not nice ones. Being a tiger, she looked over at the golden eyes that seemed so focused on her, the flat buttery herbal bread still in her grasp. "... My soul would likely taste like gummy worms." That... that was random enough to confuse the hell out of him. Did she really just say that? yes she did.
-------"Okay." He slipped back on his gloves, it was time to cheer her back up. He wouldn't let her touch any of his bare skin, but hugs didn't require that. Leaning over towards Hurleur, the 5'2 individual gave her a nice hug. This caused her to drop the bread then latch on and start nuzzling his face. This was a good reminder that cats were bad with personal space. She had behaved well up until this point, one where he had accidentally provoked her. Red color started to creep over Losts pale white cheeks. It was too much to let all this touching keep going, but he didn't want her looking dejected again. Hurleur paused, giving the man a concerned look. She didn't understand the shyness at all. "Are you alright? Do you have a fever?" He grabbed her hand before it could touch his forehead. Nope, no forehead touching, that's too much bare skin contact. "I'm fine, just not really in to skin to skin contact. The only time I don't mind it is during fighting and sparring... though maybe if I had a love interest, but that's a big maybe since I've never had a boyfriend in all my lifetimes." He pet her on the head a bit before getting back in his chair, giving enough space to avoid further physical contact. "So..." Grim started, having a few little sticky bashi azhai balls stabbed through with a butter knife. "What do you plan on doing now? " He ate one of the sticky sweets off the utensil.
-------"Hm..." The white lie thought for a moment before looking towards the door that lead to outside. "Why don't we all go to my garden and cafe in the secret hideout area? It has a fireplace and more drink options. After everyones warmed up, it would be nice to go out for awhile... Or take out some bean bag beds and rest inside, like a big sleep over. It would be nice to go outside though. With how heavy it's snowing, if I ate up an offering the glowing wouldn't stand out much. So long as I don't get in to a battle, that form wont tire me out. An offering is basically a gift from an individual willingly given away... So the offering would need to be edible. Who wants to go?" He got up, leaving the table where it was. He could always retrieve everything later, it wasn't like he was planning on saving the food.
-------It was a familiar place to all of them, but Stray still liked the garden. He liked the idea of looking it over while drying off near a fire. "Sure." He got up. Sanctus got up as well. "Sounds fun." Lost would have asked if the ghoul was cold in all that melted snow but... the guy hadn't seemed bothered by it at any point. Ghouls are so weird. Grim got up, eating the last of the bashi azhai that had been on his butter knife. "Yea, lets go." Hurleur got up last, looking at Lost nervously. Why was that teenager looking at him that way? "You wont tell Solvok, right?"
Tell him...? "About what, the touching?" Ahh, had she touched their poor leader before?
"Yes! I don't wanna get in any trouble." It all clicked, their leader had gotten upset at her previously for being over touchy with him a bit much. He wouldn't tell but might as well get something out of this. "Would you give me something small and edible? Oh, must speak very clear language that you're giving it to me and it has to be from you. If you don't do it that way, then it wont count as an offering." She reached in to one of her pockets, pulling out a piece of beef jerky. She reached over, handing it to the white lie."This jerky is for you Lost Tears, you wont tell him now?"
-------He grasped it in his hand, giving a smile. "Thank you Hurleur, I was never going to tell on you." The white tiger girls fur ruffled up before she left for losts cafe. Everyone else but her and lost was already heading out the door, she didn't want to be left behind! The white lie stayed behind a moment longer, giving grin before following along at a slow and calm walking pace. He didn't stop until the ground was covered in smooth black stones to make a patio area with tables connected to the ground and chairs that were chained to the table. A lush garden surrounded him, most items in it not looking from the planet. Flowers with seeds and pollen that gave a glow, roses that appeared to be made of crystal, and other unusual plants. It seemed a bush with pale ice blue colored berries was quite ripe and ready for picking. He slipped the jerky in to his mouth, chewing it a bit before giving it a swallow. His hair hanged to a pale golden blond color, a color it would remain until the extra energy faded out of his system. A star mark appeared over the scar on his cheek, covering the majority of the mark with its colors. The black in his eyes changed to white, his golden iris fading to a light cyan blue. His eyes now had more of a slender look to them, thick eyelashes now more plain.
-------This form was mostly what he would have looked like if he wasn't a literal chunk of time, the past, Lost Tears. The wings he normally had only existed because he was Lost Tears, this form had long vaein wings. These wings looked quite long, the bottom of them being long enough to almost be touching the ground. The only part that wasn't genetic was the star mark on his cheek, that said who breast fed him had been a celestial being. It said that milk was why this form existed, for anyone who knew how to spot that. A reminder that he wasn't full blooded was those ears of his, far longer than any of his mothers people. Though... His father had short pointed ears, even if his fathers people had long pointed ears.
"Is my father not a pure blood of his people?" He wouldn't find out though, would he? This wasn't a question meant to be answered.
-------"You can have his blood tested after kill him." Stray commented, looking from the plants he had been looking at before. It seemed everyone had been waiting for Lost to catch up with them before going inside. "Nice look Lost, the whole glowing thing sorta suits you." This comment was from Sanctus, who was now giving a grin. "Okay okay, lets all go inside!" Lost spoke excitedly, mainly to try to hush any possible further comments. His face was flushed from the compliment. "Thank you Stray, that would mean a lot to me. If I had his blood then I could find out what he is..." Grim walked over to the entrance door, opening it. "That look really suits you Lost." With that, he was the first one to go inside. The white lie wanted to yell at him for complimenting him, but instead he just mumbled under his breath. The flushed face figure went inside, Hurleur following soon after, along with everything else. The group had fun inside until they eventually all fell asleep, one by one. By the time they were all asleep, it was only a little until the beginning of sunrise.