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Fantasy The Last Rains of a Glorious Day

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There never seemed to be any shortage of them. Every passing day there appeared more and more, worshipers of a god so self conscious, so narcissist, so jealous that they would partake in urging their followers into a never ending purge against any who dare not worship them. How dare any mortal potentially be chosen by another god first. Any 'lesser' god that is left to scramble for any follower they can claim, lest they lose all strength as their followers are slaughtered by the greediest of gods.

Entire nations had been filled with followers of Belgoth, a god whose followers portray her as a goddess, as the image of beauty itself. Little would any of them know that she is a primordial being whose very shape bleeds physical beauty in the most grotesque and exaggerated ways; from innumerable breasts, vaginas, penii, glowing white teeth and the multitude of mouths to house them, hair of both absurd and also miniscule quantities. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and Belgoth's followers are blinded in their faith.

His own patron was one of the many primordial gods that hadn't woken immediately with the rapid growth of humanity and other species of their ilk. She was the patron god of music and all things sounds. A god that held a certain bitterness for her twin, the aforementioned god of beauty and vision. These twin gods were near polar opposites, born of the same time but acting entirely separately. His god had only just given him her name, Musai, after nearly a decade under her curse. She had been so jealous upon her awake from slumber that her first contracted order for her followers was to abhor their own sight. She would bless them with heightened senses all around, but the act of visual stimuli would bring the curse-bearer great discomfort until they would inevitably remove their ability to receive such stimuli.

Musai, in her utter hatred for her sibling, would physically aid the growth of new visual organs upon the bodies of her disciples. Each eye operated properly, defying their physical bodies and connecting properly to the brain. The discomfort from these organs was still present in every way, however Musai would use this as an opportunity to test her followers. Those willing to completely destroy these eyes would be gifted with a power from the hole left from the new wound. Each one resembled a mouth, Musai's favorite part of humanity's physical appearance(However, due to her own lack of human understanding, these mouths were only crude replicas of humanity's own), and could produce sound on their own, regardless of position to vocal cords.

Each new vocal orifice could be used a few times before tiring out and closing for a time(Dependent on chance, could be minutes, hours, days, weeks, years.). When it opened, again, there would be a new eye for the user to destroy, a never ending process of testing and torture for those who wished to use her gifts.

Today was another day of inquisition by Belgoth's followers, crowds of people gathered into small rooms and methodically examined and questioned. He surely stuck out like a sore thumb. His black hair, greyed at such a young age, had just gotten long enough to partially cover the top half of his face if he leaned his head down. It made things easier when they couldn't immediately see the bandages wrapped around his head. Managing to curl up on the back wall of this shed filled with over a dozen people, a cacophony of voices whispering their concerns and prayers to be allowed mercy; that the followers of Belgoth would not seek to make an example or a sacrifice in her honor...
 
A Belgoth cultist pushed in two more people into the room: an old man with trembling legs that resembled a wrinkled branch, and a steadier person in comparison, shrouded by a gray cloak. The latter, a traveler, had stopped by the unassuming little settlement by whim, thinking that it would be nice to get a bit of warm food and settle for a good night's sleep before continuing the journey. Just bad luck, the place was infested by those zealots.

The old man shot the traveler a wary look before wobbling over to his acquaintances. Shrugging, she retreated to the back of the room, where the light of the single torch at the other side of the wall had more difficulty to reach. Surprisingly, someone else was already squatting down there.

The hood of the cloak was taken down, revealing long, curly hair in shades of copper, neatly framing a soft-looking face with bright eyes of dark blue. She plopped down beside the other person without waiting for his consent, leaning her back lazily on the wall. The cultist assigned in this little shed was still busy eyeing the person in front of him from top to bottom, looking for some sign of corruption by other vile Gods. The villager being scrutinized grimaced while shutting his eyes tight.

She turned her gaze toward the person curled up at her side, leaning her face, tanned by the bright summer sun and caked with dust, trying to take a closer look beyond the bush of greyed hair that was covering this stranger's face.

"You good?" Tickled with curiosity, she lightly poked at his arm with a finger.
 
The Belgoth follower in the building had been checking every person closely, if it wasn't winter they would have likely asked each person to strip had they not recognized most of the villagers here. He felt truly out of place, with the back of the room, he had hoped he could formulate at least some sort of plan to get out of this. No Belgoth worshiper would simply avoid body searching a person with their eyes covered. Meanwhile, his mind was being bombarded with emotions he knew were not his own. A burning hatred bubbled at his heart the longer he was in the presence of his patron twin's curse.

The smattering of murmurs had halted for all but a second, the door to the shed opening to sort more people in. Of course he couldn't see any of them, but the sound of open space, the dip in temperature and pressure in the room. He gritted his teeth, having nearly jumped from his skin as he feared it was more to help with the examination process. One wandered off and sat close to another... the other went straight towards him. The hair on his neck stood up on end, his nerves on high alert as he struggled to keep his cool. Musai couldn't maintain much patience when her sister's essence surrounded them so closely. When he felt his clothes shift, his eye-sockets widened under the bandage as he unconsciously reached a hand up towards this person's face. He paused before his hand could leave the radius of his personal space, having heard their question. A gentle inquiry, his hand closing into a fist and quickly returning to his side he would nod slowly. He could still feel the hole in his palm practically humming...

He wondered if this stranger would have felt the lack of physical resistance upon their jab on his arm, a hole in his flesh where a false eye had been just so happened to be under the spot she chose. He only prayed she hadn't noticed this and simply assumed his clothes were too dense to feel his arm.

"I'm... fine.." He'd speak in a hoarse, whisper, his throat dry and lacking in much practice speaking as of late. "Are you.... with the search party?" He'd ask his own question hand still clenched tight, anticipation of her reply and all the while the examiner grew closer.
 
Hmm? That felt weird to the touch... she wanted to poke at him again, but the stranger had reacted, his hand seemingly wanting to get personal with her, so she leaned back by reflex, only to halt her sway when she noticed the bandage partially covered under his bangs.

Oh. No wonder he reacted like that. This person was blind.

The traveler's mind quickly made up an entire fictional history of this barely-acquaintance of hers. Losing his eyesight, with no other way to live in this harsh, unforgiving world, he had to rely on others' pity. While the villagers could rejoice under the light of the warm summer sun, he alone scuttled into a gloomy corner, curled up in his own dark world...

"It's been hard on you," She patted his shoulder with a sudden sense of comradeship. A bumbling errant was no better, but at least she could still see. She should count her blessings and extend a spoonful of sympathy toward those in need--

"Search party?" She stole a glance at the cultists. "Me? Hah."

She almost laughed out loud. Thankfully, she managed to catch herself on time. The cultist at the front eyed them with a frown, but quickly got back to his questioning afterward. Seeing that the coast was clear once again, the traveler leaned closer to the blind man until her lips were close to his ears.

"I have nothing to do with those Belgoth crazies. I just want to stay in the village for the night, but look, I got involved in this bullshit," she whispered, feeling a bit better now that she had someone to pour out her complaints. She took another look at the bandage and shook her head slightly. "You have no eyes to see, I don't think they'll like you. Good luck, friend. You'll have to work hard to appease those bastards."
 
Another jolt slithered up his spin as he felt a hand on his shoulder, a voice filled with pity. He had gotten so used to it, but it never seemed to feel any less belittling. Little did she know he could likely sense his environment better than any person in the room. The bubble in her chest as she stiffled the laugh, he didn't need to see her face to know she was fighting the urge to make a scene. His focus drew towards her but soon he regretted this. She invaded his personal space, something few people were willing to do in this kingdom. Her movement delicately changed the pressure around him, moved and warmed the air. Her hair shifted, her mouth moving, her eyes blinking, her heart beating... it was all so clear, especially when she got close. He didn't like this, an overload of the senses, only worsened as she whispered directly into his ear.

He held his breath, slightly shaking as she spoke what he only knew so well. Today was no day for appeasing, there was nothing he could do today to avoid the patrol. When she finished her words, he finally let his breath out. He shook his head slowly, keeping it low before slowly lifting it and letting it hang back. "When they search me...." He'd whisper back to her, that rasp in his voice rattled in his chest. "...cover your ears, as tightly as you can." this was his only warning, part of the reason he had tried to stay as far away from people as he could.

With his head lifted, now too mentally tired to postpone this any longer, he started let out a growing cough. His hand clutched clasped over his mouth as he continued coughing, loud enough to draw the attention of the room...
 
The traveler looked at him like he was crazy. Cover her ears? What was he talking about? Did he think that she was still a little kid that had to huddle up and close their eyes and ears when something scary was happening? Clearly it was the case of a blind guy teaching someone else to see. She was slightly amused by this stranger's attitude, prompting her to pat his shoulder again in a playful manner.

Until he suddenly started coughing. She quickly pulled her hand back by reflex.

"Hey! What are you doing!" The cultist at the front had already been eyeing the suspicious guy at the far end of the shed, not to mention when the two made a lot of noises back then, he was getting more and more riled up. That cough was the last straw. He pushed the burly villager he was inspecting at the moment out of the way and rushed to the back.

"Now, now, he's just feeling a bit under the weather..." Didn't know why, she suddenly had the urge to speak up for this stranger. Her effort to diffuse the situation, however, fell to deaf ear as the cultist shoved her aside.

"Get up! How dare you slack off in the presence of God--"

The cultist froze for a moment as he finally had a better look at this person... the bad lighting earlier had concealed his finer detail, but now that he was within arm's length, he could see the piece of cloth covering half of his face...

"You're... blind?" The cultist was embroiled in a mix of both horror and anger. Other people might think nothing of it, but firm believers of Belgoth would know what that implied. His look immediately turned sharp, as if he wanted to kill this stranger at that very moment.
 
Right on time, any efforts to draw attention were immediately fruitful. Leave it to the Belgoth's men to react like a moth to flame. He prepared for the worst, reflexively clenching as he hadn't expected only a verbal assault. Rather, before the cultist made his way over, the stranger spoke out in protest on his behalf. His attention drew to her for a moment before the cultist began shouting, his ears ringing slightly at the rise in voices.

He could practically feel the wind leave the cultist's sails, the realization as to the state of this seemingly random individual. The only thing crossing their mind would be a belief that this person belonged to Musai. The blind stranger slowly inched his way to his feet, a slight smile on his face as the cultist, an almost baffled moment, stated the obvious. "Isn't that a bit rich coming from my sibling's dog?" a female voice, this stranger's mouth didn't move. The urge to act upon his patron's wishes was almost unavoidable.

"Who said that?!" Shouted the belligerent cultist, turning every which way to find the woman who spoke against his god. However, the blind stranger stepped forward and held a hand out, palm facing forward; the palm, a rough shape of a human mouth in its center. A panicked swing from Belgoth's cultist, a simple large branch used as a club, the blind stranger stumbled back just in time, the tip of the branch narrowly missing his nose. "What was that?" He'd ask, grimacing as he faced the cultist. "Did something just swing at me?" his voice truly sounded scared, fearful that he was in danger of being hit from something he clearly couldn't see.

Lunging forward, the blind man reached both hands out and clasped one around the cultists jaw, forcing his chin up while the other gripped onto his wrist, maintaining the position of his makeshift weapon. "You'd attack a man who can't even see you coming?" the voice changed again, sounding more like it came from behind him, it was gruff, angry, the voice of a seasoned bully.

"What... Are you?" The cultist would squeak out, free hand grasped on the blind man's wrist.

"We are your end." over a dozen of different voices seemed to speak in unison, the blind man's mouth still closed, a hint of discomfort as the other voices spoke for him. His head hung slightly, the cultist beginning to squirm as a thunderous noise began to slowly rise higher and higher in volume. In the end it was like a continuous clap of thunder, lasting a full five seconds before suddenly dying down as the cultist grew limp. The blind-mans hand dropping him, the blood that dripped from the cultist's face having reached his own fingers.

"I'm sorry." He'd whisper, no ears likely able to hear him, the concussive sound leaving even his own ears ringing...
 
At first, the traveler had picked a piece of broken wood from the floor, wanting to knock the cultist down in case something bad really happened to the blind man, but the situation quickly took a nosedive from "slightly bad" to "mortally dangerous" in the span of a few minutes.

Oh, so that's why he told her to cover her ears--

By the time that that multiple voices had erupted inside the shed, she quickly clasped her palms over her ears, just in time before everything seemed to explode into a cacophony of madness. To be honest, all she had managed to do was to keep her ears from erupting; the... voice... was so powerful that her entire body was shaken to its core, her bones trembling by the sheer force of the vibration alone. She had evacuated to the other end of the shed by that time, as far as possible from the source of the disaster. The villagers closer to him, the people standing right behind the cultists... they weren't so lucky.

When it was over, dread washed over her body in an instant. The cultist was dead. Dead. Dead. How could someone die from a voice alone? No matter how much one screamed, it could never reach this level of absurdity. It was--

"Musai"

Everything became clear in an instant, as if a small part of the veil was lifted in front of her eyes. It was a revelation from her God, that capricious little Fool, the one that she could never understood even after so long. She had long gotten used to it; at this moment, she could only curse Him for the super late response. Maybe let her know in advance next time, yeah? Not until a crazy from Belgoth had been turned into mush?

"Aaaaahhh!"

"Run!"

Three of the villagers were squirming on the ground, foaming on their mouth, blood trickling out of their ears, which most likely had ruptured just then. The rest, however, descended into chaos, with those farthest, and the least unaffected, madly shrieking as they made a mad dash toward the door. The traveler didn't even have a chance to stop them before they slammed the door open with their bodies, pouring out into the cold winter while screaming bloody murder.

...Great. As if things couldn't get worse as it was.

She unsteadily got up to her feet, her legs trying their best to not turn into jelly. She gave them a clap before approaching the blind man.

"We need to leave," She clasped her hand on the blind man's shoulder. "Now!"
 
He clasped his wrist, a small trickle of saliva dripping from the slowly closing mouth on his palm. He grimaced again, his fingers pressed against his stomach as he leaned forward and upchucked onto the floor in at his feet. There was so much noise, so much movement. The cold rushed in, his head spun and now he felt like falling over. However, he knew this wasn't enough to keep him safe. Struggling to stay on his feet, he felt that hand on his shoulder again, urging him to leave. He nodded, wiping his mouth as he turned to face her.

"Good to hear you didn't lose all hearing..." He'd say with a slightly joking tone, he truly hadn't felt good about this. He'd stumble over the now four still writhing in front of him, the cultist twitching with any remnants of feeling he could. "Try not to draw attention to yourself.... you aren't with me. you have no reason to be tied with my actions..." now alll was left was to escape the rest of the search party. How lucky that there were only five others..
 
Didn't lose hearing? Oh, she certainly had tinnitus now, but it didn't matter, she could settle the score with him later. The most important thing for them was to escape this place as soon as possible. Belgoth zealots weren't known for their compassion and understanding.

"Oh, I might not have any reason before, but now, it's sink or swim," the traveler said with a tinge of regret. Her eyes glanced over to the bit of exposed skin on the man's wrist. He saw that little apparatus sitting over his skin-- wrong, it was part of his skin, to be more precise. It functioned at first glance like a mouth; a hole, where it could be opened, to take things in, and to let voice out. But everything about it looked wrong. There was this level of uncanny valley to it, as if someone was trying to recreate a part of human body, but only managed to grasp the most basic concept while discarding the rest of its humanity.

It was, to put it mildly, maddening. But she wasn't fazed as much. A lot of this world was maddening if you looked at them wrong, and she wasn't any better.

"You're not a follower of Belgoth, are you?" Her question was rhetorical. His blindness alone was proof, but his action back then was even more so an obvious answer. "Your deity should let you know already, or at least you could tell it yourself-- I'm not one of them. On the contrary, I'm of the same type as you. Well, maybe not with your God, but definitely not Belgoth's either."

They were not only not following Belgoth, they had helplessly belonged to different Gods already, with no chance of redemption.

Whether she supported his action or not, as long as she stayed in this place, the Belgoth zealots wouldn't care for the detail; she would be captured, skinned alive, and then brought into their temple to "repent" in front of their God. Okay, that might be an exaggeration... but still, that would be the end of her fate.

Why would she threw herself into that pit of fire? It would be better to escape with her fellow heretic. At the very least, she could throw him away as a distraction when push comes to shove--

With a clearer plan in sight, she pulled him out of the shed, and led the way toward the outer edge of the settlement. The place wasn't as developed as a stone-walled city. They should be able to get out after jumping off the fences.
 
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The more he thought on it, the more he realized what he had done to her, regardless of the homicide she was likely now linked to as well. He knew she wasn't a follower, at least not one accepted by belgoth's touch... However, Musai knew very few gods by anything other than name. Of course she couldn't hear it, only those that spoke in fear as they fled could hear her name being frantically cried out as they realized whom the murderer followed.

He moved cautiously through the shed, towards the exit so they could begin their escape, she was such a talker... She was lucky he was the best listener in the world. He didn't need to reply to her comment on who he worshiped. Few gods would tolerate murders between their own followers . She tried to assure him that she was in a similar sinking boat, his head remained down as he walked...- why look up when there was nothing to see?- ... his hand raising to softly rest on her upper back, not quite able to tell where her shoulders were. "I know.. I might not be able to tell who it is, but I can tell by your voice alone... belgoth wouldn't allow such carefree sentiments."

He wouldn't have been so lucky if caught. Flayed and persecuted was such an easier out for him. If captured, he would be subject to belgoth's personal torture. The sibling rivalry was so bitter that any follower of the other was seen as nothing but filth, vermin, wretches that should have their wings ripped off slowly and methodically. He would not be allowed even as swift of a death as having his skin flayed from his bones.

In truth, if he had known her thoughts on dumping him as a distraction, he probably would have been left in an uncontrolled fit of laughter. He wouldn't blame her, both lame and a murderer, what else did he deserve?

"Where..-" He finally let out, somewhat out of breath as he tried his best to keep up with her. "-are we going?" his voice, was so rough sounding, winded and allso like he was at the brink of being physically sick.
 
Where were they going?

"Err-- good question. I haven't thought that far," she blurted out faster than her brain could process. Not the most reassuring answer out there. It couldn't be helped, it was the first time that she had visited this region, let alone this little settlement. All she could think of was to get away as far as possible from the shed. Right, should they go back where she came from, or continue the other way to the next village? Wherever that supposed place was.

She felt the hand shakily resting on her back. In response, she slowed her steps a bit to make sure that he could catch up. When she looked to the side, her gaze collided with a little girl watching from the side. The latter screamed in shock before running away with her short legs.

"..." Was she that scary? Miksi's blessings were rather light, ah. It shouldn't be to the point of frightening people?

Just in time, the shabby waist-height fence encircling the village was already in sight. It was a big world out there, once they managed to get away, the Belgoth crazies shouldn't be able to find them for a while.

"What about you? Do you have anywhere else to go? Because I don't think you can come back to this place anymore..."
 
It wasn't too surprising that she wasn't sure what their destination was. The slight smile on his face as he realized she too wasn't familiar with this thing called safety. For where is safe in a world dominated by murderous xenophobes? He thought on it, hoping that Musai would offer at least something to him. Meanwhile they only seemed to draw more and more attention even as they attempted to leave. The little footsteps of a child just around the corner, she rounded it and spotted the cause of the commotion and panic. She saw them and couldn't quite put it together until she spotted the lack of belgoth's marks... worse of all, bandages over the eyes.

The sigh that drifted from his lips was that of familiarity... he had gotten so used to children, especially, being fearful of those that are different. He wondered if this stranger would have also been frightful of him as a child, then again she didn't appear to have been raised by the belgoth cult. They approached a low structure that appeared to have many openings, he could only assume it was a fence that they'd be meant to scramble over. She would ask him his own question in return, a slight nod as he thought of how to word this. "Belgothians hate my god... I am truly not allowed anywhere in this kingdom." Surely that was enough of an answer. "I had only been in here for a few days, just my luck that they were checking this village now." There was a moments pause before he'd point out towards seemingly a random direction. "The cultists will have difficulties finding us if we hide amongst the trees. We can start heading towards Runag's territory.." The god of blood and violence, though no less intolerant, at least they will not target the two of them for simply looking differently.
 
She tugged at her new blind friend's arm, helping him navigate through the cracks of the fence, just enough to extract them out of the village's perimeter. She could hear the commotion coming at them even from this distance; surely this guy could hear them more clearly, what with blind people having sharper sense and all that.

She instinctively looked at the place that he pointed at, before feeling a bit strange in her head. "Huh? How do you know there are trees over there? You're blind..." but he was right. Was that his God's blessing? Hmm, no, then there was no point in robbing him of sight.

Ah... whatever. There was no point in second-guessing those mad entities' intention.

"Runag... are you... sure about that?" She had no love for the zealots of Belgoth, but Runag's bloodthirsty children weren't any better. At least they were fair and embraced equality. As in, everyone would equally become prey of their violence. Or revel in it. Runag cared not, as long as the Thirst was quenched.

"It's this way! Hurry, before they escape!"

A loud, raspy call to arms from behind jolted her out of her doubts. She immediately pulled him toward the forest, gritting her teeth along the way. Fine, Runag it is. She could only hope that they would survive the journey.
 
Her reaction to his perception was almost unexpected. He almost forgot how many times he's learned that an average blind man can't sense nearly as much as he could. Having made it through the fence they could start moving. His ears flexing slightly as he heard the distant chattering and footsteps coming their way. He could explain Musai's gifts later, they needed to move and he was already questioning his choice before she commented on it.

"We have to weigh our options." He'd say as they started making for the treeline. He was, again, already out of breath and yet pushing through it. "Either we're hunting by belgoth and killed on the spot... Prostrated and tortured by those purist nuts(I'll let you name this one.<3)... or we..-" He thought on it, it still didn't sound good even in his head, "-kill one or two Runag followers and make our place in a town. I hope." How could he ever be sure? He was already pretty ready to just lay down and sleep, as it was, but trying to think, run and speak was harder than he cared to admit.

As he focused mostly on not vomiting as he ran, he started to wonder about this stranger. What god had they been chosen by? What did they 'look' like after their curse? What gifts had they received... a massive part of his mind was hoping she was blessed with something immediately useful..
 
Killing people... that was surely the easiest way to integrate into their society, but it didn't sit quite right for her. She took a quick glance at the blind man behind her. It was surprising that he could spew out that kind of thought so easily. She wouldn't have expected that by looking at his appearance alone. It was a bit scary.

My God, what did I get involved with?

She tugged him further into the forest, as far away as possible from the sound of angry cultists. Only when the village had practically disappeared from sight did she let go of his frail hand. She leaned on a nearby tree, huffing and puffing as her lungs screamed bloody murder. Her new friend... seemed way worse than her.

The forest was eerily quiet, save for their heavy breathing. For once, peace had seemingly settled back in.

"Are you curious?" She suddenly said. "About which God I was 'blessed' by?"

She took his hand, gently this time, and pulled it up to her face, placing her cheek in his palm. The warmth felt a bit ticklish on her skin. She slowly dragged his fingers apart, so that their tips could feel the shape of her face, brushing over her nose, taking in the features of her jaw.

And then, she opened her mouth.

He should be able to feel her lower jaw sliding down at snail's pace. Down. Down. Down... it was at a certain point where it should had stopped, but it still kept going, until at one point it slid off his finger, leaving only the sensation of soft, malleable skin behind.

And then, her tongue slithered out, giving his palm a lick. It slid out farther, farther, the slightly coarse tissue wrapping over the back of his palm, and coiled right back up the entire way, leaving wet, sticky trail wherever it went.

"Have you ever heard of the name 'Miksi'?"

Her voice entered his ear, the words coming out like a mumble.
 
Had he really said it so casually? If only she knew how much those words weighed on the back of his mind, the pity he felt for those trapped between him and his god's ambition. It wasn't their fault that their god's gift had been spread so thin amongst her people... then again, even musai wasn't sure what their sibling could offer as a gift.

He could feel the approach of what felt like a loose wall; trees that created a broken mesh of cover and density. He could practically feel the change of pressure as they entered, the smell of trees was distinct, the sound of leaves softly rustling in gentle breezes. The forest was silent already, no creature allowing themselves known while the two had seemingly barged in unannounced. She slumped against a tree, while he fell to his knees and clutched a hand over his mouth. He couldn't hold it back any longer, no deep breaths would ease his stomach as what little contents of his stomach took their leave. Luckily he knew better than to try to physically hold back the inevitable, bracing both hands on the ground as he wretched up the last of his rations.

He heard her speak, catching only the last of it as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He was starting to realize that she was very touchy, taking his hand to lead him was understandable, regardless of what 'sight' musai had given him he still could always use the help. However, in the shed, and even now, she would get close to him with zero regard for his own personal space. Her hand taking and guiding his to her face, allowing him to feel the outline of her face. She more or less seemed normal until she inevitably revealed the truth to her malformities. "huh..." He let slip past his lips, having never seen... felt someone's jaw unhinge and drop to the floor. He, however, grimaced and pulled his hand away as he felt the wet slug of a tongue against his skin; his spine tingling as he tried to get that sensation out of his mind.

"Less of that, please." He'd ask of her, trying to shake it off before turning his attention back to her. "Miksi...." He'd repeat back to her, almost reacting to what felt like a groan from his own god in the back of his mind.... Oh no... "I can't say I'm too familiar with them, from memory they are nearly as sparse as the Musai... The god of...." He'd pause, pondering on it, unwilling to simply blurt the wrong thing out.
 

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