AlphaBlueWolf
Moonchaser
Mateo watched the tiger shrink to be seven feet tall, which was still taller than the average height for an adult male. Even if Mateo was tall for a teenager, he couldn't help still being intimidated by the cat, even though he towered over them less now that he was smaller. He started to walk past Mateo, who took a step back in response, feeling small and helpless compared to the deity, who would likely kill him if he ever transformed in the city. And Mateo even thought he might kill him regardless of if he transformed or not.
But Halazzi stopped in front of him. In fact, everything did, but in a different way. He couldn't feel Cora's body expand as he breathed while sitting on his shoulder. He looked at the cat worriedly to see that he was fine. He looked around and saw a similarity between Cora's fate and everyone else. They were all still, Mateo the only one who could move. As well as Halazzi, who still had lightning zipping from his pelt.
He turned back to the tiger as he heard his voice, but Halazzi's mouth didn't move. The deity said he knew who Mateo was, knew that he was a Cabrera. He said he would have words with him and his kin, which Mateo didn't quite understand. Did that mean that more Cabrera's resided in the city, or did the tiger just want to tell them off for how they lost control and rampaged? Or was it just a fancy, deity way of saying he wanted to talk to Mateo? He guessed the latter, considering he told him to meet him at the base of the mountain when this was all done.
The Solqueador Mountain, who's name came from the Spanish words Bloquedor Solar, meaning sun block. Luminosans judged time based on the mountain, knowing that it was afternoon when the mountain blocked the sun. It wouldn't block it for some time now, meaning it was early. But even though Luminosa had warmer climates, the mountain was still white with snow. The first one, The Beast of Luminosa, always went up there. He wondered if the cold and snow appeared comforting or depressing to him. Did it make him long for the home he could never return to, lest he be slain? Had that been the reason why he'd been to the city, when he transformed for his final time? Those thoughts made him sad for him, a boy who'd only been a little older than himself, who'd had his normal life ripped away from him. Those of the Cabrera curse knew they weren't alone, but he'd been the first, and it must've been lonely to have no one understand you. Everyone thinking you're a monster. And no one even remembering your name, not even your relatives who inherited the curse from you. Mateo thought the Solqueador Mountain held a lot of sadness that no one ever knew about.
Suddenly, he could hear and feel Cora's breathing form on his shoulder. He looked around as Halazzi resumed his pace, everyone seeming to have life breathed into them once more. Mateo himself looked a little jumpy, putting a hand to his head and shaking it out.
Afterwards, the tiger's attention shifted towards the guard's question. He leaped up towards the arch, declaring that they were to be allowed into the city limits, as the gates were open in his words. They were outsiders, Halazzi said, but they had potential to become something more. Allies, the deity suggested. But why would a deity of Luminosa want a Cabrera as an ally? It didn't make sense to him, which was why he dreaded that conversation.
Halazzi looked towards Valero and Hunter, giving a nod, and then turned his knowing eyes towards Mateo. He just gave a quick glance, reminding him of the things he'd spoken. Or thought maybe. The words had seemed to stream directly into his head, which was pretty disorienting.
Well, they knew where they were headed next, after the guards left them. The Solqueador Moutain, which no citizens were allowed near, let alone outsiders. This would be fun.
