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Current Sail on a sweet silver mist

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Player; DK
Age; 23
Sex; Male
Occupation; Air Force
Location; Alnilam
Race; Rakshasa

Dead men tell no tales
So listen to this story from a whale
She sailed the silver river
But only found a purple butler
There was a grey parrot, and the crane both agree
That the turtle should search for the one manatee
Now you see your monster
Or maybe your insanity
The pirate needs more ales

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@Ace of flames01
Oh, then why didn't you just say so. =p
I was in the middle of a conversation with @KioruxSesheema, but it has been a few days since then, and now I'm trying to come up with a pertinent post to make off of it. He was basically accompanying her to the castle and the hunt, but now not sure.
@Ace of flames01
Yes but at the same time there is no way we can't see the sun's light. So if we are explaining the moon, how are you explaining the absence of sunlight? We are god's if we want the moon to shine or the sun to stop and it's in our realm to do so, then the moon shines and the sun stops.
Flor had helped himself to his feet after flying into the trolley. He didn't sctivate his sigil this time and bruised his back as he slammed it into the metal grating. Fortunately the other two were fine. The trolley began to creak and whine as it made it's way lower, that is until the operator got a little greedy and let to much of the brake out. The short fall stopped his heart for a moment. He was used to the fall himself, but his mind instantly went to the sight of everyone in the car crushed flat from a fall at that height. Fortunately they got the trolley back under control and stopped at a hopeful infirmary.

BAM

The Grit had already made it up the wall and were attacking their trolley. Flor was more concerned with the one on top of the trolley that had peeled it open. He had his pipe, but he wasn't sure how to go about attacking the monster. He couldn't swing to wildly with the others so close, and a weak attack would just get him hurt. Fortunately the others acted quicker, blowing the thing back for a moment and blasting a powder bomb in the trolley. Flor rapidly followed the old man into the room a little more gracefully, until he saw the old man in the doorway and flung his momentum in another direction to avoid him. He may have been able to catch himself, but then a woman was in his way. He shifted himself just enough again to avoid her and fall flat on the floor. Regaining his control, he got up again. "I'm fine! What are we doing now?"
@Cuccoruler
After the battle with the old gods had ended. Landon returned to the Nexus. He stayed with Cia and Flemmings for a few days, but he was deeply bothered and didn't know what to do with it. He was angry at everything, but knew he had no reason to be angry. To much had happened to his world. He knew it wasn't actually his, but it was his homeworld, so it might as well have been his. At the same time everything was getting out of control. He was beginning to resent his own world. He wouldn't have minded just destroying all of it and starting over. The old gods created this world, the Merged could figure out how to start a new world too. One with more order and oversight. A world with more control. Landon was tired of not being able to do anything for the world.

After a few days in the Nexus he went to his cold dark realm to explore more. The time to himself didn't help either. He sought to train more, but felt discouraged in his training as he felt it was pointless. He did practice manipulating his new arm. He could keep it stable for days at a time, and could even sleep with it on now. It was taking him no concentration at all anymore to keep his prosthetic. He could even manipulate it to take different shapes and sizes of tools and weapons. None of this helped his mental state though. He was still distraught and actively training was difficult for him. That's why just working on his arm with no thought was easy for him. He sort of just meandered in the darkness trying to forget his thoughts. One day, he was interupted by the humans who thought they could challenge the gods. They had found his realm. Unable to see anything they were rather clumsy, but with technology they could trace Landon. The tactical team was no match for him though. He quickly disposed of them all and threw their bodies back to earth. The human invaders were a nice distraction for a moment. He began to look to humans and earth as a type of distraction. Their pathetic individuality and sacrificial teamwork amused him. Mortals were rather fickle. He thought just a few years ago he was the same. He changed a lot since then.

He noticed that the earth was in constant darkness now, and that some were crying out for light, even the moon at night. Landon saw this opportunity and took it. He left his cold dark realm to visit earth for a while. He went to Iceland and blended in with the humans. He lost his prosthetic in order to keep his cover. He just told anyone that asked about it, that he lost it in a hunting accident when he was attacked by a wolf. A few days after arriving on earth he met humans that asked for even the moon to provide light on the gloomy world. Landon brought the moon out that night and told them the truth about him. They didn't believe him at first, but when no moon came the next night, they begged him to bring it back again. The next night he brought it about again and the group praised him for the moon. Some were still doubtful, but the word spread and many began to worship him in this time of chaos and darkness. As word spread, the anti-god collaboration began to come as well. Landon protected his worshipers as they fought with him against Sven's militia, but soon his own were joining their ranks. Swayed by the anti-god agenda, his followers numbers were dwindling. A spy had even gotten close to Landon. Fotunately for Landon the spy was only able shoot him in his prosthetic, before he obliterated the spy. With this turn of events he decided to return to the Nexus. He was looking for information from Cia on the god's propositions to deal with the humans. Assuming they had made any yet. He stepped down into his shadow like he was on a staircase. He walked back up the staircase in the Nexus through a shadow that proceeded to be his as he completed the jump. He took note of the four gods that were there and gave disregard to all, but Cia. He walked over to her with a smile that had been missing for the last month. "Hey Cia. How are you doing? It's been a few days since I last saw you. I was wondering if you knew what was going on with this anti-god agenda and what the other god's have been saying about it?"
@Ace of flames01@Cuccoruler
I would have to say that science goes out the window once there is constant darkness on earth. Basically I was picturing it as dark as night everywhere around earth. So the sun isn't held to half the earth, the earth literally can't see the sun anymore. The only way to get a semblance of that is an eclipse, but that would require the moon in a scientific sense. Landon is rotating the moon around the earth now with all of her glory. He is still following lunar cycles and such as well, so she was waxing when he started, has gone through the full moon phase and is probably close to waning now.
@Ace of flames01

Cool, like I said it will probably just be at night still. So basically a switch of the days since night is probably going to be brighter than day.
@Ace of flames01
If Rhona can darken the world can Landon brighten it up at night with the moon?
@Cuccoruler
Landon's mother was Mahina who is a goddess of the moon, but no real connection to the earth.
@ViolentViolet
So technically all of the apps are anthro of some sort, but I understand you want less furry. So how is this immage? I wish the wings were more like arms, but otherwise what do you think?

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