Koa
What right does she have, being so good- and what does he have, to reject it? Koa swallows hard as Sohlia's hands wrap around his like an anchor, the ferocity and passion in her silver eyes as startlingly intense as a bolt of lighting streaking through a cloudless sky. Maybe he is being hasty, foolish; maybe they do stand a chance. He lifts his hand, the backs of his knuckles curling toward a pale cheek---
---and freezes, paralyzed as a crackling voice slides like an icy knife into his brain.
Vox.
Noe.
Abruptly everything else slips away, replaced by a sinking terror. Any word from Vox is never good, and this... this ode feels less like a poem and more like a warning, at least in Koa's mind. Suddenly nothing matters except that he has to get to her, to get home, to make sure that she's safe. Koa staggers to his feet, looking around wildly as an animal desperate to escape. "Fuck, Noe--" They still don't have an answer, still don't have a rose, but he knows he has to reach her anyway. He casts a desperate look at Sohalia, needing her to understand. "I'm sorry, Soh, I have to go." He's not trying to flee her, even if it really and truly looks that way.
And then, Koa runs
There's a skyship in the act of leaving, its anchor raised, its ropes unmoored. "Wait!" he cries out futilely, earning surprised glances from the dockhands and passers by, but it's too late. The boat has pulled too far to be jumped to, and Koa isn't Attuned. If only there was a way for him to fly....
But perhaps he can get some help.
"Please!" Koa cries, his voice raw and desperate as he entreats the spirits of the Greatwood, reaching for that magical connection he's managed to tug on so many times before. "Please, I have to get on that ship!" Teleport him, toss him - Koa doesn't care. He has to get home, and this feels like the only option, because every minute he spends out of Stormbreak is another where Noe might disappear.
Koa is trying to channel a spirit to teleport him onto a skyship that's just pulled out of the dock!
Accepted Channeling: Allows an Accepted to channel a herald/demigod/spirit during a time of crisis (2x a season). Can be combined with other accepted channeling to increase power.
Type: Light | Rank: Upgraded
---and freezes, paralyzed as a crackling voice slides like an icy knife into his brain.
Vox.
Noe.
Abruptly everything else slips away, replaced by a sinking terror. Any word from Vox is never good, and this... this ode feels less like a poem and more like a warning, at least in Koa's mind. Suddenly nothing matters except that he has to get to her, to get home, to make sure that she's safe. Koa staggers to his feet, looking around wildly as an animal desperate to escape. "Fuck, Noe--" They still don't have an answer, still don't have a rose, but he knows he has to reach her anyway. He casts a desperate look at Sohalia, needing her to understand. "I'm sorry, Soh, I have to go." He's not trying to flee her, even if it really and truly looks that way.
And then, Koa runs
There's a skyship in the act of leaving, its anchor raised, its ropes unmoored. "Wait!" he cries out futilely, earning surprised glances from the dockhands and passers by, but it's too late. The boat has pulled too far to be jumped to, and Koa isn't Attuned. If only there was a way for him to fly....
But perhaps he can get some help.
"Please!" Koa cries, his voice raw and desperate as he entreats the spirits of the Greatwood, reaching for that magical connection he's managed to tug on so many times before. "Please, I have to get on that ship!" Teleport him, toss him - Koa doesn't care. He has to get home, and this feels like the only option, because every minute he spends out of Stormbreak is another where Noe might disappear.
Koa is trying to channel a spirit to teleport him onto a skyship that's just pulled out of the dock!
Accepted Channeling: Allows an Accepted to channel a herald/demigod/spirit during a time of crisis (2x a season). Can be combined with other accepted channeling to increase power.
Type: Light | Rank: Upgraded
then you come crashing in, like the realest thing
