Souls were not currency to be traded – not, at least, to a mortal like Jigano. They had no equivalent price in metals or items or even power. They were not objects. They were people, and his anger and disdain for the monster burned in his chest, helping him to shrug off the flung stones of its companions.
Kiada clearly felt the same, and he pulsed fierce pride and affection in her answer – an answer for both of them – to his friend.
It was time to shed a little light on the situation, and maybe steal a march on the soul-thief who though it could filch from Mort’s domain. He continued to sing as he shifted swiftly, leaping skyward with his strong leg as clothing faded to feathers. His weapons belt slid from disappearing hips to land at Kiada’s heels, and the shield that had been strapped to a human harm dropped away from a feathered wing as he surged upwards. The lantern, too, might have dropped, but he was prepared for that and caught its handle in his talons as his flurry took him upwards towards the shining soul in the wake of Kiada’s bolt.
The song still poured from the raven’s pale beak, harsh but powerful as Jigano attempted to catch the bronze soul in the lantern – or, at the very least, to shed some light on what hovered over them with such malice.
Jigano turns into a raven (still singing!) and flies the lantern in the wake of Kiada’s distraction-arrow to try and snag Ru’in’s soul in it. Even if that doesn’t work he’s hoping to illuminate the monster and maybe burn it with the light.
Kiada clearly felt the same, and he pulsed fierce pride and affection in her answer – an answer for both of them – to his friend.
It was time to shed a little light on the situation, and maybe steal a march on the soul-thief who though it could filch from Mort’s domain. He continued to sing as he shifted swiftly, leaping skyward with his strong leg as clothing faded to feathers. His weapons belt slid from disappearing hips to land at Kiada’s heels, and the shield that had been strapped to a human harm dropped away from a feathered wing as he surged upwards. The lantern, too, might have dropped, but he was prepared for that and caught its handle in his talons as his flurry took him upwards towards the shining soul in the wake of Kiada’s bolt.
The song still poured from the raven’s pale beak, harsh but powerful as Jigano attempted to catch the bronze soul in the lantern – or, at the very least, to shed some light on what hovered over them with such malice.
Jigano turns into a raven (still singing!) and flies the lantern in the wake of Kiada’s distraction-arrow to try and snag Ru’in’s soul in it. Even if that doesn’t work he’s hoping to illuminate the monster and maybe burn it with the light.
