~After living well over a thousand years, it is astounding what you can learn...~
Through whatever manner you have found this niche I reside in, I welcome you and ask that you spend a night with me by the fire. I don't bite and can be pleasant company, especially when it is swapping well-intended information.
By virtue of my species I am an artist of music, but not in the manner of what you refer to as 'rock' or 'metal'. We communicate with one another by song. We sing sweet music that colors the air and touches the very soul.
We are also telepathic and capable of gently plucking the strings of those near death, controlling their bodies to better speak with other races.
The music of the dying is bitter sweet and unique; I wish to find more that can create such beautiful sound.
I am gender fluid, a shi if you will, but I prefer being referred to as him or he for simplicity's sake.
Now, if you do not mind waiting, I have a meal to catch. Once I return, I'm sure we can share the carcass over the embers.
I am a Verin'dra, though I seem to be an oddity amongst my species. As for how I got here, I'm fairly uncertain myself. More often than not I planet and world hop so I may experience the lives of different races and their peoples, but it is through an intended jump. Here... I simply woke up one day and found myself in this strange place.
Oh dear...I swear this place deliberately swallows up individuals from just about any dimension, and then leaves the lying here in its belly. We have sentient machines, scientists, heroic plumbers, humans with strange powers, spirits, and and...other odd, impossible creatures from different uiverses.
Out of that, what caught my interest was 'heroic plumbers'. I've run across many of what you mentioned, but I've never heard of someone who cleaned being capable of saving others from certain destruction.
Would you care to rest a while then? Granted it is a bit of a selfish proposition, as I am interested in hearing more of your song. It is... quite unlike many that I have heard, nearly as beautiful as the dying.
If you would really like me to, I can always take some time out of my schedule.
(very gently sets himself down on the ground)
Hm. I suppose it would be like the dying, since I am practically dead. (smiles as he lets out a small chuckle)
Oh? To me being practically dead? Or to the fact I'm willing to take some time to actually sit and be.. (grumbles the word, as if it leaves an awful taste) sociable?
I don't know whether that's a good thing, or an extremely biased opinion. There are millions of other vampires such as myself out there. Maybe you're not looking hard enough.
The former, though the latter is a curiosity in itself as well.
Vampire? I've met other creatures that claim such a title. But not only do they look nothing like yourself, some would be willing to claim they fall under the spectrum of feral animals with abnormally large fangs. Their music is also nowhere near as pleasant, coming off as an oily yellow.
I am dead, to be honest. I have no heart, in all literal sense. (smirks)
Yes, vampire. When my father made a pact with the devil, the devil made sure we were intelligent enough to carry on a conversation and with a human appearance to 'blend in' with human society, if needed. My fangs grow on command, which means I can make them any length, at any time. Their music, hm? Tell me, what color is mine.
It would seem that we have one thing slightly in common then, and I don't mean the lack of a heart. *Chuckles*
I appear to be far behind in the common myths and legends, not to mention human society in general. I find they make me cringe more often than I like. As for yours, this language is incapable of describing them fully as they do not have words for every one. But for what they do, your colors go through every spectrum known to man and more. It is missing several hues that would make it heart rending and touch the soul, but it is still beautiful in its own, braided together in a near indestructible rope.
It's pleasant to know you relate to someone, isn't it? (leans back onto his arms and stares up into the sky)
Hm. Human society isn't any better than what it was thousands of years ago, so says my brother Laserothe. Though, the only exception for humans I have is the Renaissance Era, for it actually helped them. But, as for my colors, that's very interesting. It's nice to know my coloring can be nice, even though I'm not very nice to be around myself. (lets out a light laugh)
Through personal experience, I can ardently say no to that. But with you, possibly. Neither being alive nor dead does have its perks in the end. *Trades leaning on his tail for sitting with one leg extended, the other bent at the knee* What is it that you see up there? I have heard of stars and things called sunsets, but I can never seem to discover what they look like.
There is an exception to every supposed rule. Don't sell yourself too short, especially for things that may seem to be unpleasant about you; lest you begin trying to form your life around that image so you can assure everyone around you that you are exactly as you say. *Cocks head, 'eye' transitioning into a faint maroon*
Personal experience is the best teacher, they say. It teaches you to follow your instincts.. (glances at Xateriel) I see the beautiful silvery glowing moon, reaching its glowing peak. The yellow, dying stars are blinking rapidly beside it, letting their light twinkle down upon us. Tell me, would it be all right if I were to show you? It involves physical contact, which is why I'm asking you first.
(chuckles) Selling myself short? There is no such thing. I'm just pleasant to people, or beasts, I respect. I was raised this way. I guess my foster father beating me as a child knocked some sense into me. (chuckles again, and lets out a sigh) I'm assuming the colors you see tells others of personalities, or just themselves? Or does it mark more of a species than an individual?
As we are, our instincts are the only thing that can guide us. We're virtually alone on our home world and the only intelligent species, so we have to planet jump in order to see more and learn. *Turns away from Devarian momentarily, looking around, but soon returns his attention to him* They sound beautiful. As for showing me... That would be grand. Perhaps then I could pass it on to the other Verin'dra once I go home. As it is, we can only see things if we have come into contact with a being that has seen it before.
What you say of your... foster father makes no sense. Why would another harm their kin? As for the colors, it tells us the truth. When one may think that this woman is pleasant and kind, we see whether that holds or if she is merely acting that way to be liked and accepted. In truth, it is how we had seen all things for a while.
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