by mal du pays » Mon May 17, 2021 6:00 am
I'd like to adopt!
Username: Takura.
Name: Knox
Gender: Male
Concept:
Knox, despite being born (if you could call it that) in the sweltering heat within the confines of Eberon, was not exactly fond of the desert. It was an anomaly - a few wires crossed here and there resulted in someone of his styling who despised the heat. A few folks thought he would adjust to it, but Knox thought it was simply just god playing a cruel joke on him (and he’d be partially right, although Eyeris did not have full say in his creation). As soon as he knew he was old enough to go out on his own, he fled toward the nearest possible non-desert location he could find - and he wound up within the Pocket Dimension.
He stuck out like a sore thumb - his natural, warm browns were a stark contrast to Pocket Dimension’s purples and pinks. It was better to him, personally, that he didn’t blend into the background though - it was nicer than where he’d come from, and he was content with that.
With the time he spent within this sect of Eberon, he grew to be more mellowed out - becoming a bit less grumpy, a bit more open, someone more willing to interact with the people around him. He came to terms with the place he soon called home. He picked up a job as an innkeeper - keeping an expansive history of those who came and went within his humble little building.
Having spent many years within PD, Knox certainly saw his fair share of folks come and go - many similar to himself, with naturalistic colors, while others were more akin to the place he’d learned to call home, with a multitude of colors. Nobody tended to visit more than once or twice, although there was always one he saw semi-frequently - a large, pale cat with huge wings, who always seemed to visit on a schedule. Each time, he saw the man with his bells, seemingly surveying the area before he took his leave, and he never spoke to anyone. Nobody really seemed to ever see him, and so Knox simply thought he had just been imagining things (although he wondered if he should seek help if he was seeing the same figure on an almost bi-weekly basis). He would not have a name to put to this figure.
Until he showed up.
Someone else new showed up, seeking help in finding someone. Knox was the first person, he said, to actually be willing to listen to him, and the Lambicorn wondered who he was.
Synthesis, he said. His goal was simple - he wanted to find the god of the universe and overthrow him. Now Knox was not one to pick “sides” perse with the gods of the universe and the realms inhabitants, but he felt it was more than reasonable to help Synthesis out, even if it was just for information. With one simple question, he asked the canine who it was he was looking for.
A large, pale cat, with massive wings, and a pair of bells.
Eyeris, he called him.
A name to the face, and this just gave Knox more questions - was he coming around for a specific purpose? What was his goal, checking in on PD on a regular schedule? Synthesis could not provide answers, although he speculated that he was looking for contractees. Despite being god, Synthesis knew that Eyeris had a penchant for signing backhanded deals with those desperate enough.
Knox told him that Eyeris would be coming back shortly to check over the place before he left again. Synthesis thanked him for this information before he requested the directions to leave, as he did not want Eyeris to know he was planning to remove him from power.
The last thing he told him before he left was short, sweet, and to the point:
Watch your back.
The next time he saw Eyeris prowling through the place he called home, he could almost swear that he was looking directly at him.
Did he know?
Knox was not one to pick sides between gods and mortals.
But from what Synthesis had told him, Eyeris (as he’d come to know) was different - having been in power for hundreds of thousands of years, the feline god had taken to the suffering of others for his own enjoyment. Word had spread to him about a facility somewhere outside of the Pocket Dimension simply known to the rest of the world as “The Foundation”, with word saying that Eyeris had a particular fondness for the place. What went on in there?
As he waited ever patiently within his workplace, he pondered over everything the Duskky had told him. Did he want to live in a world maintained by a god who enjoyed the suffering of others? Was that why he had come around so frequently - in his search for those desperate enough to sign a contract with him? Each time Eyeris came around he felt like the god had gotten closer and closer to him, watching him with an eye he’d never seen anyone look at him with before.
It filled him with a form of fear he had never experienced before.
What was going to happen to him?
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may or may not come back to add more written stuff we'll see
and maybe will add art