—actually, he thinks he says it aloud but he isn't sure. Even if he's more than a little startled when that shadow first appears stretches along one wall and he thinks beast, instantly on his guard and clenching the wheels of his chair tightly along with his jaw; grimly, realizing the timing is terrible. But it isn't, and then Amaterasu steps out and he takes a sharp breath.
For a moment... he has the distinct impression of -- something. Not a wolf, even as resplendent as she is. A figure; a woman. But it's the briefest impression more than anything he sees, something felt on the same primal level as his connection with the cross in his left hand, and easily brushed off as a trick of the eye in the kaleidoscope display of her fur that moves like white flame. So he's stunned to just watch as she only gives him a slight glance, flowers literally blooming under her paws.
-- it's like looking at the sun.
is... is this god? god actually exists? no, why is god a wolf? no, why does god have an omen
He blinks, hesitating. Does he... call out? She seems preoccupied with the tree, making no move to really acknowledge him, but... ]
Ah... hello? [ It's hesitant, but... he wheels himself a little closer, towards her and the tree. The magic of this sort of space, all of this life, and her appearance now, that gentle but fierce kind of aura she has... That's no coincidence, and he isn't stupid. ]
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—actually, he thinks he says it aloud but he isn't sure. Even if he's more than a little startled when that shadow first appears stretches along one wall and he thinks beast, instantly on his guard and clenching the wheels of his chair tightly along with his jaw; grimly, realizing the timing is terrible. But it isn't, and then Amaterasu steps out and he takes a sharp breath.
For a moment... he has the distinct impression of -- something. Not a wolf, even as resplendent as she is. A figure; a woman. But it's the briefest impression more than anything he sees, something felt on the same primal level as his connection with the cross in his left hand, and easily brushed off as a trick of the eye in the kaleidoscope display of her fur that moves like white flame. So he's stunned to just watch as she only gives him a slight glance, flowers literally blooming under her paws.
-- it's like looking at the sun.
is... is this god? god actually exists? no, why is god a wolf? no, why does god have an omen
He blinks, hesitating. Does he... call out? She seems preoccupied with the tree, making no move to really acknowledge him, but... ]
Ah... hello? [ It's hesitant, but... he wheels himself a little closer, towards her and the tree. The magic of this sort of space, all of this life, and her appearance now, that gentle but fierce kind of aura she has... That's no coincidence, and he isn't stupid. ]
Did... you do this?