Chronicles of the Beastbearer: initial images

Okay, was finally able to start cranking out a little material regarding my username.



His legs crossed, his eyes closed. His mind’s eye soared above the clouds over the city as the sun disappeared. The wind smoothed his feathers as little humans scurried about below. Hard to even think of them as “white people,” after his Change had begun, and with it the greater Change with his totem. His fledgling body felt the turquoise medallion at his throat while his totem spirit banked left to glide high over the Bricktown canals. His fledgling body smiled remembering the Halloween party his friends had thrown him at the Harkins Theater. Of course, that had happened in his past life, before the Goddess touched him. Unseen, unheard, intangible, his totem crackled through the sky across charged clouds, feeling the energies of Air pulse as breaths across his face.
“Chayton, return to yourself.” The voice boomed, reverberating to and from the clouds as his totem dissipated, a cloud among clouds. His fledgling eyes opened as he pulled his sight back across the miles to his basement meditation chamber beneath the Fire Alarm building. They refocused on Argo’s face. The tattoos framing his face slashed away and descended from the golden downward crescent as if a giant clawed hand had thoroughly mauled him, rather than the Goddess’ touch spreading to Mark him an adult vampyre.





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