Kismet let out a wail as Straiph moved towards him and backed away again. "No! I don't want to hurt you!"
Something underground had other plans, however. His arms moved from his chest of their own accord and held out in a hugging position, though there was an irony in their movement. A horrified look crossed his face as his pupils enlarged to take in more light... Again... Of their own accord. And more light... More light... Too bright... Too bright! He gave another wail and shut them, cracking one open a peep to look at the priest through new tears of fright. "Straiph! I... I can't move my body! It... Ahh!"
His hands were becoming slightly more Kuhna-ish... What was this? What was doing this? Was it possible for his form to be part Kuhna and part human? Whatever was happening, it was painful! When they were done morphing, retractable claws shot out, gleaming in the light and giving him reason to squeeze his eyes shut again.
"My hands!" he squeaked. "They're not human! B-but they're not Kuhna either!"
And then his eyes snapped open, wide despite the pain the light intake was causing him, as he stared at Straiph in horror. "Straiph... Run! I-- I'm going to hur--" his throat convulsed, and he was suddenly unable to speak. Swallowing rapidly, he managed to blurt "I'm sorry!" before his body jumped at the other, claws outstretched, ready to rip and tear and cause hurt. He closed his eyes tight.
He didn't want to watch Straiph get hurt under any conditions. Especially if it was himself who was hurting him.
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And Cupid frowned... Promise was still enjoying himself... "Stupid kid, it's the moss that's soft, not the rock." He waddled over and grasped the moss firmly, ripping it from the rock face in one smooth rip. Flinging the moss behind him, he stared at the rock.. It seemed to have... Runes on it?
"Hey Promise... Look. Look at these runes." He tapped his younger brother on the shoulder, uncharacteristic curiosity making him forget how much he hated his brother.
And the unexpected occurred again! (Boy, how much of that are we gonna have in this roleplay?)
The Hunter seemed to come out of the sky, appearing on the top of the rock, crystalline mane bristling and shifting around itself due to the unnatural energy that came from within her. Her normal golden aura had changed, becoming more flamelike and less aura-like. Her eyes, even normally white, now glowed, as did the spaces between her joints. She was the prophet. She gave the message.
"
You..." Her voice was unlike her own, and Cupid questioned that. The Lubshi was unaware of her transformation into her prophet mind.
"
You both have destinies. Brothers. Lovers. Enemies. Gods. You can accept this destiny or you can reject it, but it is as Syfhier has willed! You cannot outrun it forever!"
What melodrama, Cupid thought. As if they were gods. They were just Lubshi. Ha! He was chuckling in his mind.
Kris'ra, however, was not laughing. She was totally serious. She stared back and forth between them, meeting their eyes at every pass, seeming to stare into their souls.