floating right on by
Could Pan feel the magic in the air? It runs like an undercurrent, invisible but always present. And through all the noise of the day, all the hustle and bustle of rushing equines, a subtle humming began to take place.
It might start off as an annoyance; with all the excitement going on - if murders and kidnapped queens could be considered exciting - it would become a distraction. But over time it will become more insistent, forming a rhythm of its own that beats away inside of his ear. And when Pan finally escapes the hubbub of whatever capitol he finds himself staying at, he’ll realize it’s not just an annoyance buzzing away in his ear.
It’s a pulse coming from inside of his heart.
He might feel a tug, like an invisible rope has been lassoed about his heart and is tightening with unsteady tugs. Someone has captured him, ensnared his very soul; but who?
The magic whispers in his mind, foreign yet strangely familiar. It’s calling out with him, with words unintelligible but a message that’s all too clear: come.
He might try to resist it at first, or he might find the interference exciting.
Whatever his reaction is, he’ll have no choice but to follow. With every step the tug will grow stronger, and it will become harder and harder to resist.
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The water was cool and clear, and relatively calm in comparison to other sections of the Rapax. Here it ran so slowly you could see clear down to the smooth round stones decorating its floor; and, of course, you could see the stray fish that darted back and forth.
As the sun shines down and reflects off the surface of the water, a large splash breaks up the surface and sends hundreds of tiny droplets raining down like drops of gold. A whistle pierces the air, sharp and clear. Oliver arcs through the air like a bullet, his body wiggling, fur glinting, before dropping back down to the river with a similar crash. Submerged again, he darts off.
The river otter is a flash of brown that flies back and forth. He twists and turns, spins and rolls, his movements so graceful he seems more a dancer than a swimmer. He doesn’t know what’s brought him to the River; only that he’s here now.
Like Pan, there’s a ringing in his soul that tells him to stay, that whispers this is where you’re meant to be.
He doesn’t question it; he simply dances in time to the music that magic is playing in his veins. The same magic that is slowly but surely leading his bonded to him.
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Despite the border closures at Delumine, it is to this section of river that the magic brings Pan. The closer he gets, the more right it will feel: it’s as if the magic is humming in excitement, as if it can hardly wait for the meeting that is to come. Just a little farther, it tells the Vagabond. You’re almost there.
When he finally arrives at the river, the magic calls him closer still. He’ll be drawn to the edge, where the water laps at his ankles.
His bonded will be floating lazily down the river on his back, admiring some shell or rock or other trinket that he’s picked up during his adventures. But when he sees Pan, he’ll cast everything aside and swim to him.
For a moment, both the otter and the horse will be still as they stare into one another’s eyes, unsure what to make of the other. But something about the river otter will feel strangely familiar to Pan… he can’t quite place where he knows him from, only that he knows him.
Then Oliver will twist in excitement, returning to his dance from before.
”What took you so long?” he’ll seem to ask, not in words but in chatters that mean the same thing. ”I’ve been waiting ages!”
Pan has met his Bonded.
It might start off as an annoyance; with all the excitement going on - if murders and kidnapped queens could be considered exciting - it would become a distraction. But over time it will become more insistent, forming a rhythm of its own that beats away inside of his ear. And when Pan finally escapes the hubbub of whatever capitol he finds himself staying at, he’ll realize it’s not just an annoyance buzzing away in his ear.
It’s a pulse coming from inside of his heart.
He might feel a tug, like an invisible rope has been lassoed about his heart and is tightening with unsteady tugs. Someone has captured him, ensnared his very soul; but who?
The magic whispers in his mind, foreign yet strangely familiar. It’s calling out with him, with words unintelligible but a message that’s all too clear: come.
He might try to resist it at first, or he might find the interference exciting.
Whatever his reaction is, he’ll have no choice but to follow. With every step the tug will grow stronger, and it will become harder and harder to resist.
The water was cool and clear, and relatively calm in comparison to other sections of the Rapax. Here it ran so slowly you could see clear down to the smooth round stones decorating its floor; and, of course, you could see the stray fish that darted back and forth.
As the sun shines down and reflects off the surface of the water, a large splash breaks up the surface and sends hundreds of tiny droplets raining down like drops of gold. A whistle pierces the air, sharp and clear. Oliver arcs through the air like a bullet, his body wiggling, fur glinting, before dropping back down to the river with a similar crash. Submerged again, he darts off.
The river otter is a flash of brown that flies back and forth. He twists and turns, spins and rolls, his movements so graceful he seems more a dancer than a swimmer. He doesn’t know what’s brought him to the River; only that he’s here now.
Like Pan, there’s a ringing in his soul that tells him to stay, that whispers this is where you’re meant to be.
He doesn’t question it; he simply dances in time to the music that magic is playing in his veins. The same magic that is slowly but surely leading his bonded to him.
Despite the border closures at Delumine, it is to this section of river that the magic brings Pan. The closer he gets, the more right it will feel: it’s as if the magic is humming in excitement, as if it can hardly wait for the meeting that is to come. Just a little farther, it tells the Vagabond. You’re almost there.
When he finally arrives at the river, the magic calls him closer still. He’ll be drawn to the edge, where the water laps at his ankles.
His bonded will be floating lazily down the river on his back, admiring some shell or rock or other trinket that he’s picked up during his adventures. But when he sees Pan, he’ll cast everything aside and swim to him.
For a moment, both the otter and the horse will be still as they stare into one another’s eyes, unsure what to make of the other. But something about the river otter will feel strangely familiar to Pan… he can’t quite place where he knows him from, only that he knows him.
Then Oliver will twist in excitement, returning to his dance from before.
”What took you so long?” he’ll seem to ask, not in words but in chatters that mean the same thing. ”I’ve been waiting ages!”
Pan has met his Bonded.
@pan will slowly become aware of a buzzing in his ear, a hum that doesn't go away no matter how hard he tries. Over time it will intensify, unable to be ignored, and Pan will feel an invisible tug at his very soul. Should he choose to follow it, he'll be drawn to the ever-familiar Rapax River. There he will see Oliver floating down the stream, but when their eyes meet the otter will come to him at once.
Pan has (re) found his Bonded. c;
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Pan has (re) found his Bonded. c;
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