Thread: Cursed with Prophecy

Moonling looked a bit down, with a gentle smile as Chandra complimented her on her name. I don't.. Tell it very often.. I'm not particularly.. Popular. Among my people. Thats why everyone calls me Moonling. She explained, chuckling a bit. She shook her head at Chandra's apology, smiling again. I'm.. Quite sure it won't be the last time I.. Mess up this planets customs, or misunderstand something you, or any other says. The races here are all so.. Hasty. Even those of you with immortal blood. She said, as they where on their way to the control room. Oh.. Not. That there is anything bad about that.. I.. Sometimes wished we didn't live this long. She said, almost sounding a bid morbid. Slither grinned at the threat from Chandra, the smack not really having been felt. She held her hands up in a defensive stature, moving her behind slightly, to let Chandra take the clothes, but not without almost touching her behind. As Chandra kept asking questions, Moonling's eyes traveled further and further south. Her eyes filled with shame, and every single tentacle of her hair, clamered close against her red skin, not moving an inch. Slither tilt her head lightly, observing Moonling's reactions, until her eyes started turning watery. Hey.. Chandra. It's.. Hurting her. She said, trying to calm Chandra a bit down, to let Moonling explain herself, before she put more accusations with a 'you' in front. Moonling slowly shook her head. I'm.. Just a Seer... She mumbled, and after that remained silent again. It came without doubt, that she was immensely ashamed of her peoples actions. Her father's actions. She knew everything Chandra had said was the truth. Yet there was nothing she could've done about it. She was cursed with blood of the unclean, and a vision of Doom. She could only tell what she saw, and then sit back. As Tank spoke, Moonling now remained silent. Slither looked up to tank, pouting lightly as she tilt her head. If.. I had limitless powers.. That I didn't know entirely.. I would be trying to learn further. And if he's been imprisoned his entire life, and only just broke out now. I doubt he has any idea what he is capable of. And in that case, he'd only be even more dangerous. There might even be a chance that explosion will be here.. But. Not be on purpose... She said, shrugging lightly. Emilia looked up to Chandra with a smile as she was spoken to. She had remained silent as the others spoke, having realized this was a bit serious. She spun around in her chair a few times, efore pushing towards her computer. Oookydoky! Tracking Spacy Invaders! She mumbled to herself, as she started waving her hands over the screens, only really herself knowing what the hell she was doing. Slither smiled at the question, leaning a bit to her side so her tail could reach CHandra, wrapping around her ankle again. You know my answer.. I'm helping you, what ever danger the mission might be.. She said, as the tail stroked up her thigh, before letting go again, but Slither's eyes remained on Chandra with a caring glance. She couldn't let Chandra go on this mission on her own, even if she was actually afraid of the danger it carried. Her race was extreemly protective over those they cared for. And Slither loved Chandra, and could never let her come in danger, without being there herself, or if she'd been ordered back. Even though Chandra was both faster and stronger then her. The only thing she really carried over Chandra, was her flexibility. There is nooo signs of other crafts, such as Moony's capsule.. Almost like he didn't travel in thingy.. Oh, and I'm coming! Who else would be carrying Betty? She asked with a grin, leaning forward in her chair. Moonling glanced a bit up as she was asked about special characteristics. She slowly shook her head, and walked to the computer again. She looked down to Emilia, who nodded towards the laptop, allowing her to use it again. She put her hand on the transparent screen, as she explained, her tentacles still completely still, and eyes still sorrowful. She had never really come over her race's actions, caused by her vision. Because of her word, an entire race had been whipped out, and an infant ripped from it's mother. The Arkthorian don't just.. 'barely' Morph. They are the Masters of that, and there will be no way of telling who it is, except. That he is Coldblooded. She explained, as the tentacles from her wrists, pressed several places on the screen. This.. Is the last image we have of him. She said, as an image was widened on the screen. A humanoid figure was standing in a well lit room, staring at the camera, but engulfed in darkness, so they couldn't actually see how he looked, could only see the shining blue eyes, and a faint blue aura around his hands. And this. Is the last video feed of him. She explained, as a video came up. It was of a guard in a hallway, firing his weapon down the hallway, until a blackish creature could be seen nearl him, holding it's hands out towards the guard, only to pull his hands apart, as the guard's body was ripped apart as well. The creature ran so fast, that it passed through the blood that sprayed from the morbid display, and it was barely possible to see what it was. But Moonling paused it, and turned it a bit back, so they could see him before he disappeared. The creature was almost shaped like a wherewolf, capable of runningon two legs, but sprinting much faster on four. Only, this creatures skin was pitch black, and it had tentacles for hair, just like Divine and Moonling. The.. Arkthorian.. Are a. Sister race, to.. Our own. She mumbled silently, reminding them that they almost slew kin, when the massacre went on. But she didn't try to defend herself. Even though she had'nt exactly commited the crime, nor liked it. It was her fault it happened.