03-26-2016, 12:08 AM
Quote:Default Nexus thread -- I suggest checking that it's in before you jump in.
Unraveling itself from one of the columns of this new fountain, a flying fish stretches both ovular mouth and linear wings in a long, wide yawn.
It had respawned quite some time ago -- nearly a couple weeks, in fact -- and, as might have been expected of it, had spent the time sleeping.
No matter what came about -- arguments, battles, even all-out war -- the voidling was absolutely determined to finally (or would that be "again"?) get some (not-so-)well-earned rest.
And so it had, blacking out completely, its limp, practically lifeless body utterly empty of thoughts, even dreams.
Being truly dead for a few days was not only not enough, it hadn't even begun to compare to the dead sleep that the thing had now been allowed to endure.
But now, somewhat unfortunately, it was awake again.
The fish arches a shining dorsal fin, colorful lights coursing across its sides, and emits a couple mindless beeping noises while something else shimmers beside the now rundown fountain.
Tossing itself to the ground, slick and wet thanks to the structure's broken bowl and ever-flowing water, the fish wriggles itself over to the brightness as its shape settles down into a solid form.
Something simple this time, nothing spectacular, new or even interesting in the slightest -- just a horse, a plain old, ordinary dark brown equine with snowy speckles spattered over its haunches.
With a grand old flip the fish, body already shrunk into a more...well, more fish-sized figure -- throws itself onto the animal until it's hanging, draped across its back and just behind the shoulders.
Still a bit snoozy, the fish gives the horse a careless, slapping tap with its tail till the animal's off, heading towards who-knows-where -- and so long as it's somewhere it hasn't yet been, then the quilted glass creature couldn't give a care.