Post by Shei'ki\Agatha on Jul 15, 2008 20:18:25 GMT
In the direction of Metapha, five streaks of light ran across the night sky. At first, they seemed as bright, radiant stars, brighter than any other in the sky. As they drew closer, though, they were seen as constantly moving, in slow, graceful motions, and in variance of path. And they were getting bigger.
As the air whipped through Atsuko's Militia Cloak, she drank in the sensation of the telepathic communication she'd recieved. Among the Militiamen, she recieved it the best, for she was more than the face of the group... she was the leader, and for a reason. Her speed cut a little, and concern met her eyes. Her allies sped ahead a little, then spun and paused with her, matching her pace as they flew backwards on the wings of rain. A man with a red streak in his Militia Cloak's edges spoke up to her as they few, raising his voice so she'd hear him.
"Atsuko?" he inquired, and it was all he needed to say.
She furrowed her brow in determination, and frowned. "You all need to head back." she said, and they all seemed shocked. "Guard the town fiercely, we may have some... visitors tonight." she finished, speaking softly, but somehow reaching their ears with great ease. She was a goddess. It was her buisness to know things... but this... she could not penetrate the source, could not see through the words. That was more often than not a bad thing, for only a few kinds of beings would actively be able to repell her mind from their own, and only a couple were any kind of good news. Atsuko was more than a little worried.
Her allies were in a stupor, unable to believe their ears and eyes, like how people mill around when there is a car wreck and someone says "go call an ambulance" but didn't bother to specify who. Atsuko shook a little, and rose her voice. "Hurry! Go! Your wings will hold all night! Just go!" she commanded that time, and without so much as a tic of hesitation, they went.
As the air whipped through Atsuko's Militia Cloak, she drank in the sensation of the telepathic communication she'd recieved. Among the Militiamen, she recieved it the best, for she was more than the face of the group... she was the leader, and for a reason. Her speed cut a little, and concern met her eyes. Her allies sped ahead a little, then spun and paused with her, matching her pace as they flew backwards on the wings of rain. A man with a red streak in his Militia Cloak's edges spoke up to her as they few, raising his voice so she'd hear him.
"Atsuko?" he inquired, and it was all he needed to say.
She furrowed her brow in determination, and frowned. "You all need to head back." she said, and they all seemed shocked. "Guard the town fiercely, we may have some... visitors tonight." she finished, speaking softly, but somehow reaching their ears with great ease. She was a goddess. It was her buisness to know things... but this... she could not penetrate the source, could not see through the words. That was more often than not a bad thing, for only a few kinds of beings would actively be able to repell her mind from their own, and only a couple were any kind of good news. Atsuko was more than a little worried.
Her allies were in a stupor, unable to believe their ears and eyes, like how people mill around when there is a car wreck and someone says "go call an ambulance" but didn't bother to specify who. Atsuko shook a little, and rose her voice. "Hurry! Go! Your wings will hold all night! Just go!" she commanded that time, and without so much as a tic of hesitation, they went.
