Temple of the Ancient Order of the Whills
Dec 4, 2020 13:35:39 GMT -8
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Dec 4, 2020 13:35:39 GMT -8
Dažbog walked the hallways of the Temple, as one does when they had eternity, drinking a wonderful brew from a black ceramic mug with a chibi version of himself holding up two coffee mugs of its own. The Whill was dressed in his pajamas, unable to sleep. So he had decided to take a look around and see how things had been since the last time had posted in this thread. Not much had changed, but that was not necessarily a good thing. The bearded Whill paused mid-step as he heard a skittering noise, making his beard hairs tingle. He looked around, unsure of who else would be walking around the Temple during this house, but he always enjoyed it when anyone stopped by. Why would they be hiding though? To any mortals he had the appearance of a friendly elderly fellow who just happened to be in amazingly good shape. Nothing to be afraid of.
A blur passed in the Whill's peripheral, and he whipped around to confront whatever it was that was hiding from his sight. Yet he saw nothing. Sighing and taking another long sip from his mug, Dažbog shrugged and turned around to head back to his bedroom. When he turned around, before him stood the forty and a half centimeter member of the tridactyl species: a child, probably no older than fifty years or so, in a billowy robe-like garb almost too big for its tiny body. The youngling looked up at the towered being before him with its large eyes, cooing softly and reaching its hands up towards the Whill. Dažbog put his free hand on his hip as he frowned. "Now what are you doing out here? You should know better than to be out and about at this hour."
The child tilted its head in confusion at the Whill, unsure of how to answer. Dažbog took a tentative step towards the youngling, so as not to spook it, but was met with an animalistic hiss. "Come now. Let's get you back to bed." The child hissed again dropped down on all fours, arching its back, the bones in its small body changing position to accommodate its shift in form. The being's mouth widened, hidden retractable razor-sharp teeth extending down into its now gaping maw. A feral screech echoed past its lips as it attempted to intimidate the much taller being. The Whill raised an eyebrow in confusion, but knelt down, extending his hand to the now fully transformed tridactyl. While it still had the basic features of the Child that had visited the planet so long ago, it now moved upon all fours like a beast.
With another screech, the transformed child dodged the Whill's hand, using its improved claws, now much more like talons, to climb up the wall and onto the ceiling, calling out in a wild fury at the other being, hissing and spitting. The coffee god let out a huff, his frown deepening. He spoke in a firm tone of voice to the creature now leaving claw marks all over the Temple ceiling. "I'll give you to the count of three to come down from there..." The diminutive creature hissed again, arching its back even more. Dažbog held up his free hand and held up his pointer finger, indicating the number one. "One..." The small green creature roared out, baring its many rows of teeth capable of ripping into flesh. Dažbog brought up his middle finger along with his pointer, to show he had gotten to the next number. "Two..." With another fierce screech, the creature charged towards the Whill, still upon the ceiling. Small bits of stone fell down to the floor as the tiny beast's talons tore into it to gain speed and still be upside down. Dažbog raised his ring finger to join the other two, his frown contorting into an angry grimace, a fire igniting in his eyes. "Three..."
The tridactyl monster changed its direction as an attempt to confused its target, turning left and gaining even more momentum by climbing down the wall and then back onto the floor in a spiral. It used its powerful hind legs to launch itself up into the air and at the bearded Whill. It's jaw opened, and it clamped down on Dažbog's other arm, which was horizontal so as not to spill the mug of coffee he held in his hand. It gnawed and chewed on the Whill's appendage, but none of the seemingly mortal skin would break open. Still it continued its vain attempts to rip open the arm with its rows of fangs. Dažbog's enraged look softened suddenly, realizing the true reason the youngling had been up and about. He stroked the head of the mutated tridactly like a pet. "You just couldn't sleep cause you're teething, huh? You must be so agitated...Poor thing." Dažbog gripped the robe of the small beast and pulled it from his arm. Using the Force to keep his coffee mug afloat midair, the Whill willed into existence a teething ring next to it. The bearded coffee god shushed the still protesting creature, and held it like a baby in one arm. With his other hand he grabbed the teething ring from the air and put it in front of the transformed tridactly's mouth. With much delight it bit into the ring, which material it was made of had just enough give to satisfy and lessen the discomfort the youngling felt. As it chewed away at the ring, it slowly shifted back into its original form, that of a harmless tridactyl child.
Dažbog nodded his head in satisfied, making his way to the gift shop which totally did not sell overpriced cheap junk to make a profit at all, tickling the chin of the young being, smiling to himself. The child continued to chop down on the teething ring with teeth normal for its species. "I know...But you mustn't leave. What if we had a visitor and they had seen you?" The child cooed and looked up in confusion at the Whill's face. Dažbog nodded again, his smile turning upside down in sadness. "Yes, I'm afraid that it's time you go back to bed...But you can keep this..."The Whill wiggled the teething ring with his other hand. The child giggled, its big dark eyes sparkling with joy. "...so that you don't make me worry again."
Dažbog entered the gift shop near the entrance of the temple. Inside were replica artifacts for every Whill that had ever taken up the mantle, the most prominently displayed of which were the pointed hats. Close to the cash register, so as to encourage impulse buying, were shelves filled with (currently) unmoving replicas of the Child, as seen in the popular Disney+ show, the Mandalorian. Dažbog took hold of the child under both its arms and placed him in the vacant spot it had left. The tiny being waved its hands goodbye, with the Whill returning the gesture with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. The child bit into the teething ring a few more times before resuming its position to appear like an inanimate object. The life left its eyes, and they appeared to be nothing more than glass or plastic. It did not blink, it did not move, it did not even have a heart beat. It was as if it was nothing more than a toy. In its hand, however, it still held the teething ring.
Dažbog walked to the door to leave the gift shop, turning to look at the many full shelves of the Child replicas, waving to each of them. "Sleep well my little ones...Soon your time shall come..." The Whill nodded his head, satisfied with himself, before taking his coffee mug back into his grip. As he left he hummed a popular tune to himself, with a grin on his face. The Whill re-continued his walk around the Temple.
A blur passed in the Whill's peripheral, and he whipped around to confront whatever it was that was hiding from his sight. Yet he saw nothing. Sighing and taking another long sip from his mug, Dažbog shrugged and turned around to head back to his bedroom. When he turned around, before him stood the forty and a half centimeter member of the tridactyl species: a child, probably no older than fifty years or so, in a billowy robe-like garb almost too big for its tiny body. The youngling looked up at the towered being before him with its large eyes, cooing softly and reaching its hands up towards the Whill. Dažbog put his free hand on his hip as he frowned. "Now what are you doing out here? You should know better than to be out and about at this hour."
The child tilted its head in confusion at the Whill, unsure of how to answer. Dažbog took a tentative step towards the youngling, so as not to spook it, but was met with an animalistic hiss. "Come now. Let's get you back to bed." The child hissed again dropped down on all fours, arching its back, the bones in its small body changing position to accommodate its shift in form. The being's mouth widened, hidden retractable razor-sharp teeth extending down into its now gaping maw. A feral screech echoed past its lips as it attempted to intimidate the much taller being. The Whill raised an eyebrow in confusion, but knelt down, extending his hand to the now fully transformed tridactyl. While it still had the basic features of the Child that had visited the planet so long ago, it now moved upon all fours like a beast.
With another screech, the transformed child dodged the Whill's hand, using its improved claws, now much more like talons, to climb up the wall and onto the ceiling, calling out in a wild fury at the other being, hissing and spitting. The coffee god let out a huff, his frown deepening. He spoke in a firm tone of voice to the creature now leaving claw marks all over the Temple ceiling. "I'll give you to the count of three to come down from there..." The diminutive creature hissed again, arching its back even more. Dažbog held up his free hand and held up his pointer finger, indicating the number one. "One..." The small green creature roared out, baring its many rows of teeth capable of ripping into flesh. Dažbog brought up his middle finger along with his pointer, to show he had gotten to the next number. "Two..." With another fierce screech, the creature charged towards the Whill, still upon the ceiling. Small bits of stone fell down to the floor as the tiny beast's talons tore into it to gain speed and still be upside down. Dažbog raised his ring finger to join the other two, his frown contorting into an angry grimace, a fire igniting in his eyes. "Three..."
The tridactyl monster changed its direction as an attempt to confused its target, turning left and gaining even more momentum by climbing down the wall and then back onto the floor in a spiral. It used its powerful hind legs to launch itself up into the air and at the bearded Whill. It's jaw opened, and it clamped down on Dažbog's other arm, which was horizontal so as not to spill the mug of coffee he held in his hand. It gnawed and chewed on the Whill's appendage, but none of the seemingly mortal skin would break open. Still it continued its vain attempts to rip open the arm with its rows of fangs. Dažbog's enraged look softened suddenly, realizing the true reason the youngling had been up and about. He stroked the head of the mutated tridactly like a pet. "You just couldn't sleep cause you're teething, huh? You must be so agitated...Poor thing." Dažbog gripped the robe of the small beast and pulled it from his arm. Using the Force to keep his coffee mug afloat midair, the Whill willed into existence a teething ring next to it. The bearded coffee god shushed the still protesting creature, and held it like a baby in one arm. With his other hand he grabbed the teething ring from the air and put it in front of the transformed tridactly's mouth. With much delight it bit into the ring, which material it was made of had just enough give to satisfy and lessen the discomfort the youngling felt. As it chewed away at the ring, it slowly shifted back into its original form, that of a harmless tridactyl child.
Dažbog nodded his head in satisfied, making his way to the gift shop which totally did not sell overpriced cheap junk to make a profit at all, tickling the chin of the young being, smiling to himself. The child continued to chop down on the teething ring with teeth normal for its species. "I know...But you mustn't leave. What if we had a visitor and they had seen you?" The child cooed and looked up in confusion at the Whill's face. Dažbog nodded again, his smile turning upside down in sadness. "Yes, I'm afraid that it's time you go back to bed...But you can keep this..."The Whill wiggled the teething ring with his other hand. The child giggled, its big dark eyes sparkling with joy. "...so that you don't make me worry again."
Dažbog entered the gift shop near the entrance of the temple. Inside were replica artifacts for every Whill that had ever taken up the mantle, the most prominently displayed of which were the pointed hats. Close to the cash register, so as to encourage impulse buying, were shelves filled with (currently) unmoving replicas of the Child, as seen in the popular Disney+ show, the Mandalorian. Dažbog took hold of the child under both its arms and placed him in the vacant spot it had left. The tiny being waved its hands goodbye, with the Whill returning the gesture with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. The child bit into the teething ring a few more times before resuming its position to appear like an inanimate object. The life left its eyes, and they appeared to be nothing more than glass or plastic. It did not blink, it did not move, it did not even have a heart beat. It was as if it was nothing more than a toy. In its hand, however, it still held the teething ring.
Dažbog walked to the door to leave the gift shop, turning to look at the many full shelves of the Child replicas, waving to each of them. "Sleep well my little ones...Soon your time shall come..." The Whill nodded his head, satisfied with himself, before taking his coffee mug back into his grip. As he left he hummed a popular tune to himself, with a grin on his face. The Whill re-continued his walk around the Temple.
