Velie

"The future is too bright to be abandoned."

A golden-haired woman clad in a black dress lie constrained, silenced amidst a living- breathing blackness. Fleshy dark appendages curl over every inch of her body, forbidding even the slightest twitch of her muscles; occasionally contracting tightly should she even dare resist. An indeterminate amount of time has passed like this- but it isn't her life that concerns her now. *It* should be ready, it HAD to be ready. Life in the physical world was fickle as was, if that monster were to truly sink her teeth into it; nigh none would survive. "I'm fortunate she's so assured of her own power." The woman thinks to herself, cracking the tiniest smirk- "Let's begin."

Immense orchid-tinged energies coalesce around her in a spiral; the woman wincing and and straining, focusing every last drop of her might. Her veins and eyes themselves now burning with a violet glow. In her mind- he comes into a view, an ivory furred catboy leisurely walking down an old beaten country road. "Thank the stars....he's alright." She muses within her mind, a veritable cascade of hyacinth like tears streaming warmly down her face. "Come to me, my child." She wills. All at once, a tremendous crash as if the creator himself had let forth a roar of fury bounds throughtout the unknown darkened place. Steaming with heat, glowing in front of her now, is the confused silvery catboy- his tail furling and ears twiching as he tries to take in his whereabouts.

What happened? Celie holds a slender hand in front of his face, its form barely visible in this blackness. He was just traveling from a pleasant town just a moment ago- what is all of this? "Child." a voice echoes softly throughout his skull. In the darkness, his beady inky cat eyes snap to its source. It wasn't a sound, yet somehow he could ascertain the source of it. His eyes widen in shock and horror- a woman is trapped, gripped by fleshy.......*things* that seem to coat the entire "floor" and every inch of this place! "This is a nightmare. This has to be." he concludes, shaking. "Child, don't worry. Come to me- touch your lips to my forehead, and you shall know everything." Somehow, some way, he *knows* he can trust her; despite the very real insanity that seems to encroach all around him.

Celie scrambles forward hesistantly, bit by bit, minding all of the horrific looking tendrils that course eagerly against his soft fur. In time, he trips; his foot snagged on the "ground" below- sending him tumbling atop the restrained woman whose beckon he's answering to. The catboy flushes a tad under his fur, she's stunning. She's warm, unlike the rest of this place- and her eyes, a ruby shade, seem to exhude a soothing brilliance that caresses him and sets his mind to rest. "The forehead, dear." The soft voice reminds him. "Oh! Uh, right." he squeaks out, embarrassed- shifting his legs a little. A set of rosy, pursed, catboy lips press themselves against the woman's forehead gently with a tiny wet smack. A rush of information, places, people, strange magics, ancient things no men know flood Celie's head- an overload that shocks all of his senses. But most importantly is one memory, a recent one, the girlish catboy slinks his face into his hands and abruptly begins bawling- louder than he ever had in his entire life. "Mom.......I, I've always wanted to meet you." Small pattering raindrops fall rhythmically onto the woman.

"I know, Celie. Me too." Vyrie sounds out across his mind, she too losing her composure as she weeps softly amongst her restraints. Without signal or warning, two fuzzy white arms wrap themselves around her and grab snugly, trying desperately to force the tendrils off of their victim. "It's okay dear, I'm fine!" She reassures him with a tender voice. "As to why I've called you here, as you well know now-" she continues, "Your travels, your life, your *experiences*, everything up until now has garnered you power; my son. Power that we NEED to drive back this...wickedness. Not for myself, but so that this world doesn't see a living hell, like many before it. We..." she pauses, collecting her thoughts, "We need to combine as one being, for now. We will be able to separate once this is said and done, but for now, I need your strength....please, my child. I can only pray that you forgive me for being such a horrible mother, this is our first time meeting and yet-" The thoughts halt flowing once a warm velvety cheek presses against her own, "It's okay mom, I understand." he whispers assuringly. "Once this is all over we can split just like you said, right? We'll have all the time in the world, then." The catboy smiles whilst his mother weeps.

Some time later, a thundrous blast not unlike the most fierce cracks of raging lightning surges throughout the darkness. There she stands, a woman with silvery cat ears and a light-red hyacinth adorning her aqua dress. She seems to exude the very essence of life itself, the corrupt, horrid "things" in this place curl away in fear and terror from her every step and gesture. "Vyria, you *will not* have this world." She speaks, the intensity of her words singeing the air around her. A warm golden light expands from her fingers with a brisk snap- and in an instant, countless bloodcurdling shrieks from innumerable wicked beings cry out all at once in agonizing pain. "Farewell." She says softly, whilst a riftway to the physical world then widens and immediately pops into existence in a flash right before her. The woman steps through it without hesitation or looking back and onto a bustling city street. "It begins."

Quick Stats:

Age: ???

Race: Cat-Goddess

Gender: Intersex (Hermaphrodite)

Powers: ???

Height: 5 feet 10 inches

Relationships (* Indicates a canon relationship):

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