- Pronouns
- They/them
Tensions were at an all time high with humanity. Messenger spirits ran through, fast as the wind would allow. The monstruous folk gathered in their forests or friendly cities, and within, the sound of hooves on the pavement was thunderous and never ending. For transport, to fend off nervousness or for pleasure. It was easy to find monsters trotting or galloping in the streets. Portals opened and closed faster than the human government could register. There had been some fights, light attrocities, but the big question was still in the air.
Interdimensional refugees, Ezra had called them. Estraven had known this wisp for some time. They carried themself with determination and fury, with an innate magnetism that drew in the curious and the damned. They had been on Earth for a couple of generations, enough for a few to love and let live. Also more than enough for tainted minds and powerful individuals to stir trouble. Ezrael was somehow in between. Estraven leaned less and less toward letting live and loving full time. And more to a middle position, his doubt and rage fueled by humanity's dying planet. By Ezrael's rallies, and his nightly whispers in his ears. It was intense, but fiery and demanding.
The next portal Estraven saw, he didn't expect. It wasn't magical, or smelled like a thunderstorm. His deer half alerted him, and he stopped in his tracks, unsheathing his lance and readying for battle. He was barely a hundred years old, with shorter hair, fur, and barely a shadow of a beard. He wore a navy corset belt around his upper waist, over a light blue shirt. On his deer half, saddlebags and other curious contraptions, plus weapons. Behind him were his sons Senda, a white deer-like monster very similar to Ezra but barely pushing 40. Very young, who wore yellow flowery fabrics. And Klaus, a human baby on a carrier on Estraven's back. But not for long, as Senda grabbed the baby in a rush. He'd seen portals before, and none were like this. Both Estraven and his direct animalistic descendant pinned their ears back. The youngest ready to run off if necessary, to scream for help and sound an alarm. Even if the people in the closest village must be on their way already.
Interdimensional refugees, Ezra had called them. Estraven had known this wisp for some time. They carried themself with determination and fury, with an innate magnetism that drew in the curious and the damned. They had been on Earth for a couple of generations, enough for a few to love and let live. Also more than enough for tainted minds and powerful individuals to stir trouble. Ezrael was somehow in between. Estraven leaned less and less toward letting live and loving full time. And more to a middle position, his doubt and rage fueled by humanity's dying planet. By Ezrael's rallies, and his nightly whispers in his ears. It was intense, but fiery and demanding.
The next portal Estraven saw, he didn't expect. It wasn't magical, or smelled like a thunderstorm. His deer half alerted him, and he stopped in his tracks, unsheathing his lance and readying for battle. He was barely a hundred years old, with shorter hair, fur, and barely a shadow of a beard. He wore a navy corset belt around his upper waist, over a light blue shirt. On his deer half, saddlebags and other curious contraptions, plus weapons. Behind him were his sons Senda, a white deer-like monster very similar to Ezra but barely pushing 40. Very young, who wore yellow flowery fabrics. And Klaus, a human baby on a carrier on Estraven's back. But not for long, as Senda grabbed the baby in a rush. He'd seen portals before, and none were like this. Both Estraven and his direct animalistic descendant pinned their ears back. The youngest ready to run off if necessary, to scream for help and sound an alarm. Even if the people in the closest village must be on their way already.