Pasithea Makara

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As you wake, you find yourself drawn to the center of the island. There's a strange, sweet scent in the air that is unusual for this time of year ... it has a strong floral smell. Roses, perhaps? The air appears hazy and pink, as if the sunrise continued to linger, and the very smell of it seems to put you in a good mood.

You follow along a familiar path to a even-more-familiar small pond. And yet, it's different. The pond seems larger. In fact, everything seems larger ... even all the lilypads. They seem large enough to jump on, and seem to be making a bridge toward a strange, sweet-smelling tunnel. Will you enter it?

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Makara

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She had woken that day nestled in the thick fur of whatever animal it was that the tree had given her, a bear or something with thick plush fur, and she yawned a squeaky sound as she rolled around her pelt. Sapphire eyes blinked to stare outside her den at the day the beamed outside, the sun shining its warmth and welcoming her outside to play.

She giggled and smiled, knowing Ozzy wouldn’t want her to stay in her home and sulk the days away, pulling herself up to tiny paws to pad outside and take a deep whiff of the crisp morning air. Pasithea pulled herself up and grinned into the bright morning. Suddenly she felt a pulling, something tugging at her breast as she cocked a head and stared off towards the middle of the island.

An unknown unseen force beckoned her further with invisible fingers curling and she followed without hesitation.

As she continued on she noticed the scents of… Was that Roses…? In winter…? Stopping the female cocked her head to the left and narrowed her eyes to stare into the area that seemed to expand where it didn’t before…?

Slowing her steps the femme pressed on and noticed the lake that used to be there was… Somehow larger, and the lily pads that were once small and filled the lake were now huge and expanded across the top of the lake like large hands splayed out for her to be held in…

Squealing, the girl was suddenly filled with excitement and hopped into the air excitedly. She could feel elation filling her body, her eyes alight with wonder and she raced forward to the lake. The air was warm and thick around her, the aroma of hibiscus and roses overwhelming her and she placed a careful paw onto one of the pads.

It seemed to support her weight and she walked her entire little self onto one of those pads.

Giggling, she smelled at the lily pad, making sure it would hold her completely, and when she was satisfied with its support she hopped a few times on it before bouncing from one pad to another.

Woohoo! She exclaimed as she skipped across the pond that was now a lake.

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As time passed, the sting lessened. But it did not go away — no, it deepened. The pain of loss settled into his bones, causing a heaviness within him that would weight him down by his feet. It was a strange feeling ... almots ... like he was trapped in this body. He hadn't felt like himself lately; but he would put on smiles and a show for those that passed by.

He could not help, sometimes, to wonder if he was a curse. And not just upon this plane, but upon every plane he'd existed in prior. Perhaps there was a reason he had previously been an emotionless snake — perhaps it was but a defense mechanism to soften the feeling of mourning and loss.

Everyone seemed to drift from him.

Even his soul-bound had drifted away.

Everyone ...

... all but Pasi.

And so, when the pink sunrise stirred him, he would seek her comfort. The man would lift himself, pulling forth from the mouth of his beachside den and blinking into the air that was ... far too pink, even for sunrise. Makara would hum, nostrils flaring as the overwhelming scent of floral rose surrounded him. And he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as relaxation cascaded through his tense muscles.

He would follow, deep into the heartlands of the Cosmic Isle, chasing the saline and floral scent of Pasithea as he wove through the rosy mist. Eventually, he would reach the pond, his eyes blinking a few times in disbelief as he noticed the change — the pond was huge, dotted with massive lily pads.

Pasi had already found the playground, her smaller body darting daringly across the abnormal flora with a few chiming laughs. Makara would smile, a smile that warmed him from his depths as he neared the edge of the pond to watch her dance. He could almost see the trails she left in her wake, her smaller body trapezing through the heavy, rose-colored tint that hovered over him.

Was he ... dreaming?

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Makara

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Pasi didn't notice him in her joy, her excitement, no she was far too enthralled by the giant pads under her feet. They felt... Almost squishy, near slimy, but not slick under her pads. She felt her weight push them down slightly as she twirled and bounced like an elated pup.

The winds shifted under that hue of pink, suddenly the mixture of flowers, vanilla, melon and warm sand reached her nostrils and she stopped mid air over one of the pads. Landing heavily on it on her stomach, splayed out to face her dear friend and giggled with clenched eyes. Maka! The Fallen Goddess exclaimed with a tinge of sweetness to her tones.

She couldn't help but giggle again as she opened her eyes and rose to her small feet, her tail waving over her hindquarters as she hopped towards the man and landed on the bank in front of him. Pasithea crouched before him, bending slightly at his feet as she closed her eyes again with warmth radiating from her core.

Her dark blues were lightened and tinged pink with the light of the sky above them, her body was warmed by the sunlight and her eyes were turned a brighter blue if that was even possible. The Goddess was indeed swathed in light and love today and it flowed from her like a river.

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Her voice erupted from the swell of warm pinks, calling to him. "Maka!" Her giggles rang through his ears like chiming bells, and the smile on his lips would pull upward with all the warmth he felt in his core. His tail would wave behind him, his pink eyes brightening as if the very curse in his soul was being slowly and steadily cast out.

Thanks to her.

Pasi, he would return with a soft fondness, lowering his muzzle to press his nose gently against her cheek in greeting. The warmth of her soul was a healing salve, and he could not help but want her closer. There was a tingle on his skin as their fur mingled, his breath gentle against the edge of her face.

After a few moments of enjoyment of their embrace, the dragon would lift his head back toward the pink sky. He would, once more, notice the lily pads. What's going on? Are we ... sharing a dream?

Makara would stand, carefully maneuvering himself next to Pasi while getting closer to the edge of the water. He would take his paw and bat at one of the lilypads, as if questioning its very existence.

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Makara

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With the press of his nose against her cheek she giggled, feeling a flood of warmth wash over her, she bent her head slightly as if trying to hide a blush from his view as she nuzzled into him a little more at the sound of her name. After a moment Makara raised his head to gaze upon the bright brilliant sky above them and questioned its purpose, whether they were sharing a dream, and she tipped her head to follow his gaze.

Perhaps.. Whatever it is... It's beautiful... Pasithea mused, her voice trailing off as he eyes glazed over with a soft hazy mist, her furs tinged with the colorations from above. The large man came to sit beside her and batted at the lily pads before them. The giant tables sitting on the surface of the water, the things large enough to hold the small wolf up, and she giggled at him.

I didn't know they got so large... Pasi commented, watching the man play like a cat with the green hands that spread across the liquid before them. Perhaps... Perhaps this was meant for just us... The goddess thought out loud, her pale eyes blinking a few times as she smiled warmly upon the Dragon man.

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For a few moments, the pair shared in a soft, wordless embrace. Their fur twining and their warmth shared as they basked in the pink light of this strange dream — together. The dragon could not help but smile, feeling somehow giddier, as if bubbles were lifting his chest. His smile was gentle; his smile was for her.

It is beautiful, he agreed warmly, and yet his gaze lingered on her this time, as if paying no attention to the supernatural world around them.

After a few moments, they’d both turn toward the unusual environment, and Makara would bat at the lily pads that had grown to an other worldly size. “Perhaps… Perhpas this was meant just for us…” He’d swivel his gaze for a moment, the softness of his smile flickering with playfulness as he began to wave his tail. We shouldn’t waste it, then, he would say, offering a smile as he turned back toward the water.

After a moment of calculation, the man would launch, throwing his body from the shore and aiming toward one of the pads. As he landed, the gelatinous plant wobbled and wheezed beneath his weight. A splash of water flew up, flooding at his paws … and he half expected to go under. And yet … he stood. The dragon would wobble, uneasy on his paws as he let out a laugh.

It’s like walking on water! There was a childish quality to his voice as he turned his head toward Pasi, stumbling a bit and nearly falling straight off. Woah, ha ha! He caught himself, but just barely. Gradually, he turned himself toward her, finally seeming to understand his balance.

So much for the graceful dragon.

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