Nimbös ¬ Lion's Skye.

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[Sorano]

The screaming wind carried the crisp air to her nostrils as she sought refuge from the elements beneath a conveniently placed overhang of stone. Large droplets splashed off the rocks puddling right outside of the makeshift entrance. Ripple after ripple caught her attention, watching as one dissipated and another took its place.

This weather was not exactly the best traveling weather for any, but the call: the beautiful call, held strengths that even this storm could not hold a candle to.

Her feet were placed firmly on the ground, knees bent, while her arms rested atop them. Her chin swivelled upon her arm as her eyes danced from sight to sight. This place, much unlike the other, had the same pull, and like a moth to a flame, she did not refuse it--Not for a moment.

Disheveled locks of ghostly blonde littered her forehead as her lids became heavy. She had lost track of the time spent in this one location, but knew that soon she would need to move on. Her heart was telling her she was close, so very close. Waiting, was getting more difficult to do, bless her patience, that was getting her through.

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[justify:2m4wq7r2]Nestled high in the heavens above wailing skies that cried so violently was an omniscient eye that saw all. Eye of infinite sight who resides in nirvana; what could possibly have piqued your attention here under the clouds? He didn't answer my call, but called upon another who was in a situation in semblance to my own-- henceforth, ours. To you he called within the form of a serene melody. Sung by heavenly entities atop of oppurtunic tunes were quite addictive, I know. Surely you felt the same way?

You've come to me. A deep pitched vocal, enveloped with digital attributes and a majestic awe spoke out. Were there questions stowed away in that mind of yours, now was the time to voice whatever, whenever, however you feel. Seldom was such possible.

Entered; the Recreational God.[/justify:2m4wq7r2]

[Sorano]

Those creamy mocha hues did not avert heaven bound. Nay, they closed. The vibrations of the voice, so haunting, so welcoming, resonated through her chest. Defined lips parted in a silent sigh, as she indulged in every last syllable offered to her, though few they were, she felt complete.

Of course I came. A whisper finally uttered. Gentle, soft, grateful was her voice. Her heart pounded with a fury that drowned out all else, save for that voice which could be heard through the violence of a hurricane should it wish to.

Your call ... She sighed as a lover might. More then addicted to the pull, the sheer request of it made her move without delay. I could not have denied it even if I wished to. Admittance.

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[justify:h87wlk34]You've come to me impure. It's evident the Light Bearer did not cleanse your poor, tainted soul, and it is why you must attend to a passage of sullen rain, god's fingers-- lightning --and callous winds. It is only then you're worthy of my presence.

Through the rain Sorano was to walk, for the downpour would wash away all of her sins. The light would bless her soul with longevity and Tellus Maters love. Lastly, the scolding winds would dry her off, ridding her of burdens and a past life. She would be born anew through this passage of righteousness. A world differed would bestow itself to new eyes should she trek on.

Do not fear the environment... accept it. Welcome it. Traverse the passage as far as your legs will carry you. At the end of this road, you will meet me.[/justify:h87wlk34]

[Sorano]

The words echoed over and over in her mind. Back to him, her thoughts would go. Please tell me I will not forget. She wished never to forget that meeting, those eyes, that voice, his scent. Ever.

However, she knew what needed to be done at any sacrifice, and she was not afraid.

Within an instant she was out among the rains. Though fierce wind, the rain drops felt like loving tendrils caressing her flesh, kissing every inch of her. Forward she moved on, just as directed. Warmth filled her body, her being as she became drenched to the bone.

The wind howled and twisted her clothes about her body, blowing her hair wildly around her petite features. Yet onward she went. Her arms opened to the elements of her saving grace, accepting the love that only the blessed Goddess might bestow her.

Because, in the end, she knew she would meet....

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[justify:3syp435o]Benign bolts of heat known to be incinerating would reach from the clouds and beyond, only to touch several areas on Soran's lithe frame. Repeatedly they'd strike her painlessly, stripping the attire off her flesh so she would roam bare like Hume way before her time. The winds would clear any form of cloth that lingered to Sorano's body afterward. The rain would wash over flesh-- its cold touch would render her flesh insipid.

In order to attain a higher learnering, you must remember to forget, and learn again. The path to purity had begun. Her soul would soon ascend to a place only few were blessed to visit.[/justify:3syp435o]

[Sorano]

Streaks of light would electrify the sky, illuminating the darkest corner the eye could see. To her flesh they would travel, seeking her out to succeed in their purpose. Deep breaths helped her maintain her composure as she soon became bare, naked, vulnerable.

Not a sound was released from her lips. She understood what she was being told. In her heart she knew that these gods would not allow the pair to never intertwine again. Tucking that thought away, holding her head high, forward her foot falls would carry her.

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[justify:2k2w1fw3]Electrical activity increased ten fold; as if the heavens were at war within itself. Hellacious skies cried with thunder, and light blanketed the entire region of Nimbos. The winds had ceased as well as the rain, but the theatrical lights were persistant, for they had their duties bestowed upon them from a greater power. But even then, the lights would die off, and the thunder would linger behind with hope of its return.

Upon the path Sorano journeyed, an ebony lion whose mane defined excess, sat by a large bolder-- waiting for Sorano it seemed, and as she neared, his eyes would leer through her. The animals frame was wartorn yet built to endure several hundred more fights to the death.

"It is through me, your soul shall become stronger. Your heart will grow larger and pump blood true to only those of Tellus Mater and Exus Prime. I will give you clothing. I will give you food... but it is your job to slay me." The lion spoke to Sorano while situating itself in a pouncing manner. Sorano had one weapon to use, and said weapon was what brought her here. Should she use this weapon; this sentiment-- only then were she capable.[/justify:2k2w1fw3]

[Sorano]

The path was long, but the journey seemed to take no time at all. Her eyes befell the great beast of the most beautiful ebony. A gasp momentarily escaped her lips, yet she held her head high, and locked her gaze to his.

His words struck her like a mighty blow. Slay him? Her tongue ran out across her lips, as her hands came to her head, sliding back her hair from her face. Space was closed between her and the lion with a few steps, and her hand came to rest upon the mane that screamed strength.

It is not in my desire to take from you, but to give. It is with my heart I think. If that is wrong of me, then worthy I am not. Her lips met the top of his head in a gentle fluid motion. Her heart sang, her spirit felt free, her words were less then a whisper near his ear. If am I to die here today, I will die not feeling as though my life was worthless. May Tellus Mater bless you for this.

She stepped away from the beautiful monster, and closed her eyes. I am yours, take me and do with me what is right. Deeply she inhaled and waited for the destiny that was to be hers. The destiny that would soon be bestowed upon her.

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[justify:1j700wxf]Whilst the gentle touch felt upon a cranium that wielded a maw large enough to swollow her whole, a roar would reverberate from the lion's innards. Sound waves undulated ever so violent, and shortly after such, Sorano's last thought would be that of the animal's razor sharp teeth attempting to devour her alive. With death on her mind, she would only come back to with a change of heart, a change of clothing, and a single memory: the day she met Rocsephon.

Awaken. Your new life awaits you. This was the completion of the second part of the Renewal Ritual. The time to receive her handle was next to come. Ask no questions. Know no answers. Carry on anew, with firearms from the Gods.[/justify:1j700wxf]

[Sorano]

Eyes held tightly shut clamped harder as the roar deafened even the lowliest of creatures. She turned her face away, pulled her shoulders inward and winced as she felt the fangs of the beast indulge in her flesh.

Death, so sweet, so welcome should it be her time to answer its call. Willingly she would embrace it and cherish the memories of the life she was blessed with. Death, however, sought not her soul on this eve. Life– that was her fate.

Awaken. Your new life awaits you.

Words that would forever be etched in her mind. With the command, her eyes did open. It all seemed more vibrant, more meaningful....so much more beauty. Complete. That voice once more took hold of her essence, and a smile grew upon her facade.

A new start with an old friend, least...the memory of him. Again, she continued down a path, silently. The same path? Of course not. Her path.

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• [justify:5idq7bq8]"Ey, you." His voice softly cascaded through an undulating space which divided the pair. "I have something special for you, Sorano." Charismic, honey glazed vocals sung out once more; speaking of a gift he had on display within the palm of his hand. A brown leather strap hung heavily from an open palm. The straps were attached to large compartments that housed two revolvers of diverse attributes. One was platinum, the other was gold. One was named Xolomon, and the other; Xeshua.
  
  "The Recreational God has blessed me with this opportunity, Sorano. This exact moment in time is so very significant for myself and others. Take these gifts from God. Xolomon and Xeshua are living entities and will defend you and will only fire for you. Both are unique in their own way... for instance: Xolomon is your strength. He uses Renovatio's Miasma to fire concussive blasts that not only shatter bones, but nullifies all of mana and or other energies.... even your own. Xeshua on the other hand, uses the elements of Mana; firing rounds that can change landscapes or using the elements within itself."
  
  Enter: Alter-verse, Rocsephon.[/justify:5idq7bq8]

[Sorano]

Her path that carried her to him. His voice was like the sweet whisper of a honey bees wings. Calming her inside, and provoking her to move toward him with more speed. “Hello.” She searched the man over, knowing not who he was, but this journey, had many twists and turns......ask no questions.

An outstretched hand offered a holster and two revolvers. Instinctively, instead of grabbing the smooth leather strap, both hands went toward the weapons. The cool metal felt heavenly in her hands. Gently she eased her palms over the grips and wrapped her digits around them.

“Xolomon, and Xeshua.” Her words were toward them, not to him. However, as he spoke of their beauty she hung on his every word. She felt connected to them, breathed with him. She nodded at his conclusion and caressed the pair as awe filled her features.

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• [justify:1x93ogfj]"They're beautiful aren't they? Many a warrior in heaven are envious of you since you've been gifted. Just be careful, for these Weapons of God, Xolomon mainly. He's the bad conscience, and Xeshua is the good. They both will instill their thoughts into you, to persuade you to do what they think is right. Allow them to continuously make decisions for you... they will become you, and you will be lost for all eternity."
  
  Despite his news, his facade still portrayed a blissful smile; exhibiting pearl white dental work behind the flesh of his peach lips. About-facing nonchalantly as if something else had to be attended to. "My world needs me now, Sorano. So I must leave.... But I have a favor to ask. Tell my alternate counterpart that Tellus Mater truly loves me... us... so look no more." He spoke while walking to a shadow that existed despite the arbitrary flashes of light. He waved some as his right foot breached the barrier that seperated this universe from his own.[/justify:1x93ogfj]