Week 1: After The Cocoon. . .
As their two bodies had fallen into each other the shard had shattered around them, bursting in light as both had a burning desire to stay alive. Their identities, their Rukh bonded together as the shard worked with and shaped forth a new body. Rukh fluttered around, gathering like a pool. Tendrils of the white energy wrapped around forming something similar to a cocoon around the body. As the shell of light started to focus and bloom outward it burst out like a shining sunflower that shined brighter than the actual sun. The shard gone, these two identities now bonded into one new form, ready to move forward with a new identity.
Covered in white energy slight bend of their knee, rising to a stand. Glittering off the energy like leaving a trail of wind they walked forward breaking the cocoon off them. The tendrils coursing through their body spourting once more from his back as six large wings flung. Strenchthing the wings back giving them extra length before relining them with his body compressing for a smaller size. What had bloomed? A angelic creature with no prior knowledge, he would press forward to a clear open in a patch of grass.
G… G- ..Gah!... A-.. Agh!! UGH….. asnknjjfnsksjknn?!
Distorted tones came out the boys. Not focused, blossomed, or brilliant. A rough emerald, with no one to polish it up. As he spoke in tongues wild and bothered there came a point black rukh swarmed, and fluttered. One half of his mind had awoken. Releasing all it held pit inside, sweat dripped, mugus ran, arms dislocated and legs buckled. Folding unto the ground, the little voice squeaked. It was trying to reteach itself what it meant to control it’s bodily functions.
‘ I was dead. I was returning back to… wh..- ”
It was the entity of a white hue, blue in trim. No defined shape, no mouths, no arms, nothing to touch. Only thought, it could see another but he couldn’t tell as it was sleep and dormant. Was he the first to awake he may be, as for now it thought more, tried more. It was confused, but it grabbed for the controls. Wanting to reteach itself control. Not just standard control, his control, his ability, his nasty nature, it felt his life merging into the new being.
‘ I am Taavetti. Prince from Heliohapt central temple of Ra, under his mother. Cleopatra, high priestess. I am a body manipulator, but this body is not mine yet. I will mold it into a superb manipulator, now move at my command! ‘
What seemed to be hours in the mind, would equivalent days. Just trying to move the new body limbs were difficult as it felt he only had fifty percent of the body’s will, spirit, and control. Taavetti, would use the basis of body manipulator to engage each limb.
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