05-06-2015, 01:32 PM
This multi-dimension time travel or whatever was incredibly unpleasant. Maybe for a spineless, boneless snake, getting sucked through a siphon the size of a pinprick was no big deal, but for an actual human being, Jaxen felt wrung out before being fluffed back to normal size.
He shivered as soon as the transition was complete. His toes were on solid ground, but his skin immediately prickled. Every hair on the lean lines of his body stood straight. The realm of the naga was tepid and humid, like walking inside a city-sized terrarium. He'd grown used to the heavy air. Now, breathing was painful like his body forgot the sensation of existence within his own world.
Sora lowered the black cloth that draped him for the journey, and he was immediately light-blinded by a world of harsh white. Where the naga realm was lit by some diffuse source, his own world glowed.
Snow, he realized. They were outside in the Russian winter. That explained the frosty lungs and sharp air. He was cold, though. Too cold.
"Sora!"
He roared in disbelief, turning on her even as his hands cupped himself. "Are you insane! What happened to my clothes!?"
Those narrow eyes slithered up and down his body and he was glad he covered himself, but she shrugged indifferent. "I do not control sssuch thingssss. You took ssssomething that wasss not yoursss. It isss forbidden to carry across the realmssss."
Jaxen stared in disbelief. "Then give me your robe. Or better yet! Zip us to my apartment!"
He looked around, "Where the hell are we anyway?" With nothing but trees, he had no idea where they are.
"My robesss protect me, and I cannot take you where you wish to go. What must be, issss."
As though in demonstration, she secured the veil more tightly around her jawless face. She lifted her cloak like she was about to disappear again.
"Wait!"
He cried, nearing desperation. Jax was no stranger to daring conditions of an extreme bet, but if she left him in the middle of no where like this, he was going to die! "After everything you did to save an Ancient, you're going to leave me here to die in the cold??!"
There was actual worry in his voice. He never thought he'd need to ask something of this snake woman, but Sora was his only hope.
Again, she didn't seem too concerned. "You will not die. Your own kind are a short walk that way. We naga protect the ancients. You have what you need to survive this world. Farewell."
She lifted her cloak, warped and disappeared.
Jaxen was dumbfounded. "Fucking snakes,"
he muttered and turned in the direction she pointed. He rubbed his arms as he walked. The elaborate snake tattoo on his shoulder mocked him as he climbed past limbs and white-covered lumps in the ground. If he stepped on something he was unaware. Barefoot in the snow, his feet were already numb. The barest wind sent him into shivers, but he clenched his jaw and drank deep on the well of his own ancestors. He may have been a pampered son of the CCD, but through his veins ran the blood of Russian princes. He straightened and walked quickly.
He stumbled soon enough upon a break in the trees. The flat plain of an icy river broke the wooded canopy, but more important, a trio of people - heavily clothed people - were in sight.
Modesty was far from his mind, but the sight of a completely naked Jaxen must have been quite shocking. Not his best first impression... but not his worst. "Uhh, hey. Any help here?"
He stumbled their way. Sora better be right.
He shivered as soon as the transition was complete. His toes were on solid ground, but his skin immediately prickled. Every hair on the lean lines of his body stood straight. The realm of the naga was tepid and humid, like walking inside a city-sized terrarium. He'd grown used to the heavy air. Now, breathing was painful like his body forgot the sensation of existence within his own world.
Sora lowered the black cloth that draped him for the journey, and he was immediately light-blinded by a world of harsh white. Where the naga realm was lit by some diffuse source, his own world glowed.
Snow, he realized. They were outside in the Russian winter. That explained the frosty lungs and sharp air. He was cold, though. Too cold.
"Sora!"
He roared in disbelief, turning on her even as his hands cupped himself. "Are you insane! What happened to my clothes!?"
Those narrow eyes slithered up and down his body and he was glad he covered himself, but she shrugged indifferent. "I do not control sssuch thingssss. You took ssssomething that wasss not yoursss. It isss forbidden to carry across the realmssss."
Jaxen stared in disbelief. "Then give me your robe. Or better yet! Zip us to my apartment!"
He looked around, "Where the hell are we anyway?" With nothing but trees, he had no idea where they are.
"My robesss protect me, and I cannot take you where you wish to go. What must be, issss."
As though in demonstration, she secured the veil more tightly around her jawless face. She lifted her cloak like she was about to disappear again.
"Wait!"
He cried, nearing desperation. Jax was no stranger to daring conditions of an extreme bet, but if she left him in the middle of no where like this, he was going to die! "After everything you did to save an Ancient, you're going to leave me here to die in the cold??!"
There was actual worry in his voice. He never thought he'd need to ask something of this snake woman, but Sora was his only hope.
Again, she didn't seem too concerned. "You will not die. Your own kind are a short walk that way. We naga protect the ancients. You have what you need to survive this world. Farewell."
She lifted her cloak, warped and disappeared.
Jaxen was dumbfounded. "Fucking snakes,"
he muttered and turned in the direction she pointed. He rubbed his arms as he walked. The elaborate snake tattoo on his shoulder mocked him as he climbed past limbs and white-covered lumps in the ground. If he stepped on something he was unaware. Barefoot in the snow, his feet were already numb. The barest wind sent him into shivers, but he clenched his jaw and drank deep on the well of his own ancestors. He may have been a pampered son of the CCD, but through his veins ran the blood of Russian princes. He straightened and walked quickly.
He stumbled soon enough upon a break in the trees. The flat plain of an icy river broke the wooded canopy, but more important, a trio of people - heavily clothed people - were in sight.
Modesty was far from his mind, but the sight of a completely naked Jaxen must have been quite shocking. Not his best first impression... but not his worst. "Uhh, hey. Any help here?"
He stumbled their way. Sora better be right.