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Post by muse42 on Mar 6, 2019 7:41:47 GMT
To establish the setting: read the link. TL:DR - Muse is a functionally immortal shapeshifting alien who runs about the multiverse having fun and causing chaos.
Wisps of fog curled at Muse's feet as they trekked through the forest.
They were currently in what they referred to as their 'feral' form - that is, a quadrupedal version of their most preferred appearance, similar in build to a tiger, or perhaps a lion. Usually, if they were out exploring, they'd don their armor and make sure to enable invisibility for utmost stealth, but that wasn't the case here. No, they wanted to be found.
Oh, the reasoning for this was quite simple. They were an observer. They enjoyed cataloguing the diversity of the multiverse, as they called it, and as of late they'd decided to take a visit to one of the many copies of one of their favorite realities - the little isle of Berk. Or, more accurately, New Berk. This reality had progressed a little further and reached the point of Old Berk's burning and subsequent evacuation. Tragic tale, really, but Muse wasn't here to mourn.
Nah. They were here to follow Hiccup.
He was out in the woods, it seemed, scouting some part of the island he hadn't seen up close before. New Berk was still a pretty recent establishment. Muse clucked their tongue a little at the idea of scouting. Sure, it was fun, but things were so much simpler with their scanners, and let one get to the actual adventuring and daring-do much faster.
It was a lovely day to go walking in the woods, though.
Muse pressed onwards, slinking like a predator through the undergrowth. They caught a little of Hiccup's scent - it tinged the gills in a distinctly metallic and woodsy way - and could hear him just up ahead, probably taking a break in a clearing or some such. They pulled short of the clearing's sunlight, sucking in a breath and pausing to survey the scene.
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Mar 13, 2019 20:46:45 GMT
Post by Hiccup on Mar 13, 2019 20:46:45 GMT
It wasn't exactly the most exciting use of his time, trekking through the forest seeing the same trees and rocks and scenery over and over again. Maybe if circumstances had been different he would have been less cautious, less on edge, but after what had happened back on Berk, Old Berk, he wasn't going to take the chance that someone hadn't gotten here first to lay traps all across the island. Sure, it was unlikely, this place might as well of been a floating behemoth, but he couldn't be too careful.
He'd had so many hopes upon leaving Berk, finding the Hidden World, taking refuge there, but everyone was right when they said they wouldn't find better than this. He hated to admit it, but no other place would be as defensible as this, and no other place was safe for both them and their dragon friends. The Hidden World was a paradise, but not one they belonged in, he realized that now.
He sighed and looked deep in thought as he sat back against a rock, hopping up to be more comfortable. It was in the motion of doing this that he caught sight of something, eyes widening considerably as his brain caught up to what he was seeing. A dragon, distinctly familiar in shape but also wildly different from anything he'd ever seen. He slid from the stone and started to approach like he would any presumably wild dragon, slow and careful.
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Mar 13, 2019 23:17:08 GMT
Post by muse42 on Mar 13, 2019 23:17:08 GMT
[MUSE-42]
Only Muse's silhouette was visible through the underbrush at first. A similar build, a similar face - but different eyes, burning like molten lava and piercing the shadow. They enjoyed situations like this, ones with a slow dramatic reveal. A first impression done well was a long-lasting thing, after all.
All right, Hiccup, let's see what you have to say, they thought to themselves. They didn't state the words out loud, of course; that was going to be saved for a separate reveal later, one they sincerely hoped would bring hilarity.
And then, of course, Hiccup saw them, and began the routine motions of approaching a wild dragon. Muse would've laughed if they were trying to freak him out even more. They took a tentative step forward, belly scraping the ground as they slunk forward.
To any observer, then and there would've been the moment that one realized that something wasn't right.
Perhaps right wasn't the correct word. Normal was a better replacement - they weren't normal. The space between their scales was populated by short, shimmering fur, tinged black and blue and glittering with hidden stars. They had gills running all over their body, from the neck and torso to inner legs and arms, and the middle patches of their wing membrane were see-through, like mucus or fiberglass. The feathers along their neck, which typically laid flat against the flesh, stood outwards on end in a display of curiosity and reserved threats. And then, of course, were the eyes: slitted and orange-yellow, with a noticeably small iris and hexagonal patterns carved into the sclera.
And that was the least of the weird things about them. Muse enjoyed looking like this, for it was a form that suited them well both for utility reasons and as a vague metaphor for who they were. A hodgepodge mess of parts; organized chaos, externally chaotic but internally consistent.
And so they pulled themselves into the light, watching Hiccup quietly.
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