You are... *He trails off. It's not because he's at a loss for words, but because it doesn't need to be stated. What he's implying hangs heavily in the air, thick like static between the transmission.
It's too surreal. It's--
There are gods and goddesses; to be acknowledged, to be respected, to be called upon for power. There are gods and goddesses, he remembers the older clansmen saying, that give the Uchiha their divinity amongst the average shinobi; Sharingan.
And here, if dreams reveal truth, is the goddess that flames the burning black fires.
--not so hard to believe. He stares through the screen, at the licks of fire around the prone white body, of darkened crimson on a head bowed down.
There's--
Too many questions, rising to the surface and twisting the path right out from under his feet.
[ ooc: Currently Sasuke thinks they're all dead, so the fact that a deity is here makes very little sense to him. This will resolve itself soon, I believe. :3 ]
[Amaterasu doesn't say anything, instead, she stares at Sasuke with a gentleness in her eyes. There is a patience and a sincerity in those eyes that is beyond a mere animal's. There's a sense of knowing, like she is seeing straight into Sasuke's dark heart and accepting it somehow.
She whines softly, and for a moment another form seems to blur from within the white body. The briefest outline of a woman's body, pale, white, glowing. It vanishes quickly, the white tendrils of light surrounding Amaterasu, (the ones no one can see yet because no one really believes in do they? Does anyone believe in gods anymore? ) as she stands up slowly, on her haunches, until she is staring straight into his eyes, as if seeing through him.
Her eyes seem to tell him, 'It's okay. Take things slowly.']
*There's no denial. There's nothing that will dispute what he's asking.
Sasuke blinks. When his eyes open again, the irises are stained a deep red, three black wheels spinning around once before settling. He'd seen that faint flash earlier, like an afterimage of something moving too fast, a human's form. He doesn't see that now.
Now there's--
He feels his breath catching. It's not a shock, or even a surprise. It's something not unlike awe. She's not a summon, the chakra too bright, too blinding for just a summon. The fingers holding onto his Dreamberry slackens. It almost hurts to stare too long. He doesn't look away.
He'd never expected to be confronted with something like this. Gods had always been abstract to him, a concept of power to call upon; spirits. He knows of the Shinigami used by the Sandaime, knows even more intimately the techniques of the Mangekyou. He's not quite sure how to approach this, herSasuke blinks away the Sharingan and sees the physical embodiment with purple-spotted vision. It's almost as if she's
( ... )
*Amaterasu stares at him gently, and for a brief instant she raises her paw. For a moment it is not a paw, but a clawed white hand offering to him from the dreamberry. She whines softly
( ... )
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[She hopes Amaterasu doesn't mind using her nickname] Ammy...? Are you all right?
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[sighs, gently stroking Ammy's head] I hope this is enough...
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You are... *He trails off. It's not because he's at a loss for words, but because it doesn't need to be stated. What he's implying hangs heavily in the air, thick like static between the transmission.
It's too surreal. It's--
There are gods and goddesses; to be acknowledged, to be respected, to be called upon for power. There are gods and goddesses, he remembers the older clansmen saying, that give the Uchiha their divinity amongst the average shinobi; Sharingan.
And here, if dreams reveal truth, is the goddess that flames the burning black fires.
--not so hard to believe. He stares through the screen, at the licks of fire around the prone white body, of darkened crimson on a head bowed down.
There's--
Too many questions, rising to the surface and twisting the path right out from under his feet.
[ ooc: Currently Sasuke thinks they're all dead, so the fact that a deity is here makes very little sense to him. This will resolve itself soon, I believe. :3 ]
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She whines softly, and for a moment another form seems to blur from within the white body. The briefest outline of a woman's body, pale, white, glowing. It vanishes quickly, the white tendrils of light surrounding Amaterasu, (the ones no one can see yet because no one really believes in do they? Does anyone believe in gods anymore? ) as she stands up slowly, on her haunches, until she is staring straight into his eyes, as if seeing through him.
Her eyes seem to tell him, 'It's okay. Take things slowly.']
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Sasuke blinks. When his eyes open again, the irises are stained a deep red, three black wheels spinning around once before settling. He'd seen that faint flash earlier, like an afterimage of something moving too fast, a human's form. He doesn't see that now.
Now there's--
He feels his breath catching. It's not a shock, or even a surprise. It's something not unlike awe. She's not a summon, the chakra too bright, too blinding for just a summon. The fingers holding onto his Dreamberry slackens. It almost hurts to stare too long. He doesn't look away.
He'd never expected to be confronted with something like this. Gods had always been abstract to him, a concept of power to call upon; spirits. He knows of the Shinigami used by the Sandaime, knows even more intimately the techniques of the Mangekyou. He's not quite sure how to approach this, herSasuke blinks away the Sharingan and sees the physical embodiment with purple-spotted vision. It's almost as if she's ( ... )
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