A New Turn of the Sun

[herlivinglegacy]

At some point, Sephiroth woke to the world once again. the pain had passed and he couldn't feel her hair between his fingers anymore, couldn't feel anything of her. But she was there, inside him, with him, and he could feel the involantary movements his body would make every so often. He had a heart again, he had lungs again. But he did not breathe

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[serrulata]

The first shock of cold snatched Kurama from a grip of sudden vertigo so strong that it crushed the breath out of his lungs.

Damp earth under his hands, cold but sizzling with magic. The thin glowing lines of a summoning circle sputtered with false heat as snow fell in a cold and relentless sheet from a sky like dark slate.

Okay. So, in the middle of a blizzard somewhere obviously very far from Tokyo. He shuddered once and the motion carried him from one body to another, trading thin human skin for thick fur. His fox shape wasn't exactly built for the cold either, but it was better than nothing

[herlivinglegacy]

Amusement curled somewhere deep in his chest, the first emption besides hate

[serrulata]

He could smell... something lingering outside, not too far from his little hiding spot. Human-shaped, vaguely human-smelling, but with a chemical uncertainty coating its scent like a glaze. He could hear it breathing under the hiss of the snow: half as slow as a normal waking human.

Not the one who summoned him. It smelled of chemicals and dust and old leather, not magic. Kurama lifted his head and peered through a crack in the wall. The figure was sitting, and in the cold dark its eyes glowed under a black hood. That's never a good sign, perhaps he should-

Yelling. Someone was shouting into his head, Bringing words down on him like a fucking sledgehammer. He snaps at the air and shouts back, I can HEAR YOU, you loud bastard!

Outside the figure beckons. Surely the noise isn't coming from him?

And the voice has the gall to say speak like he's a fucking dog. His fur bristles, and he stays put. 'Speak' indeed.

[herlivinglegacy]

The clone convulsed for a moment, red dripping down into the white snow, as Sephiroth crushed the personality of the clone and placed a greater majority of his consciousness inside of it. His curiosity peaked.

Indeed, he murmured, still trying to find the right volume, but not being too concerned with it. If the other could hear, then this was good. It wasn't a clone, they weren't linked, not really. He wanted to laugh, to cackle. Oh, oh wonderful. Mother's inkling of a want, of a plan, would be oh so much easier now.

For the moment, Sephiroth wasn't tracking what he was and wasn't broadcasting, if anything leaked through, he wasn't sure. The little fox was an amusing test as much as a curiosity.

You are...so far from home, he said eventually, the clones eyes rolling back every so often, though his voice was strong and steady. The clone would hold, but it would be a shell once he was done here.