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Phil has been chosen by The Deep Ones. Rise, Phil

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From the moment Phil- Turmeric? Arrived, something had been feeling off; fragile and... Weak. He's never noticed it at first but the air felt different, the weight of his body, the feel of the grass, it all left an empty feeling. No, maybe not empty just, missing something.

Power; He'd come to realize. Every previous incarnation had some kind of skill. An overwhelming feeling of capability and the electric buzz of magic. So being in this body, feeling it in the air but not as prominently in himself it left a dull feeling in his chest that radiated a numbness down to his fingers. This body felt powerless, fragile. Ill; and while it wasn't effecting his day to day in any real notable way. The draw backs were mental more that physical. Like his brain was suffering a disconnect.

But falling asleep, that felt familiar. Felt safe. Like it connected him to something that was missing if even just for a moment. It really was a moment as the darkness flitted by and the morning came again. Until one night, it didn't. One night when he slipped into sleep he found that waking wasn't as easy. The moment not as fleeting and a presence loomed over him just out of view but ever imposing. He could feel the weight of the darkness pressing down into him and permeated his feathers, invaded his senses and prodded his mind, yet the sensation wasn't unpleasant or alarming. It felt familiar, transient but more importantly a chance at solving a his problem with this body; curing the ailment and imperfections he felt; Bridging the disconnect and he was going to seize it whether the entity permitted or not.

Wordlessly a sensation like a voice hit his ears, sending chills down his spine. It asked, "What do you desire"

Phil was met with pause. Such a loaded question it felt like. In this fleeting moment of eternity how does one sum up their thoughts, their desires. When confronted with a disembodied entity that's very thrall exuded power and your crushing enfeeblement and mortality thrusted to the forefront of your mind. How do you summarize simple wants.

But the voice was patient and the presence chilled yet comforting, it asked its question again.

"What do you desire."

A wish? Could something like this grant it? A fulfillment for that gaping void in his chest? The numbing disconnect in his mind and body, could this repair it? Could this make him whole. Surely it had to, this feeling couldn't lie to him could it. The feelings that felt so familiar and yet so new, like he'd been here before but not this spot specifically, imbuing him with a false sense of comfort.

False? He asked. Could this be false? Surely something so patient and omnipotent couldn't be false. Yes, truly this had to be a gift, a second chance; a right to an unfortunate wrong. Yes surely he was here with purpose, to claim what was his, to claim what was missing.

"Power" His weak, dormant body croaked. Such and awful sound from impossibly dry lips that furthered the disconnect in his mind for this voice was disembodied... Distant.. While his mind was here, his body was dozing off somewhere else. Those lips the ones to speak the words but not quite stir his soul to wake.

"Strength" He continued. This body was frailer than the other forms he'd taken. Weak and ill, but maybe this could fix this. Maybe if he called out loud enough, hard enough his flaws could be fixed.

"I want to be whole again. I want to feel powerful like I once did. Please, I'll do anything-" but his voice dried up. He'd do anything to feel like this was his life, like he was alive and living and not just accompanying this form down a predestined path.

"Anything?" the voice asked, its demeanor shifted to something a little less inviting but only by a note. The shift sent shivers down his spine but his voice was returned to him.

"Anything." the desperate confirmation made the feeling in the void shift, tickle even, like the presence was laughing. As if it was pleased.

"Very well." A chuckle in the darkness, like
an echo off of cave walls, ominous and leaving. But then the moment slips, the world around him fading and waking, light beginning to stream through cracks that formed. He was waking once more.

"Wait!" he called, desperate for a response from the presence he could no longer sense. "Wait, please! What have you done? What happening-"

"Where am I?" Phil had come to, his hair falling around his face, clinging to his feathered dampened by a thick layer of sweat as he found himself sitting up in his bed and his mind so foggy. It felt like forever since he'd laid down in these sheets, nearly a life time ago and yet the world around him remained unchanged. What was that? And what had happened to him.
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WC: 837
Folk: Turmeric

8/73 Acorns

Description
Phil has been chosen by The Deep Ones. Rise, Phil

———
From the moment Phil- Turmeric? Arrived, something had been feeling off; fragile and... Weak. He's never noticed it at first but the air felt different, the weight of his body, the feel of the grass, it all left an empty feeling. No, maybe not empty just, missing something.

Power; He'd come to realize. Every previous incarnation had some kind of skill. An overwhelming feeling of capability and the electric buzz of magic. So being in this body, feeling it in the air but not as prominently in himself it left a dull feeling in his chest that radiated a numbness down to his fingers. This body felt powerless, fragile. Ill; and while it wasn't effecting his day to day in any real notable way. The draw backs were mental more that physical. Like his brain was suffering a disconnect.

But falling asleep, that felt familiar. Felt safe. Like it connected him to something that was missing if even just for a moment. It really was a moment as the darkness flitted by and the morning came again. Until one night, it didn't. One night when he slipped into sleep he found that waking wasn't as easy. The moment not as fleeting and a presence loomed over him just out of view but ever imposing. He could feel the weight of the darkness pressing down into him and permeated his feathers, invaded his senses and prodded his mind, yet the sensation wasn't unpleasant or alarming. It felt familiar, transient but more importantly a chance at solving a his problem with this body; curing the ailment and imperfections he felt; Bridging the disconnect and he was going to seize it whether the entity permitted or not.

Wordlessly a sensation like a voice hit his ears, sending chills down his spine. It asked, "What do you desire"

Phil was met with pause. Such a loaded question it felt like. In this fleeting moment of eternity how does one sum up their thoughts, their desires. When confronted with a disembodied entity that's very thrall exuded power and your crushing enfeeblement and mortality thrusted to the forefront of your mind. How do you summarize simple wants.

But the voice was patient and the presence chilled yet comforting, it asked its question again.

"What do you desire."

A wish? Could something like this grant it? A fulfillment for that gaping void in his chest? The numbing disconnect in his mind and body, could this repair it? Could this make him whole. Surely it had to, this feeling couldn't lie to him could it. The feelings that felt so familiar and yet so new, like he'd been here before but not this spot specifically, imbuing him with a false sense of comfort.

False? He asked. Could this be false? Surely something so patient and omnipotent couldn't be false. Yes, truly this had to be a gift, a second chance; a right to an unfortunate wrong. Yes surely he was here with purpose, to claim what was his, to claim what was missing.

"Power" His weak, dormant body croaked. Such and awful sound from impossibly dry lips that furthered the disconnect in his mind for this voice was disembodied... Distant.. While his mind was here, his body was dozing off somewhere else. Those lips the ones to speak the words but not quite stir his soul to wake.

"Strength" He continued. This body was frailer than the other forms he'd taken. Weak and ill, but maybe this could fix this. Maybe if he called out loud enough, hard enough his flaws could be fixed.

"I want to be whole again. I want to feel powerful like I once did. Please, I'll do anything-" but his voice dried up. He'd do anything to feel like this was his life, like he was alive and living and not just accompanying this form down a predestined path.

"Anything?" the voice asked, its demeanor shifted to something a little less inviting but only by a note. The shift sent shivers down his spine but his voice was returned to him.

"Anything." the desperate confirmation made the feeling in the void shift, tickle even, like the presence was laughing. As if it was pleased.

"Very well." A chuckle in the darkness, like
an echo off of cave walls, ominous and leaving. But then the moment slips, the world around him fading and waking, light beginning to stream through cracks that formed. He was waking once more.

"Wait!" he called, desperate for a response from the presence he could no longer sense. "Wait, please! What have you done? What happening-"

"Where am I?" Phil had come to, his hair falling around his face, clinging to his feathered dampened by a thick layer of sweat as he found himself sitting up in his bed and his mind so foggy. It felt like forever since he'd laid down in these sheets, nearly a life time ago and yet the world around him remained unchanged. What was that? And what had happened to him.
———

WC: 837
Folk: Turmeric

8/73 Acorns