*Claps hands together*

Okay!

It’s not 100% done, but it’s done enough that I’m comfortable with shifting over.

Terra can now be found at 

@immortalwanderer

Same name, ‘cause I love it.

I’m still tweaking things, but please feel free to follow and shit.

I’m slooooowly working on Terra’s new blog.

slowly.

Very slowly

I swear I’m working on it.

lol

Guardian Deity

Legends tell of a beast that has stood guard over Primus during his eternal slumber, watching over his children and guarding the lands that are formed from his very frame.

As old as time itself and appearing in many forms. The Guardian, as it is called, stalks with the pneuma-lions, prances with the turbo-foxes, and gallops with the zap ponies. It lurks and watches and protects flourishing life.

Sacrifices began as simple offerings. Offerings of energon and choice mechanimal mesh, fine crystals and trinkets and other things of value. They were laid with blessings and were gone the day after. And every vorn was peaceful and prosperous.

When hard times struck, desperation came as well. offerings became ritualistic sacrifices. Mechanimals slaughtered on crude altars as hymns were sung, pleas for better yields and strong sparks from the Well.

The hard times came and went and with them came the idea that such sacrifices pleased their Guardian. The children of Primus began to offer more and more elaborate sacrifices. Dances and feasts and praise to Primus and the Thirteen and the Guardian Who Stands Watch.

Sacrifices of mecha started to occur after the famine. The spread of the rust wastes encroached upon mechanimal territories and killed a decent number of the native fauna. Energon was becoming scarce, mecha were starving and desperate and none of their prayers or sacrifices were working. They were not appeasing their creator god or their guardian.

So, they turned to something more drastic.

The first mecha sacrificed was an older mech, a retired warrior who willingly offered his life so that others might live.

And for the first time, the Guardian stirred. The crystalline blade ended the old mecha’s life and the Guardian was horrified.

Predictably, the hard times passed with the new vorn. And the idea of the ritualistic sacrifice became cemented into the mecha’s lives. It was an honor to be chosen. And it became something to celebrate.

After the fifth vorn, the Guardian could stand idle no longer.

The night of the sacrifice was vibrant and jubilant as the young mecha who’d been chosen was led to the elaborate altar. Barely in their adult frame, they didn’t want to die, even if it was to help keep the gods appeased. Still, he was strapped to the altar and the blade was raised over his chassis.

The area shuddered as a massive beast touches down. It looms over the gathered mecha, electric blue optics blazing as light trails from them. It lowers is massive head and bares its dentae, electrified smoke billowing from the sides of its maw.

The Guardian had come.

The gathered mecha knelt, falling to their collective knees as they put their servos over their sparks.

The Guardian Who Stands Watch looked at them for only a moment before it looked to the to-be sacrifice. The behemoth snapped the young mecha’s bonds and scooped them up with its front-most padded servos. Engines fired and mighty wings unfurled before it took to the skies.

Living sacrifices were made for the Guardian henceforth. Left after a ceremony and gone the next cycle.

Skreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

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ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I fucking love getting migrains. Especially without warning. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Thanks a fucking lot, Brain.

Gonna smack the Lich King to death

RiP mother fucker

Hey everyone

I'm still dealing with a depressive low.

I'm playing WoW to keep me occupied.

Battle tag is Anesthetic #1880.

If I know you, feel free to message me!

He sighs and sinks to his knees. Bitter resentment and the harsh, rancid taste of grief dogs him. He can almost smell the caked blood. He can almost see it, feel it. His hands come away from his face at he swears for just a moment that he can see the quicksilver, hot and oh so fresh, pooling in his palms and trailing in rivulets down his arms, obscuring his multitude of markings.

The reminders of what he is and what he has done have left him nigh inconsolable. His hands shake.

Bones crunch between sharpened molars, cracking and snapping under the intense force. Paws grab at the large bone, claws digging in to the material as a long, bristly tongue languidly rasps lazily at the sturdy material.

The beast yawns and shakes its huge head before it takes the bone and bites down with the thick, hooked fangs that sit near the back of its mouth. The bone splinters and reveals the marrow, which is greedily gnawed upon.

Twin tails, long and prehensile and hiding barbed club within layers of plush fur, swish idly behind it. Wings, huge and feathered, ruffle and settle along the length of the creature's back, streamer-like feathers catching the mild wind and fluttering.

Finally gone with its meal, the octopedal beast stands. Another great yawn and the beast pads over to a large, relatively flat and worn away crystal. It clambers up expertly and lies down, wings unfurling as it bathes in the warmth of the solar body that warms the desolate planet.

Silver eyes stare up at the near endless expanse beyond. His Core manifests its power around him, brilliant billowing ribbons of pure energy curling and dancing around his form, casting iridescent light about him in a prismatic display.

No matter how many millions of years it has been, he will never forget this day. His lament can be heard in his Song, the orchestra quieted and a somber tone flowing about.

He mourns. He mourns for Laertes, he mourns for Aeris, he mourns for his people.