#her and vin like. actively despise each other in this world

[pyrriax]

hmmmm…. nosebleed with one of ur ocs? i don’t know many of them so go wild :3

STARES AT THIS

ok i needed an excuse to write some VERY low quality interaction & worldbuilding of lavius, lyra, and the fray as a whole

writing below the cut! its like 1k words :3

How long has it been stuck out in this god awful nothingness? Way, way too long, if you were to ask it. Vin said that the trip wouldn't be far, but apparently far to him is a hell of a lot different from far to it.

Though, if Lavius is honest, it's dreading going back home. Don't get it wrong! It loves spending time with Lyra and Vin and all the… Entities, but it would really rather get back home-- to its real home, not the one its been staying at with these people that live out here. Or, rather, with the realm guardians.

God, it still can't wrap its head around this. One moment, it's being followed by this giant feathered whale who calls herself Tristae, the next it's getting dropped into this endless nothingness without so much as a guide.

The Fray, they'd called it. This place between worlds that's shaped by the people present. Even just thinking about it hurts its head.

Maybe that's just the constant, droning headache that its had ever since it got here, though.

Darting between the small flickers of solid ground and light, finally the nothingness shifts, gaining stars and streaks of purples and greens painted in the distance. Almost like the night sky out in the field at home. Almost. The ground beneath its feet finally feels solid again, no longer almost making it feel like its just floating in empty space.

Really, it never thought it'd miss the hum and buzz of the city, all of the technology that's completely obsolete in a world so focused on magic like this one. Constant not-quite-safety traded in favor of being left to search a barren world alone because the people that were supposed to keep it safe got into an argument and left it behind. What a wonder.

This place isn't dead, though. Far from it.

Beasts stalk the vast darkness, only warded away by the presence of the guardians. It'd asked, once, where these things came from, if they're so afraid of the people that keep these places safe.

Lyra shut Lavius down, turned her attention back to the wounded deer-bird-thing that'd wandered its way into the cabin and told Lav to not ask stupid questions. Vin, on the other hand, just shrugged. Something about the way that this realm wasn't properly guarded for a long time, and that he hasn't had the chance to fully sweep them away to where they belong.

Where does a beast come from if not a place between worlds? Maybe, somewhere like space.

Crunch.

Turning to face the source of the sound, it doesn't have more than a second to react before it was being flung back into a tree by clawed hands.

Shit. Not one of these things again.

"Get the hell away from me!" It tries to sound strong, tries to make itself seem scary, or at least ward off the beast. Lyra's guidance slips its mind at the worst possible time. Why didn't it keep that damn staff with it. At least then it would've had something to ward it off.

Yet all the creature does is growl, clawed hands resting on the now forest floor, dragging itself into the light and revealing a demented mix of some kind of bug and owl. Head crooked and lined with teeth that match neither such beasts.

Where are they when I need them? What the hell happened to sticking together so I don't get hurt? Why did they have to choose now of all times to make me walk home alone?

Scrambling to its feet, its difficult to shake off the dizzy feeling of standing up too fast, but there's no time to dawdle as it takes off in a dead run, not bothering to look back. That'll only cost valuable time and risk the thing catching it sooner.

Here's to hoping Lyra doesn't think it's just some lost puppy like the last thing that tried to kill me! God, I fucking hope not.

Weaving between trees and pulling its bag to its chest, the forest is a good sign that its close to Lyra's home. And that she's there at all. That's a relief. Sort of…

But there's no dallying as a familiar cabin comes into view, lanterns illuminating the relative darkness as it runs straight into the door, not having nearly enough time to slow down and open the door. If its head didn't hurt before, it sure as hell does now!

At least somewhere along the way, the creature stopped. Though that does mean--

The door opens slowly, a familiar feathered face staring down at it incredulously.

"Lavius?" She drawls, leaning down and getting right up in its face before raising a claw to its cheek. "You can just knock, you know. You don't have to leave an offering, love."

An offering? "But I didn't leave an offering, Lyra! I just-- there was a thing! It was chasing me! I didn't know where to go, I just, I ended up here, and--"

Lyra cuts it off, swiping her claw over its mouth and presenting her palm to it. There's blood, dark purple in color. "You left an offering on my door, now please, come inside before you draw in the wyrms. And please, don't get blood on the floor."

Standing in the doorway for a moment longer even as she holds the door open for it, it scrubs away the blood that's begun to get in its mouth, trickling down from its nose. Though, really, that's a futile effort at best, just smearing the familiar color on the back of its hand.

"Yes ma'am." It sighs, following the guardian into the cabin.