3rd day of Summer, 510 AV Auldwin had spent his time existing upon the surface of the world. There he met people, interacted with them, spoke with them, and continued to expand his memories of what life could have been like if it had the chance to bloom. Would he simply have continued that static existence, that pitiful excuse he called living? Sometimes he couldn't quite determine, did he miss it, did he regret it, did he detest it? There were no dreams that could haunt him, as he no longer slept. Very little scared Auldwin, what did a Ghost have to fear? There were no predators, no disease, no natural disasters. What could possible befall him? All that was left was to get rid of those few remaining bindings that restricted him. Auldwin looked down at the water, rippling softly against his legs. His body was solidified, albeit somewhat poorly. He worked his skill when he could at Materialization, but the focus it took was straining. Such a shape could not be hold for long until his Soulmist deemed it necessary to rest. "Damn." the man cursed to himself, his legs fading away into the shadowy substance that made up his entirety. He noted something, a school of fish, so colorful attacking tiny creatures or perhaps bits of plant life at the surface of the water and he wondered...could he? Many times had Auldwin Possessed the body of a Humanoid, both male and female. It took time to understand Possession, but he felt a natural pull toward it, a talent he never had in life. It was like inside...he was his own instructor. That Soulmist taught him what to do, showed him the way, showed him the door to true freedom. He just had to let go every so slightly. Let go of his Humanity and join the realm of the beasts, wear their bodies, understand their movements. Concentrating on one fish in particular he picked it out of it's crowd, his sight zeroing in upon it's actions. How it moved, the way it's fins allowed it to glide so smoothly, so beautifully. Could he be beautiful? Soon a tendril of Soulmist fired out from his form and latched against the fish, there would be no pain, only the sense of nothingness. It would be like a dream, one that Auldwin knew all too well. All of his essence poured into that small creature, channeling his power until he felt the weight of it's small body within his 'grasp'. His Soulmist registered the various alien parts. This was what it was like to have to function a tail, fins, eyes on either side of the head. This is what it was to be a fish, and Auldwin was terrible at it. |