Void
(#41913075)
Recovering from being yanked out of the abyss.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.39 m
Wingspan
2.85 m
Weight
201.12 kg
Genetics
Orca
Savannah
Savannah
Moon
Morph
Morph
Eldritch
Smirch
Smirch
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Tundra
EXP: 309 / 27676
STR
6
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
45
INT
30
VIT
10
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
VOID
Rescued Wanderer |
Void is currently jobless, which is a rarity on Laputa. However, it’s quite understandable when Void has only recently been introduced into the real world and not the sealed-off dimension of the Nothing. He lives with the Pop sisters, spending his days slowly wandering around Laputa and soaking in the reality he spent so long observing from a distance. And also getting over the intense sensory overload that came from being secluded in the Nothing for so long. But mostly exploring. |
A Voice wrote:
Please......
If anyone can hear me, please answer......
I've been here far too long.
It's empty.
There is no sound.
There is nothing to see.
Nothing to smell.
There is nothing here.
Nothing but my desperate cries for anyone, anyone to hear me.
This emptiness....
It just goes on forever.....
No matter how far I walk,
No matter how far I fly,
All I can see is an empty white nothing.
There is no time here.
There is no day or sun.
There is no night or moon.
There are no stars.
There is no sky.
No warmth.
No cold.
No wind of any kind.
Just an unchanging emptiness that only I inhabit.
I do not hunger.
I do not thirst.
I never tire.
I could sleep, but there is no reason to.
I spend my every moment wandering.
Calling out for someone to just....know I'm here.
But there is never a response.
Yet, I don't give up.
If I exist, certainly something else does too.
Someone had to make what I wear.
Someone had to tell me about the sensations I know.
Someone is responsible for the memories I have.
I can't be all that's left of a world.
I know there are others.
If I concentrate, I can see the words.
I can see their images.
I can see their names.
I can see their histories, their personalities, their innermost thoughts.
All written neatly beneath them.
Some more than others.
Some even empty.
But they are silent.
They cannot hear my cries.
And I cannot hear them.
They live, and I see them smile, laugh, cry, yell, fight, play.....
Their everything.
I feel so close to this world.
To everything that goes on in it.
.........
But when I stop concentrating, everything fades.
And I am alone.
So I continue my calling.
And I never will give up.
For if I do, I fear for my sanity.
For it is all I have left.
If anyone can hear me, please answer......
I've been here far too long.
It's empty.
There is no sound.
There is nothing to see.
Nothing to smell.
There is nothing here.
Nothing but my desperate cries for anyone, anyone to hear me.
This emptiness....
It just goes on forever.....
No matter how far I walk,
No matter how far I fly,
All I can see is an empty white nothing.
There is no time here.
There is no day or sun.
There is no night or moon.
There are no stars.
There is no sky.
No warmth.
No cold.
No wind of any kind.
Just an unchanging emptiness that only I inhabit.
I do not hunger.
I do not thirst.
I never tire.
I could sleep, but there is no reason to.
I spend my every moment wandering.
Calling out for someone to just....know I'm here.
But there is never a response.
Yet, I don't give up.
If I exist, certainly something else does too.
Someone had to make what I wear.
Someone had to tell me about the sensations I know.
Someone is responsible for the memories I have.
I can't be all that's left of a world.
I know there are others.
If I concentrate, I can see the words.
I can see their images.
I can see their names.
I can see their histories, their personalities, their innermost thoughts.
All written neatly beneath them.
Some more than others.
Some even empty.
But they are silent.
They cannot hear my cries.
And I cannot hear them.
They live, and I see them smile, laugh, cry, yell, fight, play.....
Their everything.
I feel so close to this world.
To everything that goes on in it.
.........
But when I stop concentrating, everything fades.
And I am alone.
So I continue my calling.
And I never will give up.
For if I do, I fear for my sanity.
For it is all I have left.
"Hey, Terrae, any issues with this part of the dimension?"Bubble tapped a goliath tree in a forested area.
"Not any I've seen," The tree spirit replied, gathering Fluffle into her arms as she went to inspect the tree, "What's up?"
"Something seems off here. No planned additions to this part either?"
"No. This part is satisfactory for all the familiars we keep here."
"Hmm. That's strange. It's like there's another pocket right here, with no connecting point to this one. Can you cordon off this section a bit? I'm going to investigate this," Terrae nodded, already herding familiars out of the forest.
When the usual bustle of the pocket ceased, Bubble began her work. Locating where the bubble pressed against this dimension strongest, she used a claw to carefully rake across the air. The dimension rippled, then split to reveal a blinding white. A moment later, she saw a blur of grey and pulled it out on instinct alone.
It was a tundra, to her surprise. While the rift between dimensions slowly healed, the tundra stayed on the ground where they fell.
"Uh... excuse me? Are you okay?" Bubble prodded the fluffy lump, still laying inert in the grass. She got a weak mumble in response and took that as the most she would get out of them so far. "You seemed a lot more active back in the other dimension. Should I put you-"
"No." It was the first definite thing the tundra said. "Please, no."
"Alright, well, would you like a hand up? You can't lay facedown in the grass forever, you know."
“Mmph.” The tundra stretched a paw out, though slowly. He almost drew it back when Bubble took it to lift him up onto his paws. “Thank you. Can.. you give me a moment?”
“Sure.” The two tundras sat in silence, Bubble letting the other regain his composure in a sea of smells and feelings before continuing.
“Any reason you were stuck in that dimension back there? I’ve seen dragons in places stranger, but a dimension of nothing is new.” She received a weak cough in response, followed by a shake of the tundra’s head. “Alright. Do you have a name, then?”
“Void. My name is Void.”
“A nice name. Mine’s Bubble. Would you like to come back to the city? I’m sure you could have something to eat or just a place to lie down. Hestia usually has an open bed.”
“Yes, please.” It was barely audible, but enough for Bubble to take his claw, and with a quick nod to Terrae, left the Blue Door Dimension back out into Sornieth.
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