Post by Shi Kipa on May 9, 2015 19:55:33 GMT -8
Shi Kipa, Prophet to the Death God Varius Helvaith, floated through the rain forests of South America. His sole companion, a Dullahan of his own creation; who had taken up the name Sairentokochi, or Kochi for short, who decided that his presence was best for the mission given that his decayed flesh would drive away the average predator. "How much longer do we have? He asked his creator, mashing his head onto his stump to push air through his wind pipe as it did in life, if admittedly in a breathier manner. "If we're going to be far enough away, we need to go deep into the forests. Kipa disliked the idea, but saw no better option anymore.
While living in Cordoba offered plenty of bodies to work with, it did little to increase awareness or public opinion of the undead that he created from them. Unlike most necromancers, Kipa created with a fatherly hand, whereas most others created with an iron fist. It was this very fact that drew Varius to him. He only wanted what was best for his creations, his new "family." That was why they were out there. He saw no more options, and the people were getting restless. "I don't understand why you're getting so restless, Kochi. This WAS your idea, after all" The headless military man wheezed in indignation. "I'm just concerned for your safety, that's all. It can't be healthy for you to be in this humidity for this long. I mean, I'm almost able to talk normally from my chords getting wet from the humidity." Kipa chuckled at his "son's" thinly veiled concern. "Well, I'm glad that you are concerned about me." Had he had any blood flow, Kochi would've no doubt blushed at his creator's teasings.
While living in Cordoba offered plenty of bodies to work with, it did little to increase awareness or public opinion of the undead that he created from them. Unlike most necromancers, Kipa created with a fatherly hand, whereas most others created with an iron fist. It was this very fact that drew Varius to him. He only wanted what was best for his creations, his new "family." That was why they were out there. He saw no more options, and the people were getting restless. "I don't understand why you're getting so restless, Kochi. This WAS your idea, after all" The headless military man wheezed in indignation. "I'm just concerned for your safety, that's all. It can't be healthy for you to be in this humidity for this long. I mean, I'm almost able to talk normally from my chords getting wet from the humidity." Kipa chuckled at his "son's" thinly veiled concern. "Well, I'm glad that you are concerned about me." Had he had any blood flow, Kochi would've no doubt blushed at his creator's teasings.