childrenofbahamut | Text; un: @Emissary

I would not wish the sensation of pinfeathers upon any individual.

Fur is tolerable enough, at the very least.

It is thus far
Though my tolerance for what is and isn't annoying is probably higher than most
Old age, you know
All your joints start to ache and you hardly notice after a while

In my present form I cannot claim to feel the same.

However, from my other lives I have lived I have gone through the experience, and empathize.

Imagine the most uncomfortable, infuriating sensation you can. Combine that with a maddening itching. That is what a pinfeather in an area one cannot reach feels like as it grows in. Even in areas one may reach, until they are ready to assist in opening.

[ Well, if he didn't already wish for death on a nearly daily basis already- That would certainly do it. ]

So is this body forever youthful? [ Funny, he thinks, that while essentially immortal his body still wore down in certain ways. But people weren't supposed to live as long as he has, so even his healing factor probably diverts attention to what it can handle and starts to not worry about the rest. ]

I suppose we'll just have to see if I go even more mad than I already am once the changes start to really set in.

My people are effectively immortal as far as age is concerned. We appear the age we largely feel, there are individuals far older than myself who appear just as youthful, and others who show their years more readily.

It is not an exact thing.

I recommend gloves to prevent clawing at any itching, should it occur.

Well, isn't that convenient.

A little pain won't worry me. I don't scar easily either so that's not a concern either.
[ He actually wants the hurt, honestly, but isn't about to tell Elidibus - or anyone - that. ]

Not especially convenient, no, considering that my people also no longer exist upon my world.

Gloves are also useful to not shred one's clothes, when one's claws become less manageable. Convenient to not require repairing ones limited wardrobe each day.

[He doesn't know about the pain. Or of the upcoming fae deal Ardyn is going to have.]

Then how are you here, if that's the case?

[ He ignores the rest of the statement since, honestly, he's just less interested in that than learning about whatever it is Elidibus means. There were so many of them here, he can't imagine his people 'no longer existing.' ]

The full answer is: Several of my kind here have be plucked from the past. I was taken after I had died, whilst my soul rested within the aetherial sea.

As I had not been subsumed and reborn anew, I am myself. It will happen, in time, but I mean to rest for quite a time longer prior to this occurring.

The rest of my people? We are either shattered and reborn into mortals, thus being killed in the process. Or elsewise dead.

That is the fast answer. We are all dead.

[ Well, Ardyn counts his blessings if nothing else that it wasn't an earlier version of him summoned here. So far, he also hasn't seen two of anyone but- That is a worrying consideration, admittedly. ]

An... interesting cycle of death and rebirth, it seems.

But you aren't dead here, at least, so might as well make the most of it.

It is not the usual cycle. Our world was broken, and so was every life upon it save for we three. It has since adapted into what is now the norm.

I do indeed plan upon making the most of my renewed life within this place, as I did so in my previous location.

Hopefully, it won't all just go away at a moment's notice.

[ Nothing lasts, Ardyn knows. Nothing is supposed to, yet- Here he still is, despite it all. ]

It is my hope as well that this opportunity remains for some time.

[ From the sound of it, he wonders what happened to that other world some of them were from. Did it last? Or were they brought here because they had nowhere else to go in the end? He wars between wanting to know and not; ultimately, he decides again on the latter. The less he is informed about Amani, really, the better. ]

Only time will tell, I suppose.

Indeed. It is my plan to treat this place as my stay will be of a considerable length.

Text; un: @Emissary

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