Dark Plumage
When the Anthros Came to Town
chapter 5
by
copier
· original author:
infinity421
You can't help but fall to your knees, softly landing on a fraction of a fraction of the feather that was playing host to you. Your goddess had chosen you, of all her followers, to be allowed the privilege of seeing Her with your own eyes; of touching Her with your own hands. And She had hinted that goddesses of other pantheons were interested in you, as well. It was almost too much for you to take in.
What definitely was too much for you to take in, however, was Her sheer, incalculable size. She was so vast that the tips of Her feathers alone could have swept through the Milky Way and scattered it into dust. So vast that Her omnipresent, gentle crooning alone, was almost causing your mind to buckle from sensory overload. So vast that the universe itself could - and had - easily fit into any of Her orifices.
Nix, the Mother of the Night, Matriarch of Ravenkind, Mistress of the Lunar Cycle, and Queen of Darkness, stretches into infinity beyond, behind, above, and below you. Her form exuded a comforting warmth, and Her power kept you insulated from the harmful Void in between universes. Limited human mind too weak to comprehend Her majesty and power, whatever Her true form may have been was being interpreted as an indescribably gargantuan anthropomorphic raven.
When She speaks, Her voice rumbles and trembles with raw, undiluted power, and Her claws are so long and so wide that She could hold the entire universe between two of them - possibly without even feeling it. You prostrate yourself, shouting words of praise for the All-Mother until your voice is little more than a hoarse croak. A gentle and appreciative, yet still impossibly loud croon comes from way, way above, and a clawtip capable of giving the multiverse competition in terms of size strokes your form as much as it can with the disparity in size. Despite the massiveness of the claw, you feel no pain, nor pressure - just a gentle stroking.
"Mmm, I think I'm going to enjoy this arrangement, little one," Nix says, the sheer volume of her utterance causing your ears to ring. "And, in fact, I have the perfect task for you to undertake to please your goddess..."
What definitely was too much for you to take in, however, was Her sheer, incalculable size. She was so vast that the tips of Her feathers alone could have swept through the Milky Way and scattered it into dust. So vast that Her omnipresent, gentle crooning alone, was almost causing your mind to buckle from sensory overload. So vast that the universe itself could - and had - easily fit into any of Her orifices.
Nix, the Mother of the Night, Matriarch of Ravenkind, Mistress of the Lunar Cycle, and Queen of Darkness, stretches into infinity beyond, behind, above, and below you. Her form exuded a comforting warmth, and Her power kept you insulated from the harmful Void in between universes. Limited human mind too weak to comprehend Her majesty and power, whatever Her true form may have been was being interpreted as an indescribably gargantuan anthropomorphic raven.
When She speaks, Her voice rumbles and trembles with raw, undiluted power, and Her claws are so long and so wide that She could hold the entire universe between two of them - possibly without even feeling it. You prostrate yourself, shouting words of praise for the All-Mother until your voice is little more than a hoarse croak. A gentle and appreciative, yet still impossibly loud croon comes from way, way above, and a clawtip capable of giving the multiverse competition in terms of size strokes your form as much as it can with the disparity in size. Despite the massiveness of the claw, you feel no pain, nor pressure - just a gentle stroking.
"Mmm, I think I'm going to enjoy this arrangement, little one," Nix says, the sheer volume of her utterance causing your ears to ring. "And, in fact, I have the perfect task for you to undertake to please your goddess..."
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