Downy feather and weak ability to hold any sort of position. It were not that he was awake, it were that he was brought here the previous dream. A strange sky that changes, almost transitional from one beautiful clear one and one full of floating objects. He sits playing guessing game of what each object is, tail wiggled with the excitement know learning.
He peeps louder in the landing of a more wiser and stronger bird. The right eye a crystal rainbow of many runic letters within. The lean and twist of this majestic oddity peering in with the left eye, a vaper like hue clouds that eye... but it were still a crystal eye of runic lettering within.
Mattu peeps quieter in dancing in waiting for instructions by his lord. It were strange how time could go on forever, the two in bird language of what it means to be the follower of birds... more importantly to know what is a sign of the future and what were a immediate warning to act on.
He were taught of bird societies, there are as many patrons of bird types as there are many worlds. But that alone had made many differences within Mattu to heed. By this logic of breaking the human sensible assumptions, Mattu became all to more real with realizing the truth of his gift. The sight of strange things... He been very ignorant of paying no mind to differences. Those differences were nearly his death in the cases his helped.
Yet... His god soon praised him. For being fearless to help the strangers beyond. It were by the lord guidance that Mattu had even found those strangers at all. If the lord had thought it were to high of a risk for Mattu, then the lord was close by to protect his follower. And that made Mattu feel so much better for his deeds.
"As long as you have faith of embracing my truths I seek, to understand the lengths I will go to use my own claws for you and that we must trust each others judgements. My faith is not a human ways. I am a deity among birds whom cross many boundaries within only the known crossings. I seek truth of something beyond... My souls mission is learn other bird societies from beyond the reaches of the known... to include them among us." Many items are showered over Mattu and that the area from birds nest to a Lords home is changed.
Mattu was able to think as his many past lives. He recounted many years of study under this gods wings. His skin marked of the many risky journeys he took for the god... the recounting times of dying and being back as a local bird shape. That knowledge of being a local bird in many realm... That of strange places that seem the same in a bigger picture of things.
It was like being washed in a cold remembrance of many names he died as. Yet still... dying doesn't even matter in a sense. It does if he was human and dies in the normal human world. However, dying in the wrong realms had minor consequences... he knew what he had to do in the many possibilities of things. Always is he protected. His God has only ever failed him when it were not the fault of his God. Like that of ghost shadow mask guy doing things.
Bringing to another fact that Mattu is not able to ignore.
This is his god... deep inside that soul whom is sitting across from him. But... that mind and those actions aren't always of the gods wishes. It were something he only came to terms with when thinking about the strange grim reaper and death gods. Death has many faces, because death is a title of duty. As such... as is the lord of omens and prophecy. Yes... The lord was just a moment ago in a argument with the god of knowledge about this subject.
That thought now passed... Mattu sighs and sits back. Humming. The guy was just finished talking about the contract between them. A eatheral paper with runes, signed by soul or blood. By soul means linking perfectly in sync with his lord, proving the unyielding trust Mattu has gained a reputation for. Mattu has sat here many times before and has considered this always to be the best way for his and the god.
So what changed? It was his last visit with the godslayer. Yes... he recalls it. As long as he is dreaming, he remembers all those previous life memories. When he wakes up, he will only remember the important details without context.
"It feels like we dance around this all the time. Amusing almost." Mattu muttered her words because they were fitting for this moment, "I was to deliver a message to you... Well... the you within and not the you whom assumes I am blind."
The is a long stunned silence by the Lord of omens... Whom felt off guard by a nearly inhuman ways. The clouded vapor of the the left eye pours and shapes into a floating mask... a husk of what was a title of a god. Still able to forfill duty as a god title, still acting with a god bloodline host.
Yet... there seems to been something that went wrong... A god title should never be damned. So what is the cause of it? Mattu in all his many lifetimes isn't in the know.
"You are aware because I asked her too... because I can no longer proper communicated my will over the host. I am sorry for breaking your illusions." Ah, spoken like the reaper too... yes. So he did overhear the conversation and that of host did not. It makes sense of things.
"It is fine... you have trusted me this much. I must respect your decision. You seen how trusting of you I am, willing to fly the distances. How does you will play into the way will run this life?"
"I ask that you sign in blood." Signing the contract in blood is weaker form of bonding but it has no alteration to the followers views. Not so in sync of mind over host god and follower. Slightly weaker god abilities, normally. But... maybe the title being damned has need for such a weaker bonding... less harm of all three... god host, damned and living human.
"I hope you know what you doing, my lord." Mattu cutting his hand and that drips contacts the paper... that of runic tattoo imprints over Mattu. There is benefit of making this oath with a paper contact the slayer has sent to be used for this sort of occasion. Mattu retains his ability to alter into bird shapes, something that would have lost if this were normal. If this were not damned god title or that the paper contract were not designed for this.
"So it seems that your able to see and hear something I can not." The god host speaking, "And... you know the truth."
"It is still a honour to met you. It just a strange affair of changes circumstances. I am more then glad to continue small favour with you. The title choose and trusts you, I can not deny that without you. We would be here talking. So..." posed a hand out, "I look forward to working with you and I continue giving my faith and prayer. My reality may have changed but my practice has never."
"You are very good soul. Protecting you is quiet task." They shake on this and laugh together. The damned mask flutters around with inspecting that everything is in order.
"Anyways... my message I were to deliver. She wishes to invite us for a visit at her place. She enjoys long confusing conversations with folks that will not over react to her shape. She wishes to make sure that things are in order for us after this event... that I signed this contract correctly. She said something about trade items and something about souls. She had warned that the god sycthe will make his rounds on our visit... and be freaked out with the situation. She said the sycthe is all about order and that the living shouldn't be there." Mattu takes thought with things, "Did she move around to the city of the living dead?"
"Ugh... the black scaled slayer. The one whom talks. I didn't realize we were allies. Anyways... She currently located by the abyss gates. She had recently been releasing young slayer hatchling around places... like a mother crocodile." The host sighed, "I know she's making visit to the god realms for something."
"She looking for us... Best we get ready." The flow of the vapor flowing back into the host lord... that of several moments of staring at nothing. Mattu bows.
"I shall wake and make my preparations. If it is about the two werid tome keepers you talked of before... they likely too are to journey to met her. Make sense of the issues." Mattu bows in the every correct gesture.
Awaken among the living realm of humanity, in chick form... staring at air. Making sense of the long dream... Peeping excited with having somewhere to go do. He jumps out the little crat and faster then any servant to catch him.
He sprints about the royal Manor with loud tones possible.
The drop of downy feather in his wake, a voice that that wasn't so soft and cute... altering colder and wise. That of the dark pour as vapor, solidifying flight feathers.
He puffed and fluffs with stomping around to a good drop ledge. At no second thought of things, spreading longer and able carry wings. A little foot dance with timing.
Beak down frist, a perfect hover down and still not a graceful landing. He gets back up and coos gently. Hops about and the tail excitement of finding the reaper without trying.
"Mattu, what are you are doing?" That of the prince is whom picked Mattu from the floor.
"Your so hyper since you turned into a bird." The prince noted, Mattu coos back, "I don't understand bird."
"No... his just nosy. He didn't say anything." Oh, so the prince was whom had the mask fella... but the prince isn't a host. This prince doesn't have the same soul sounds or aura.
"We are going to visit her. I thought you wanted to come with. I was so excited about being a god follower that I forgot my manners."
"Her..." The silver eye tilted confused with looking about the change of feathers over Mattu... how suddenly more power ans aged the little boy bird became in just signing a contract with a god.
"I would assume that your lord asked you." the dull mask of the goop fella formed for convenience of conversation.
"She looking for me and my lord. We going to see her. She knows what happened."
"Mmm... you meant that too... the contract you signed has my inference. I can taste that much." The mask narrowing, "What is wrong then? She is helping you with something and it will have to consider us too. Something isn't right about you."
"Never mind me. I am trusting my lord in his chooses." The broken neck like angle that would put anyone uncomfortably in watching, it were the silver eyes whom was making this inhuman twisting. The prince pokes the reaper to be sure that it were really OK. The whip action of the goop mass knocking the reapers neck straight, that of the two bickering in their language.
"She knows. She wants to talk to me and my lord. I just thought you were interested. If you are not going to, I have a lovely lady to ask instead." Mattu doesn't help them. He were mostly talking about Twilight the whole time except at the end. He had meant if the reaper and goop weren't interested in going. Mattu would have to ask the goddess of summoning for a gate over to the realm of gods.
A living human isn't able to walk worlds that don't have law conditions for humanities existence. The aid of a key soul of the universes running of things is required to take a complicated affair of a living soul into a place like that. There is conditional needs about doing this. Mattu knew he was to stay in bird form if he were to travel.
He also has many things to say to the lady of many hands... from other lifetimes. He remembers that much at least. He felt like he can undyingly trust such a strong goddess. No matter how freakish she is in her true form... the many hands are just a more like a finger tip.
"OK..." So the two keepers are puzzled and aren't aware of issues or thinks there is no issues. Mattu is put down and bows with the prince. He gives separate bows to the tome keepers. Waddles about with where he has to do. He hops about very happy with being in bird form, managing such feat as leaving the royal Palace, avoided the commons area of voting nobility and on through the front doors.
He waddles the streets as a bird shape. making manage with soft hovering spots up buildings. Walking the roof slates to the cathedral grounds. Some little pay off of following crows around, watching them flying.
He intermixed among the crows and coos happy with just being able to. He spoke bird in talking about being a learner flyer. What he wasn't expecting was their responses to him... what the bird society was aware of.
"Your one of us now. You know the truth." The crows seem at celebration with him, "The lady of Twilight was right to pick you." The chorus of bird chatter echoes loudly among cathedral pews. So many crows talking things they can finally feel comfortable for a god follower to hear about other gods... quiet the gossip even. Gods of clashing cultures being actually blood related due to host relationships. The behaviour of what a god should be as is shockingly not as humans see.
That some stories from holy text were future predictions of the gods or just humanities way of advising gods. Holy text of many religious bible or scripts were about teaching, love, wrathful consequences and more. It were ironically fitting in many ways. That books like that were assume to be the words of gods over humanity would also be used spat back at the gods too.
"Follower of omens?" Mattu hops about with hearing someone say that, jumps about with looking about in twisting neck fashion, "Oh wow. Congratulations." The follower speaking is a lady... rather revealing clothing and nothing saintly. But... she is the follower of love, her confidence and care to show it was always extraordinary. She is in her official church wear... the ceremony sort. She doesn't wear this normally, she normally in complete cover up and always attending attention to the heart broken. She's quite mother here, Mattu was under her care a long time.
"Mother madam, you ceremonial clothing suits you." Mattu respects her for what she represents... That love for all things. Love of herself that she gives to others. Not anything from the gutter, thank you.
"I knew that Omens would choose you. I knew it from how you are. You're love almost rivals how I feel towards my God."
"Sometimes its more and other times it is less. My lord is a wonderful and strange. It like to mimic me quiet often and I him. Thank you for your words. It means a lot to me." Mattu coos at the end and gives a few noises chuckles mirroring crows around him. She snickers in petting his head. It feels nice, he quietens down.
"My goddess tells me you are going somewhere. That you will see them soon. I hope not that you mean to cut a life short."
"Oh not at all mother madam. I were asked to see someone abnormal in the company of my lord. Old friend I heard. Would you like me to take something with?"
"Your a clever little boy... yes. I would like you to take this. It would mean a lot the new following for him to wear this. It would mean a world of love to us." A very simple necklace with charm, "Made by us... aware that its not of his taste of style. But..."
"What we do for love... you say." Mattu taking it, "Yes... I make sure he does. I bet a feather on it." She snickers with how serious Mattu is about the request. She goes on with her day... blows a kiss at her leave. Mattu huffed and looking around back to the crows talking.
"We can take you to the god realm. You have to stay a bird but we know the way. We always have."
"The lady of summons is a busy madam with keeping 102 different worlds from total extinction of souls."
"We go place to place because we watch souls. You one if us now. You too can be allowed to learn the ways. You are watched by the tome of souls... more so now then you even had before."
"That is a blessing you know. That means all souls will help you. You just have to accept them in however form they are in."
"Hahaha... I look forwards to seeing your reaction to the gaurd dog. The hell hound is very nice dog. A good soul to us. He would give his blessings to you... not that he could in any sort of godly ways."
"But that blessing would keep them feathers burning in visiting the lava worlds. You be able to alter to reptile then."
"Yeah, Cerberus would love to have a human help him with things. A itchy spot."
The loud crowd of crows all shut up, they all peer in looking the same direction. Mattu looks at all of them very perplex and with looking at the direction they do. Back about looking at them.
"Ah, your a living soul... you wouldn't know." A crow mutters close with whisper, "We crows are dead souls and we know when time is close for some. We are like the damned but of animal souls. The human souls are more recognized as odd balls." Mattu tilts with finding this information very interesting. Looking that direct with solemn prayer, that of hope that the omen winds favour the soul and the reaper on their journey to the other side.
"Your a good kid." The crow must have felt or heard the prayer, "The omens picked a good soul. You never change." Mattu makes notes of the comment. Clearly his manners have echoed many lifetimes, "We should tell you because you deserve to know. But you must be careful whom to share this with." The crow lower with whispering, "This island is about to collapse... many souls that belong to a different soul tome are about to be carrier over. Very soon... very highly that you should be prepared. It will be in your lifetime that this island will sink into the abyss oceans. We are gathering here, ready for it to happen. We crows will be fine... a little living soul like you may be in danger."
"Thank you for your words... I shall keep that in mind." The crows slow with returning chatter, a single crow among flew away with soul checking the newly dead.
The eyes of the soul tome, that is the title they call themselves in duty. To watch where souls go, follow the soul so its name is written in the correct place of the sub category pages. Indicates the status of living or dead, so the crows generalized.
Mattu lack of filter has been interesting to see things. A whole new world. The way of life has not changed but the appreciation of its highs and lows is became more visible.
Mattu must learn better practices of flight if he is to world cross as a bird. He knows the crows are everywhere in every corner of the universe. Damned souls are just a normal part of the system for now.