[ooc: I'm open to anything when it comes to mind-reading! Just let me know if he would sense anything other than vocal thoughts since Altair's mind is a magical mess. Altair also has the ability to hear a person's soul song when he touches their shadow. Let me know if you are interested in playing with this ability!]
[Altair's appearance on the other hand was a disheveled mess. It looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, which to be fair he hadn't but as a mage he didn't need sleep anymore. He had paint stains on his left hand from when he tried painting earlier to take his mind off of everything. It didn't work and somehow he found himself in a bar, not that different from a tavern back home, which brough up even more painful memories. Loneliness, regret, guilt, Altair was an endless buffet for the mob of shades around him and the soft purple glow in his eyes as his magic resonated with his regret dimmed as he lost color at started to fade.
The shades around him were interesting. There were a few that took on a more solid appearance; his mother and sister, Arrakis, Skylar, however Altair had failed countless souls and the majority of them stayed as shadows. As they grew more solid there was a dark, rippling nature to them, like their shadows were underwater. The tiny star like lights inside them grew brighter and a faint echo of music could be heard from each shade, each song different from the other. Altair ran his clawed hand through his hair with a heavy sigh and silent plea. Just stop. I already know I failed them.
He shot Aunamee a tired glare, a bit life returning in the sharp spark of his glowing eyes with his hint of anger. He was also a myth and the black feathery spikes that ran down arms bristled slightly when he called him dear stranger. There was something unsettling about it, coming from someone who looked like they were observing everyone. He pushed aside his unease with a scoff.]
Sure you don't. Give it a few months and I'm sure this place will dredge some up for you to remember.
[Kind? He had been used enough lately and his thoughts were venomous. His fangs started to materialized with his quiet anger and his glowing eyes burned brighter for a moment before the shades sapped his energy again.]
Not if you expect to get something out of it. So what do you want?
Aunamee!
[Altair's appearance on the other hand was a disheveled mess. It looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, which to be fair he hadn't but as a mage he didn't need sleep anymore. He had paint stains on his left hand from when he tried painting earlier to take his mind off of everything. It didn't work and somehow he found himself in a bar, not that different from a tavern back home, which brough up even more painful memories. Loneliness, regret, guilt, Altair was an endless buffet for the mob of shades around him and the soft purple glow in his eyes as his magic resonated with his regret dimmed as he lost color at started to fade.
The shades around him were interesting. There were a few that took on a more solid appearance; his mother and sister, Arrakis, Skylar, however Altair had failed countless souls and the majority of them stayed as shadows. As they grew more solid there was a dark, rippling nature to them, like their shadows were underwater. The tiny star like lights inside them grew brighter and a faint echo of music could be heard from each shade, each song different from the other. Altair ran his clawed hand through his hair with a heavy sigh and silent plea. Just stop. I already know I failed them.
He shot Aunamee a tired glare, a bit life returning in the sharp spark of his glowing eyes with his hint of anger. He was also a myth and the black feathery spikes that ran down arms bristled slightly when he called him dear stranger. There was something unsettling about it, coming from someone who looked like they were observing everyone. He pushed aside his unease with a scoff.]
Sure you don't. Give it a few months and I'm sure this place will dredge some up for you to remember.
[Kind? He had been used enough lately and his thoughts were venomous. His fangs started to materialized with his quiet anger and his glowing eyes burned brighter for a moment before the shades sapped his energy again.]
Not if you expect to get something out of it. So what do you want?