zeeth_kyrah

You see, instead of disappearing, they hid in professions nobody would realize were anything but ordinary... but sometimes one manifests a truth that could only have been heard by the soul. This person has to have heard this song from spirit, because I heard it as well some weeks ago.



Lyrics are shown on-screen, though the interludes are filled with "alien" text. They are reprinted here:

THE CALLING

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(Written by the seat of my pants, with minimal editing. Let's see if I can finish this, or only get partway into it. Inspired by ysabetwordsmith's poem "Simple as a Glass of Chocolate" and the comments below it, as well as recent personal events.)

T'e-ma Huollo was a creature of another world,
Walking ethereally through ours. Her heart
Echoed with the songs of ages, her mind
Was filled with thoughts of wisdom
Fully distilled.

She looked like beauty itself,
Youth and age and form mixed all together
As in the reflection one sees
In the divination well.

Upon her brow was a horn,
Curved, with a slight twist.
Her hands and feet were like no
Living creature on Earth, formed
With horn upon the ends, but not hooves.
Fingers and toes bent delicately
To grasp their respective tasks.

And when she spoke, it felt like
The songs of the Universe
Echoed around the listener,
Leaving impressions of emotion
That colored her words.

But this is not what made her so alien.

It was simply that the world she walked
Did not know her, did not know itself
In her presence, for her power
Was alien spirit made flesh.

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The sun was drifting low in the orange sky and shadows were growing long. A slim-muscled feminine figure slipped from place to place down the empty road, long legs spanning leagues. Her tail fluttered a bit as she paused next to a road sign, considering the path ahead. There was night yet to cover, and plenty of land between her and her target.

The moon began to rise, and she moved on again, taking the westerly route. It might be longer, but it had better views at night. She needed to know that the land still had beauty in it. As she glanced up at the sky to gauge the time, a bit of yellow fire glittered from her eyes.

Toward morning, the creature rested under the eave of a small house just outside its city's boundary line. There was a fire station just up the road, but they wouldn't arrive in time. She took a slow breath, hand resting on her sore heart, and stepped inside. The birds began to sing sunrise as the sky lightened a little.

"Good morning! I'm surprised you aren't dreaming of cars again," she said to her friend. He looked up from his newspaper and nodded, then sat up and laid it aside.

"I'd expected someone else today. Is it time, then?"

"Sadly. We finished last night, and I was dispatched early."

"Well, I haven't got much to do today. I hope the cats will be all right." Her ears bent back at the thought, her focus briefly elsewhere.

"Your family will find someone."

He nodded. "Take me, Sekhmet. I'm ready."

They ran moments later to the door and into the rising sun.