These raptors were exiled into the invisible world, yet could not be forced out from its hemisphere as was hoped. Alike to all species of extinction, there becomes an etheric subset that still continues on.
Although they no longer have a substantive presence in the physical world, their kind (the Raptors particularly) persist as reptilian vampires, stalking the ethers in packs of screeching attack.
They contribute to the fear and anger that they feed upon. They stimulate the minds of men into such a panic, their energy is consumed, and the undercurrent to their daily thoughts is adrenaline driven.
Tyrannosaurs are tyrannical in their behaviours. Dinobirds are the antithesis to the angelic birds we know nesting in our forests and foliage.
Amarillo knew the difference between life and death, but he was confused when it came to the inbetweens. He perceived the dislocation of species - just as with the Raptors who were abandoned by their heritage home to circle the ethers above; he often would step into the adjacent worlds, where also the newly departed mortals would go.
Mostly he enjoyed watching their joyous release from the tedium and the pain - and their general world weariness. He could see the difficulties rise and split away from these souls, opening like a rose - many roses - about them; and, the worse the suffering, the greater was their radiance around.
Although they no longer have a substantive presence in the physical world, their kind (the Raptors particularly) persist as reptilian vampires, stalking the ethers in packs of screeching attack.
They contribute to the fear and anger that they feed upon. They stimulate the minds of men into such a panic, their energy is consumed, and the undercurrent to their daily thoughts is adrenaline driven.
Tyrannosaurs are tyrannical in their behaviours. Dinobirds are the antithesis to the angelic birds we know nesting in our forests and foliage.
Amarillo knew the difference between life and death, but he was confused when it came to the inbetweens. He perceived the dislocation of species - just as with the Raptors who were abandoned by their heritage home to circle the ethers above; he often would step into the adjacent worlds, where also the newly departed mortals would go.
Mostly he enjoyed watching their joyous release from the tedium and the pain - and their general world weariness. He could see the difficulties rise and split away from these souls, opening like a rose - many roses - about them; and, the worse the suffering, the greater was their radiance around.
But then there were those who, alike to the species in exile - there were the in-betweens — who could not move into the heavens, nor return to the Earth.
Some were suicides, who were forced to remain for what would have been their earthly term - compelled to watch and yearn for the family and food and air they once knew. These souls were constantly grieving, as though their final moments remained with them and thus tied them to the World, with the spiritual supplication awaiting them could not penetrate their sadness. There were no roses for them.
Then, there were the men and women (never children) who passed into the realm as atheists. This never went well, for they had not the spiritual sight to carry them further. These souls would be quite lost, and often times mumbling to themselves in this Hades of otherness.
Witches and warlocks would astrally project themselves into this realm to recruit some of these lost souls into their service. These were the Deceivers, as he liked to call them. When Amarillo came across a member of the black arts coercing a recently deceased mortal he would break up the discourse by showering them with a glamour of love. He found this easy to conjure, as he had nothing but pity for these tragic creatures of will.
It was always so cliché he would think to himself, trying to abate his annoyance at the veritable ‘shits’ of this spiritual society.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
Some were suicides, who were forced to remain for what would have been their earthly term - compelled to watch and yearn for the family and food and air they once knew. These souls were constantly grieving, as though their final moments remained with them and thus tied them to the World, with the spiritual supplication awaiting them could not penetrate their sadness. There were no roses for them.
Then, there were the men and women (never children) who passed into the realm as atheists. This never went well, for they had not the spiritual sight to carry them further. These souls would be quite lost, and often times mumbling to themselves in this Hades of otherness.
Witches and warlocks would astrally project themselves into this realm to recruit some of these lost souls into their service. These were the Deceivers, as he liked to call them. When Amarillo came across a member of the black arts coercing a recently deceased mortal he would break up the discourse by showering them with a glamour of love. He found this easy to conjure, as he had nothing but pity for these tragic creatures of will.
It was always so cliché he would think to himself, trying to abate his annoyance at the veritable ‘shits’ of this spiritual society.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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