Meddling with things beyond

The scrub brush ends of dried heather wasn't the only unseasonal changes along this isolated Moor lands. The very air whips and claws tearing up the even weaker ground. There is no water under here as it used to be, increasing more tumbles of plants and dust clouds. The only large brush shrub for miles was loosing hold among a rocky up crop of the Moor surface. The only area of shelter for a wary wings.

"Its not the Weirdest place a ex-ender has asked me to go to." raspy cooing invading among the ever denser wind changes.

"Who know that some doorways were even existing to such places?" His godly lord isn't at all exhausted nor is his lords every flight ever off guide from the clawing winds. Eatheral and ghostly as any visitor should when among the lands they don't belong. Mattu isn't bothered that his master had such grace and treatment, it simple was a oddity Mattu could count on. Some laws are to never change, Mattu huffs often in afterthought.

"I doubt that this is the right tree... it seems a little off." Mattu creaked into the branch after in a particular gust. He flinched as the surface under foot also felt wrong after. Being gentle to remove talons out and inspect them. Twisted neck of curiosity, dropped off a blue sap like fluid. His left eye looking at the branch where his claws left, "Oh may... this isn't a tree at all. We should apologise to this stranger for rudely assuming and sheltering on them."

The beloved Lord of omens has ability even above a hummingbird in how he took flight and twisted inspecting the whole 'tree ent'. The more times around he went, the clarity of agreeing with his follower that this isn't any tree. The lord lands beside his follower unable to find a face to speak to.

"Its quiet fine, the human sent you both here." The winds utterly dropped dead that moment. There seeps a little Brook of a stream that echos nearby, the only sense of water for miles. Just suddenly reverberating deafen background sounds.

"Your another informant of his?" The lord posed a talon to the tip of his beak after asking. The child only continues to marvel this lord.

"You don't understand. Whatever. The matter is that you wish to seek Twilight. She was just speaking to Nightmare and the boundary claws. You need to take the soil here... take a flower." Snapping as the very abnormal limb posed a cupped area... a softer pull of the breeze flicked a amount into the area, like cupped hands gripping loosely to falling sand, "You two aren't idiots. She trusts you to do the right things. Take the flower to the next one. The right one, the mute broken statue. Yes... you there next. Statue will pull you into there." a strange clothy container made a doughy like ball. It flexed and altered into a brown feather, "take it. Matthew." Mattu gently walks in plucking the feather, adding to his own wings. Posed in stare from the strange angle his head hung while connecting the feather. Cooed lightly and with a quick whip of looking to the breeze drifting a flower, "You give to the broken statue whom doesn't speak. A overdue self delivery. Times of passing items through lawful boundaries can take lifetimes of efforts."

"That doesn't make any sense unless you claim to also be James."

"Humans are fickle to take names. I... we... us... gave up our names a long time ago. Among the written in the soul tome... A floating broken name. The title fool did this... his choose. I guess he need me broken and everywhere in order to keep the time cloth of existence safe. What a strange freak... he does care. Its not a human way of care. souls are nearly as strange and creepy." The muttering swiftly rough by the breeze pick up, "But there some souls like you. I can understand." It even chuckled as it flicked the bird bodies off, "Fly now... talk is us all. Demon temper quelled by you enduring love and patience. Angel felt tempting sins if it is to protect you both. Fall or not, we. I. Us. Doesn't matter. The monster title is a creep... but he cares. Even Sean sometimes forgets."

The fling straight out out any ability to control flight, both crashing on the floor of grey grained sand. This sky wasn't human lands, but a foggy aura mist that shimmers. The horizon hindered by many shapes and silhouettes.

Mattu was helped up by his more solid and breathing lord, both finding Mattu had indeed managed to have a strange crystal grown flower. They both were covered in coal like soot, every move marked the aura shimmer with a flicker of it. There movement tracked by the moving particles.

"Visitors!" Many languages speaking all the same. The birds ruffled feathers in how pitched at times they all are. Together, they fluffed until ready for flight. Looking around areas for the one whom doesn't speak.

"Everything in the light is loud and not at all what we look for. They all perfect looking in the light." They dances the air seeking close dodgy encounters. Some scream for snatching and others spoke kind. Some were set serious with handing souls if it meant that flower.

"There." Mattu takes lead with twirled air, there is a statue fleeing from the noise. In the light it was a very desecrated scratched up statue, barely at all keeping parts of itself together. This world was odd as weeping angels almost. Movement not watched but heard. Making catching up to this broken one. The two landing near it, eyeing the details and the frozen frantic pose it is frozen shape of.

"You recon if we blink, it would run?" His lord asked.

"Let's make sure this is the mute. The windy tree Moor ent said it be mute."

They both looked at the surrounding of statues with weapons raised in ready to fight. A perfect ring around.

"Gah." His lord jumped in how changed the statue they landed looked, it towering them both. Mattu looking around tilted. The statues in being ready to fight all murmur lightly of plans or questions about a pair of odd birds. The broken statue is posed in mime out a sort of, 'thinking' human like pose.

"Is Sean that guy with silvery eyes?" Mattu asking. This broken statue makes to be the only one that moves while in visible sight, nodding and some strange rolling wrist of word seeking. It can't speak yet a mouth of it was formed and posed for lip reading.

'The sycthe of universal judgement. The tester for where souls names ordered.'

"That your are right, his nickname is Judge." Mattu coos with the flower muffling his speech, it has been since he had to carry it, "Are you whom this was to be delivered to? It doesn't seem right that a mute would talk to us. As looking value, you seem the right choose but this doesn't seem right."

The two birds stare around again... and both took flight up, circling the shade areas. The crowd of statues all scream and snarl. Even the one whom came to them was now speaking foul of them not being tricked. The flight of circling the strange aura mist, swirls strange patterns of where they had been. Striking a sort of scramble from those of whole stone to hide. Thrown handfuls of dirt patter feathers, never harmed them.

"Broken and mute. For a strange realm of statues, we are still looking for someone that seems like him."

"A strange normal looking kid with a broken inside..." Mattu sharply flew into the light areas once again, "Always never far from walking both worlds." Mattu soon was zig zags around a very bright and a dark areas, a threading needle patching two areas together. In all the swirls he see a possibility. He makes false landing on this small stood one, the claw that tapped to let the very statue ring like a bell. His lord landing to the ground thinking about this choose, he was fairly as clueless about this riddle as his follower was. This wasn't something a normal moral would have knowledge for or ask about - thus not a human based knowledge to answer.

This statue carries no sense of age, but could at a distance be deceptively assumed as a young man. In the light, the imperfections inside itself were bare clear and broken. In the shadows, it looked whole and living. A sort of flicker of chilling aura spills from then stare, creepy give there is no carved face. The tilt, not mirroring them as birds but its own share to be curious.

"Are you a whisper whom can not speak?" The lord of omens hopping about inspecting this one. The tilts stop and the direct look at Mattu, "Very strange this realm of statue poeple."

The pose of talon thinking once again. Mattu hops softly around near his lord, cooing in dragging the crystal flower along. Noise of them both fluttering in pondering commentary of the statue actions.

"I don't think this is the one... Mute, sure. Broken... sure. The creepy factor. But. Not the one." His lord and Mattu took flight once more. They left behind this one too.

"What a world of strange." Mattu dancing about gliding the breeze of the sky with his lord, they tilt looking about seeking.

"There always something off that happens around him." They both mutter. They circled about looking for anything but 'normal'. It wasn't hard after that.

The strange statue this time is a door, which wasn't strange. Its that it was partly open door with a strange fleshy like crystal splatter. Prevention of the door closing was a crumbling skull with fanged teeth. Indeed it was all marked as weird. So... now it was a matter of seeking a statue around here that has interaction with this door. Sure enough...

Both the frist guess statue and the second guessed statue appeared most suddenly at this creepy weird crystal door. The two melted into a singular being and went to touch the door. Tilting at the side of how the crow shapes eyed the statue.

"We were both right." Mattu wiggles happy and his lord tilts more perplexed by this answer.

"The human whisper sent you?"

"Well... technically we were thrown here by the tree ent of blue sap." Cooed lightly, "We have a lot of questions but think we learned to stop asking."

"Some realms only exist as layer overlaps of others. What you might be seeing isn't maybe the same layer as me. Even then, I get lost too. No one makes sense."

"Wise." Mattu dances lightly. The figure offered arm. Both hop landing to there arm, a hand taking the flower now.

"Message." holding it with as it wilts and then shatters into a dust, sticking over the skin, "Makes sense." The door pushed up, walked in at ease.

The old Manor grounds is furnished in the finest craft that mages can produced. Repairs of the old heritage building was done as close to the traditional way possible. The very flow of energy seeps and clung, forming back life and existence into Mattu. His lord returned a ghostly misty damned crow, nearly a construction clay and paper model in void black highlights.

"I had no..." Welwick seated at the visitor room sofa, across seated was the very sickly looking queen. She was fragile and glossy eyed, "Young James." The flicker to looking at Mattu and the lord of omens, "Arent you birds meant to be in a pilgrimage?" Given this strange location and mention of a pilgrimage... Time had either skipped or Mattu should be here yet.

"We have time yet." His lord covering for them, "Its of no concern. What is that we are here anyways. When we shouldn't be."

"Thats exactly what I thought. Your the past." James nods, "I would only break time this way if what is now... isn't right. My only method of fixing things without the creep around."

"Why? Why are these two souls in the wrong time?" A silver coat cat hopping up to the sofa, hissed at them in glaring, "Just what were you thinking? The last thing we need is them being know it all."

Mattu tail feathers wiggle lightly as he steps up the arm more. Very nosie bird tones as the birds give some guessing comparison of how they left the queen and how she is here. The swats of then having a good guess from them eyeing the surroundings, the items laying around in boxes and the rings. She was remarried, but its isn't a happy one. She looked ill... done even. Welwick isn't in uniform, likely lost handle of MAC. James seems sickly smelling too.

"What we should have done was not ever invade onto sacred territory of other untouched lands." The Queen seems to admit, a shivered fragile hand pinching her nose ridge, "It would have prevented this curse." Mattu tilts twisted in confusion of this admission of failure. There a sudden narrowing from Welwick for that gesture from Mattu.

"Mattu..." Welwick bows to the point of both knees, "You can warn my past self... You..." there a quite a grip of reflection and pain. It must have really been really serious as the lord of Omens was very taken into the negative energy. That pain to be snatched from the demon, "Dont make me sign over the company for anything. Not even a soul. Order it of my past self, make it clear that it a bad idea."

"There is nothing greater the true sacrifices for the things we want for what we need and love." The lord spoke gentle and yet so clear to them all, spooking even James.

"You are doing that thing again, sir." Mattu huffed and the two flutter in bird about. They both stop to stare at something interesting, they both stared at the silver cat sitting in the soul tome book. The reaper in cat form hissing at the book. The hyper awareness of both looking gazed.

"The cover looks wrong..." The lord noted.

"Mmm... its not that. Thats not the compendium but only a wedge of our space time." Mattu corrects, "The cover doesn't actually matter as such. Not unless you scribble doodles over it enough."

"How are you both able to see? Since how long have you been able to?"

"They are from a past... it doesn't exactly mean our current past. As in the break of time has flexed them to be here.. for something."

"Well that might mean you missing a soul from our spilt of time... a fragement that needs return." Mattu dances about and hops on the table. He being a loud and nosy bird, peaking the area mist the pours from the book. He did this instead of antagonizing the book, aware of not playing with things he shouldn't have. He learnt that lesson ages ago.

"Dont you dare." Sean sweep claw through Mattu. This was a direct cut through the right eye, which did dripped of damned essence. Give this sort of thing has to be treated like a reaper scythe dusting a Damned and not the normal.

The normal is that a living human with no curses or impurities would have no mark or tell of being tested by the scythe of death. Even still this ignoring the straining details of what Sean is exactly and Mattu's current god follower contract is abnormal. That the lord of Omens title is cursed while the god host is normal.

Being clawed through the eye was painless, more numbing quality to it. There isn't any living blood spilt, so there shouldn't have to be a problem. But this is... Give that this marks Mattu's caused shadow side with a horrid slice. It enough to be blood loss to faint. Its great thanks that his lord is damned to be able to interve where a God hasn't before, preventing blood loss any further and having learnt enough to fix the wound closed.

"Why is it that it is always my poor little follower whom gets hurt for my curiosity?" Wing petting over the injury as the more closed. This problem was a slow healing this wound will take to be not this affecting. The rest of the room is at shock or overall gave mixed reactions. James flicking the Judge being the most noted as a extreme reaction. Welwick was most concerned over helping heal or watch for any issues (apparently spirits are attracted to scythe checked souls which could become a worse issue).

"I am so confused." The queen mutters.

"Here to collect a pair of birds..." Welwick had became so freaked out that he dropped the human looks and stood petrified on the spot. James giving a very surreal nod to the direction of the voice. Picking Mattu up and carries over to the torn rip in the wall. A last little pet across the face with better result of stopping the wound from worsening. Gently passed over to the claws finger tips, the lord of omens hopping to steady his follow, being as supportive as he can be. through into the tare void through to the other side.

"From what you may have gathered, what they been through is events we need to avoid, events I seen in other patterns of cloth." The voice is all around at all directions, the surface underneath their little bird feet was ever changing like someone trying to walk a water bed, "Dont let the demon loose his position, prevent the queen from breaking a few boundaries along the Asian Along the Asian continental and Northern areas of Canada. Not forgetting her particular case of upset the native Americans of North America. She was going for purification spirits which would have erased the spirit guides and ancestral spirit wards." Mattu was awake enough to hold a wing around his face but be awake and moving. Still very dazed and hasn't came to terms with damage caused.

"We going to try to stop all that?"

"Its the hope... but whom knows how and when." Putting the two somewhere recognizing to sensibly, "Good luck." The torn rip of space seals itself once more, threads being straighten tight and unnoticed.

"My lord, I didn't meant to let myself get clawed. I am sorry."

"Oh Mattu... the grief is on me. I am sorry that I didn't block or prevent it." Cawing their own tunes and trying to snap sense back, more importantly Mattu returned in human for. Both hands hold his right side of his face. Leaning himself to keep it from seeping away.

Stung by the street light switched on. The draft of cold whispers clouded breath raising to the stream. The dew drops of grass, the softer flutter of other wildlife at dawn.

"We both can agree that doing small favours for the child is weird." His lord landing on Mattus head and deeply inspecting face and wounds. Wing wiping the area ever so gentle.

"Best stop Welwick lossing his favorite game." Hand taps inside the cloak, fishing out a old small screen phone.