Miles above the kingdom's capital hung a vast expanse of thin air, the light blue hues of the sky contrasting vividly against the white wisps of cloud and golden rays of the sun. Birds flew by without a set pattern, flocking at times and soaring away in large groups, or simply going out to find food. They flew about, oblivious to the small changes occurring within the dimensional veil that separated the realm from parallel universes, other dimensions, and the rare pocket dimension. Here, approximately three thousand meters above ground level, a slight crack within the veil began to form, almost like a stitch being unwound, a zipper being undone, opening the dimension to all sorts of new phenomena that would soon ensue.
All was silent as the rip slowly began to spread apart, unraveling the barriers that separated the realms of the Empire, and that of Secretiore Spatium. The motions undergone by the dimensional rift created a perfect circle that lay parallel to the planet beneath, silently allowing the slightest glimpse of the other dimension to be viewed through the now nine meter in diameter circle. From here it seemed as if a large distance spaced the dimensions apart, a lone outline reverberating against the light behind it, the light of a sun of Secretiore.
The entity seemed to be growing closer, each step bringing it what seemed only nanometers towards the opening. Closer it came, covering the distance in short, precise steps as features began to become view-able from the other side. A red jacket, the inside trimmed with a deep black material that only caused the golden hair to stand out that much more, the hue matching that of ripened wheat to the point it seemed that if you touched it, that it would have the same texture. Sharp, hard features could now be seen just under his brow, a pair of eyes matching his golden hair gazing forward in a scathing glare that seemed would wilt a flower should it fall beneath its gaze. Suddenly, light seemed to cascade forth from the creature, blowing away the shadows that seemed to block ones perception of his very being as the rest of his form came into view.
It seemed as if a silent and featureless zephyr continually permeated the causeway between dimensions as the red jacket was pulled tight against his slender form, taught muscle revealed beneath the open article of clothing. A pair of sleek black slacks hung from his hips, fitting to the form of his legs at the thighs, but expanding away from his calves due to the slacks themselves not growing thinner as they went down. Dark red and black sneakers hung about his feet, the mixture of colors making it seem as if it were made for the ensemble.
Each step resounded with a loud echo as he continued forward, a crisscrossing of scars going across the upper-left portion of his chest and lower-left portion of his face, pushing outwards on the skin like the invasive roots of a weeping willow. At last he arrived at the edge of the rift, standing as if the side were the floor, and in the gravitational and directional sense of the tunnel, it was. He seated himself upon the rim of the circle, the portal having seemingly no depth if viewed from the side, and nothing at all being visible from above. It was quite an abnormality, but it didn't seem to phase Agragorn as he allowed his legs to dangle from the edge. They hung forward, the point where his legs crossed past the dimensional barrier they began to hang forward due to the change in the directional perception. Looking at him, he seemed to be sitting with his legs straight out, but to Agragorn it was like having his legs dangle downwards at a right angle.
Smirking, he leaned forward, elbows on knees as he held his fingers in an interlocked pattern that he rested his head upon. His eyes held a sort of arrogant challenge to anyone that dared meet them, his smirk remaining quite cocky in its own right. Here he waited for anyone to come, to try and pass through his territory. Slowly his lips parted, allowing for words to escape from the confines of his throat in a melodic rhythm that echoed about the tunnel in a silky grace.
"Let the test commence."
All was silent as the rip slowly began to spread apart, unraveling the barriers that separated the realms of the Empire, and that of Secretiore Spatium. The motions undergone by the dimensional rift created a perfect circle that lay parallel to the planet beneath, silently allowing the slightest glimpse of the other dimension to be viewed through the now nine meter in diameter circle. From here it seemed as if a large distance spaced the dimensions apart, a lone outline reverberating against the light behind it, the light of a sun of Secretiore.
The entity seemed to be growing closer, each step bringing it what seemed only nanometers towards the opening. Closer it came, covering the distance in short, precise steps as features began to become view-able from the other side. A red jacket, the inside trimmed with a deep black material that only caused the golden hair to stand out that much more, the hue matching that of ripened wheat to the point it seemed that if you touched it, that it would have the same texture. Sharp, hard features could now be seen just under his brow, a pair of eyes matching his golden hair gazing forward in a scathing glare that seemed would wilt a flower should it fall beneath its gaze. Suddenly, light seemed to cascade forth from the creature, blowing away the shadows that seemed to block ones perception of his very being as the rest of his form came into view.
It seemed as if a silent and featureless zephyr continually permeated the causeway between dimensions as the red jacket was pulled tight against his slender form, taught muscle revealed beneath the open article of clothing. A pair of sleek black slacks hung from his hips, fitting to the form of his legs at the thighs, but expanding away from his calves due to the slacks themselves not growing thinner as they went down. Dark red and black sneakers hung about his feet, the mixture of colors making it seem as if it were made for the ensemble.
Each step resounded with a loud echo as he continued forward, a crisscrossing of scars going across the upper-left portion of his chest and lower-left portion of his face, pushing outwards on the skin like the invasive roots of a weeping willow. At last he arrived at the edge of the rift, standing as if the side were the floor, and in the gravitational and directional sense of the tunnel, it was. He seated himself upon the rim of the circle, the portal having seemingly no depth if viewed from the side, and nothing at all being visible from above. It was quite an abnormality, but it didn't seem to phase Agragorn as he allowed his legs to dangle from the edge. They hung forward, the point where his legs crossed past the dimensional barrier they began to hang forward due to the change in the directional perception. Looking at him, he seemed to be sitting with his legs straight out, but to Agragorn it was like having his legs dangle downwards at a right angle.
Smirking, he leaned forward, elbows on knees as he held his fingers in an interlocked pattern that he rested his head upon. His eyes held a sort of arrogant challenge to anyone that dared meet them, his smirk remaining quite cocky in its own right. Here he waited for anyone to come, to try and pass through his territory. Slowly his lips parted, allowing for words to escape from the confines of his throat in a melodic rhythm that echoed about the tunnel in a silky grace.
"Let the test commence."
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