Because The Far really doesn't fit in the concept of 'Outside' nor does it really warrant its own thread.
That said!
Well...
Weird place, to be sure. And truth be told, weird honestly doesn't cut it most of the time. Because most of the stuff that happens to be floating around in the endless gulf beyond existence simply doesn't have any sort of analog that the mortal mind could possibly draw.
For one, everything is alive. Not necessarily alive in the sense that material beings are, but alive none the less.
And at present, this is where Avatar happens to be. Where he's been for a while now. Because without a mortal body to mask himself in the material realm is quite unpleasant for him. Like dissolving flesh unpleasant. Which is why he's having Yaza make a body for him.
A service that requires payment.
Which is why he's out here poking around in the Wilds of the Far, great expanses of space and substance and time not aligned with any of the more powerful beings of this terrible place. A good thing for Avatar since he isn't keen on running into anyone who might try to eat him.
At present Avatar is swimming. Or at least that would be the closest analog to the form of movement he's employing at the moment. Swimming through a syrupy, flowing ocean of protoplasm.
The Amoebic Sea.
An entity that is, thankfully, rather benign as far as Far-Critters go, feeding off of minute particles suspended in its mass. Which is a good thing, since the beast is pretty close to omnipresent throughout this realm.
Avatar has already sequesterd a small portion of its mass into a geometrically warded cell on his person. No doubt planning on delivering it to Yaza.
"Ah! There it is!" quothe the Far-Chimera, having spotted the next object on his aberrant scavenger hunt. Wings push against the syrupy sky in powerful strokes as Avatar descends (ascends?) toward a floating island of stony flesh with a single tree-like coralish organism growing out of it.
An organism more than large enough for the Far-Chimera to alight in its bony branches.
Once on sure footing the Chimera gives himself a passing glance. Ever since he had been separated from Zee he's been changing radically. Not only in external appearance but fundamental nature as well. So much so that even his connection to Ragnnora had been severed completely lest this 'infection' spread to the whole of the Mother of Monsters.
His form has been steadily growing in orderliness, though an order that would prove difficult for most to grasp. And in that order a breath-taking beauty and majesty. Where there was once terror and roiling chaos reigned a sense of awe and geometry of infinite depth have pushed the former things aside.
Two great golden wings folded against his back, full of eyes around and within. Four smaller pairs, deep as the night sky and decked in an ever-flowing star-scape. Long, lithe feline body decked is armored scales like polished silver and swathed in midnight black fur-like cillia that shimmers with iridescence as it beats, leaving only the under-belly fully exposed. Six legs, the first pair like the grasping claws of a giant eagle. The second as the forepaws of a mighty lion. And the last as the hind-limbs of a sure-footed stag. A long reptilian tail ending in the head of a viper.
The chimera's head set at the end of a serpentine neck, his face mingling of the noblest features of each of the component beasts. Two great silver antlers reach up from his crown, branching away fractally into infinity. A brilliant golden orange mane drapes about him like sunset-clouds, brightening into wisps of electric blue at the bangs.
All about him hangs a blinding blue-white mist, issuing forth from the great eye set into the beast's chest.
Avatar can feel his spirit changing, binding more fully to the One he had encountered through Zee. And in that change becoming a conduit for the same joy and peace he had first experienced in that odd human.
He's something new, now.
What, he isn't sure.
So lost in thought he didn't even notice one of the polyps assailing one of his feet with toothed tendrils. Thankfully the injury is fairly minimal. He's pretty durable after all.
The polyp is torn free in a single stroke, rending away some of the creature's bony shell along with it. Only to be suspended between the Chimera's claws, a weave of mist swarming about it before locking into the form of another geometric prison.
Avatar then swallows it.
Cage and all.
"Okay... what else might Yaza be interested in..."
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Re: [TOWN] Random Locations Thread II
But I'll always be your bitch. :P
