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Divine Djinn Surge - HornedRam
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO THIS ONE https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59647568/ *
More Lamp Emerald side-stuff for you all to enjoy.
This time it was both rakuma-imp and KamiraExp-Commission who worked on this, the former doing the sketch and the latter the colors. It was a special sale and I felt like seeing more of the great Serene Surge design made by my pal HornedRam. A gentler, kinder Surge is a contrast alright.
If you like their work, you can check out their commission sheets right here https://www.deviantart.com/rakuma-i.....PEN-1006769964
And also there https://www.deviantart.com/kamiraex.....Info-663923049
Now how does Surge acts now that she is a djinn? Read on and find out!
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SAINTLY SURGE
Kitsunami didn't quite know how to react to all of this.
Surge and him had retired to a small cottage, seclusion if only for them both to acclimate themselves to freedom, to dissipate the desire of revenge to simply living. It was her own wish in a sense, born out of serenity and a miracle as he eyed the Lamp Emerald which was ever protected by their vigilance and even by a spell of her own design. From cybernetic and enhanced tenrec to a djinn, Surge had gone through a lot of change yet now was at peace with herself. She said she belonged to him, calling Kit master albeit he was a little uncomfortable with that. He was the one who was her sidekick, her lackey in a sense. It was drilled into him, into his psyche even though he knew who did it and for which purpose.
For better or worse, this was his nature now.
And yet Surge wanted nothing more than to please, to feel calm and tranquil as she smiled, moved at her own pace, took care of meal and cleaning with snaps of her fingers. She dressed in a way that, for lack of a better word, awakened many things in Kit. White with a touch of blue and gold, her skin and fur on display as her quills laid low only reinforced the much gentler and kinder attitude that she now possessed. The brash, rude and punk-like Sonic hater was gone, replaced by a soft-spoken, methodical and generous soul...and yet she said that she vastly preferred it that way. Basically, he was living with a friendly, lovely woman now and parts of him felt confused about it all as conflicting instincts went on to mess everything around for him.
And then it got worse.
A traveler coming by, an accident which could have left him wounded and permanently injured, all prevented by Surge with a display of magic the likes few could have ever seen...if any. Saving someone, expecting no thanks, dressed in white and being rather exceptionally beautiful only made people want to see Surge...and then more...until a small community formed around them. A small village in which everyone knew Surge and Kit, though mostly the former. He was the tagalong fennec who hung out with the one they began to call “The Saint”.
It was funny in a sense, Starline hoping to build those two as replacements for Sonic and Tails, only for Surge to somewhat succeed in a wholly different way unintentedly. People flocked towards her and she took it humbly, in stride, not as the showboat and self-centered gal that she once was. They all wanted time with her, either for miracles or for courtship, hoping to see more of Saint Surge, yet she ever refused the latter politely while doing the former in ways that certainly didn't quite mesh well with Kit.
It was a funny feeling, a possessive streak which he didn't quite know he had. Normally he'd be simply seeking guidance, direction and even orders for Surge. His prime directive, his general thoughts were ever centered on ways to please and be useful to her, yet now that her own focus was on him in much the same fashion...he felt unworthy. Yet at the same time he did want to be that, worthy. Conflictual assessments of Surge, of him, of their relationship, of what he actually wanted. A half-naked, gorgeous girl wanting the best for him, for them and he felt unremarkable, weak, needing to be told what to do about this. Starline had done a number on him and he was just too meek to get out of this. It would be better if he wasn't there, to not drag Surge down with his mediocre quality.
“Ah, master...I was searching for you,” Surge said, ever contemplative as she walked barefoot, never getting dirty despite the nature around them, the dirt of everyone's boots and shoes, never even getting cold despite the mountain air. She was flawless, a truly glorious sight and each time he saw her did he feel it, the amazement and then the dread comparison between them both. “You ever hide when you feel inadequate, without worth. I do wish you would stop doing this. I am more than ready to listen to you, whenever or wherever would be best for you.”
“Ah...right...” Kit responded, thinking how his little problems were so small and insignificant when compared to real ones. Broken legs, starved and destitute pilgrims, the homeless...all proper queries when put in contrast with his own innate inadequacy. “It's just...you know...I...don't think I belong? I'm dragging everyone down.”
“The damage done by Starline is deep indeed, but you will heal, I will see to that. In tragedy did some potential arise, for you are much more capable and stronger than you think,” Surge said, sitting besides him in a cross-legged position. She was taller, much grander than him and he felt so small, devoid of any interest when compared to her. “This community would not exist without you.”
“I'm sorry to say, ma'am...but that's not true. It wouldn't exist without you,” Kit responded, the fact that he refuted her still so alien to him. Before he'd just agree to any and all that she said, if only to satisfy her own ego and to comply with his programming. It was easier that way and he still relied on those sentiments, like a crutch for his mind and soul. “It's your magic which built houses, healed the weak and sick, provided food...”
“But it was your hydrokinesis which allowed you to find a proper water source for our well. You tried so hard to produce ice to relieve a few who got sunburnt on the journey, employing the moisture in the air,” Surge explained, putting things into context as she placed one hand on his shoulder. The contact startled him, not just by the surprise of it but in how he couldn't quite grasp how he yearned for it. “You only see my actions, but fail to see yours. Then again, I do understand why you'd be looking at me and not just because of conditioning, master.”
This made him blush, reduced Kitsunami to silence as her own new genie senses, her self-awareness, her own observation skills did make it so she saw things he didn't, understood concepts that he was still yet to grasp. “You...you could have done all this without...m-me though...”
“Perhaps...but I didn't have to because you did it. Do you remember when you stopped the blood flow from that nasty gash that otter received while I tended to his friends? You saved a soul that day,” Surge continued as Kit couldn't quite refute that, although a part of him did think it was because he had been programmed to agree with Surge. Such doubt was debilitating, shaking him to his core and yet she knew this. Fingers below his chin, a gentle grasp, a turning of the head and then...a gentle, heart-melting kiss. Near-chaste, a peck more than anything and yet it did silence his turmoil. “You are far more heroic than you think, far greater in potential than even you realize. Controlling water is no small feat. And I want it to bloom, for you to be happy, to be celebrated not for chaos but for better means and feats.”
The very slight taste of her lips silenced him, an awkward smile on the fennec's face as she believed in him so hard. He wanted to, he truly did. To mimicry that faith as Saint Surge was beloved, yet perhaps he had been deaf to those who did demonstrate gratitude and kindness to him. He had thought they'd be alone, that they'd be secluded on Mobius and he had been somewhat fine with that...but was he? Once again did he simply follow what Surge said blindly, yet even though she was far kinder and factually right these days, he still subsumed his own desires and ego in her favor. She tried to ignite something in him and...and perhaps he needed to seize it. One step at a time, however.
“Thanks...maybe...maybe I'm not so useless after all,” Kit agreed, trying to see himself in a different light. The first stage of a better version of himself, a healthier and more balanced Kitsunami. Something he'd do for her...but also for himself. His own submission to Surge and her past bossy attitude was softly replaced by something else, affection that he was beginning to understand. To accept and even act on it was beyond his current level, but the kiss did linger in his mind and it brought warmth to him. Perhaps, just perhaps in time he could be what she saw in him, someone to believe in.
A hero.
More Lamp Emerald side-stuff for you all to enjoy.
This time it was both rakuma-imp and KamiraExp-Commission who worked on this, the former doing the sketch and the latter the colors. It was a special sale and I felt like seeing more of the great Serene Surge design made by my pal HornedRam. A gentler, kinder Surge is a contrast alright.
If you like their work, you can check out their commission sheets right here https://www.deviantart.com/rakuma-i.....PEN-1006769964
And also there https://www.deviantart.com/kamiraex.....Info-663923049
Now how does Surge acts now that she is a djinn? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
SAINTLY SURGE
Kitsunami didn't quite know how to react to all of this.
Surge and him had retired to a small cottage, seclusion if only for them both to acclimate themselves to freedom, to dissipate the desire of revenge to simply living. It was her own wish in a sense, born out of serenity and a miracle as he eyed the Lamp Emerald which was ever protected by their vigilance and even by a spell of her own design. From cybernetic and enhanced tenrec to a djinn, Surge had gone through a lot of change yet now was at peace with herself. She said she belonged to him, calling Kit master albeit he was a little uncomfortable with that. He was the one who was her sidekick, her lackey in a sense. It was drilled into him, into his psyche even though he knew who did it and for which purpose.
For better or worse, this was his nature now.
And yet Surge wanted nothing more than to please, to feel calm and tranquil as she smiled, moved at her own pace, took care of meal and cleaning with snaps of her fingers. She dressed in a way that, for lack of a better word, awakened many things in Kit. White with a touch of blue and gold, her skin and fur on display as her quills laid low only reinforced the much gentler and kinder attitude that she now possessed. The brash, rude and punk-like Sonic hater was gone, replaced by a soft-spoken, methodical and generous soul...and yet she said that she vastly preferred it that way. Basically, he was living with a friendly, lovely woman now and parts of him felt confused about it all as conflicting instincts went on to mess everything around for him.
And then it got worse.
A traveler coming by, an accident which could have left him wounded and permanently injured, all prevented by Surge with a display of magic the likes few could have ever seen...if any. Saving someone, expecting no thanks, dressed in white and being rather exceptionally beautiful only made people want to see Surge...and then more...until a small community formed around them. A small village in which everyone knew Surge and Kit, though mostly the former. He was the tagalong fennec who hung out with the one they began to call “The Saint”.
It was funny in a sense, Starline hoping to build those two as replacements for Sonic and Tails, only for Surge to somewhat succeed in a wholly different way unintentedly. People flocked towards her and she took it humbly, in stride, not as the showboat and self-centered gal that she once was. They all wanted time with her, either for miracles or for courtship, hoping to see more of Saint Surge, yet she ever refused the latter politely while doing the former in ways that certainly didn't quite mesh well with Kit.
It was a funny feeling, a possessive streak which he didn't quite know he had. Normally he'd be simply seeking guidance, direction and even orders for Surge. His prime directive, his general thoughts were ever centered on ways to please and be useful to her, yet now that her own focus was on him in much the same fashion...he felt unworthy. Yet at the same time he did want to be that, worthy. Conflictual assessments of Surge, of him, of their relationship, of what he actually wanted. A half-naked, gorgeous girl wanting the best for him, for them and he felt unremarkable, weak, needing to be told what to do about this. Starline had done a number on him and he was just too meek to get out of this. It would be better if he wasn't there, to not drag Surge down with his mediocre quality.
“Ah, master...I was searching for you,” Surge said, ever contemplative as she walked barefoot, never getting dirty despite the nature around them, the dirt of everyone's boots and shoes, never even getting cold despite the mountain air. She was flawless, a truly glorious sight and each time he saw her did he feel it, the amazement and then the dread comparison between them both. “You ever hide when you feel inadequate, without worth. I do wish you would stop doing this. I am more than ready to listen to you, whenever or wherever would be best for you.”
“Ah...right...” Kit responded, thinking how his little problems were so small and insignificant when compared to real ones. Broken legs, starved and destitute pilgrims, the homeless...all proper queries when put in contrast with his own innate inadequacy. “It's just...you know...I...don't think I belong? I'm dragging everyone down.”
“The damage done by Starline is deep indeed, but you will heal, I will see to that. In tragedy did some potential arise, for you are much more capable and stronger than you think,” Surge said, sitting besides him in a cross-legged position. She was taller, much grander than him and he felt so small, devoid of any interest when compared to her. “This community would not exist without you.”
“I'm sorry to say, ma'am...but that's not true. It wouldn't exist without you,” Kit responded, the fact that he refuted her still so alien to him. Before he'd just agree to any and all that she said, if only to satisfy her own ego and to comply with his programming. It was easier that way and he still relied on those sentiments, like a crutch for his mind and soul. “It's your magic which built houses, healed the weak and sick, provided food...”
“But it was your hydrokinesis which allowed you to find a proper water source for our well. You tried so hard to produce ice to relieve a few who got sunburnt on the journey, employing the moisture in the air,” Surge explained, putting things into context as she placed one hand on his shoulder. The contact startled him, not just by the surprise of it but in how he couldn't quite grasp how he yearned for it. “You only see my actions, but fail to see yours. Then again, I do understand why you'd be looking at me and not just because of conditioning, master.”
This made him blush, reduced Kitsunami to silence as her own new genie senses, her self-awareness, her own observation skills did make it so she saw things he didn't, understood concepts that he was still yet to grasp. “You...you could have done all this without...m-me though...”
“Perhaps...but I didn't have to because you did it. Do you remember when you stopped the blood flow from that nasty gash that otter received while I tended to his friends? You saved a soul that day,” Surge continued as Kit couldn't quite refute that, although a part of him did think it was because he had been programmed to agree with Surge. Such doubt was debilitating, shaking him to his core and yet she knew this. Fingers below his chin, a gentle grasp, a turning of the head and then...a gentle, heart-melting kiss. Near-chaste, a peck more than anything and yet it did silence his turmoil. “You are far more heroic than you think, far greater in potential than even you realize. Controlling water is no small feat. And I want it to bloom, for you to be happy, to be celebrated not for chaos but for better means and feats.”
The very slight taste of her lips silenced him, an awkward smile on the fennec's face as she believed in him so hard. He wanted to, he truly did. To mimicry that faith as Saint Surge was beloved, yet perhaps he had been deaf to those who did demonstrate gratitude and kindness to him. He had thought they'd be alone, that they'd be secluded on Mobius and he had been somewhat fine with that...but was he? Once again did he simply follow what Surge said blindly, yet even though she was far kinder and factually right these days, he still subsumed his own desires and ego in her favor. She tried to ignite something in him and...and perhaps he needed to seize it. One step at a time, however.
“Thanks...maybe...maybe I'm not so useless after all,” Kit agreed, trying to see himself in a different light. The first stage of a better version of himself, a healthier and more balanced Kitsunami. Something he'd do for her...but also for himself. His own submission to Surge and her past bossy attitude was softly replaced by something else, affection that he was beginning to understand. To accept and even act on it was beyond his current level, but the kiss did linger in his mind and it brought warmth to him. Perhaps, just perhaps in time he could be what she saw in him, someone to believe in.
A hero.
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