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Posted 08-23-2017, 09:27 PM | This post was last modified: 08-25-2017, 11:26 AM by Kiwi
Divine Intervention
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Infinite ep
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Hiroshi has been growing worried. There is unrest among the higher Gods; they can see the destruction that spreads across Doutaini, but when they tried to press the matter last time, Hoshiko had insisted upon sorting it herself. "This was my doing," she had said, "I will make this right." Hiroshi had watched her return, exhausted and with the weight of the world on her shoulders - she had seemed content, but a seed of concern still spread within him that night. Now he watches her, and she watches her wolves, carefully gauging each moment, weighing the atmosphere of tension against her own ability to push back against Haya and Kaede. She has barely regained her strength since last time, he knows, and he worries for her. He strides over to her, crossing the entire mountain range beneath in just a few graceful strides, as effortless as stepping over an anthill.

"My love." His voice is soft; deep, but not like the rumble of earth. It is a rich caramel, and a warm embrace at an autumn sunset. He presses himself against her. Before he can speak another word, she knows at once what Hiroshi would say.

"This was my doing."

"You said that last time."

"And I'll say it again." She pauses, thoughtful. "They made something beautiful in the end." The corners of her mouth turn up into a smile as she recalls the elegance with which fire and ice had crafted a perfect sanctuary; they had made her vision real.

But meanwhile, Hiroshi recalls the state in which she'd returned to him; she was so tired... Perhaps it should be his turn to help - but he knows Hoshiko will never accept. He can only express his wishes. "You know that I'd-"

"I know," she says at once, insistent, but loving. She presses her lips firmly against his cheek as a parting gift.

The few words are all the exchange they need - they are harmonious, the resonance of the universe. He sighs as he watches her leave their realm, so serene in the face of all this.

*****


Utter silence entombs the cemetery as twilight descends upon Doutaini. Each star that burns overhead beams down upon the graves, where thick snarls of vines enshroud those eternally slumbering below. Hoshiko weaves through them, her ethereal form unhindered by Kaede's touch. Though she knows that tonight she must reach out to grasp the hearts of mortals once more, there's a secret smile which upturns the corners of her lips. His love for life endures, and it is evident in the brilliance of each verdant leaf and fragrant blossom. She sighs, and the expulsion of unfettered ardor spreads through the heart of Para Siempre in the form of a warm and welcoming breeze. It wreathes itself around every plant and blade of grass, coaxing all of the great bear god's vibrant foliage to yield and bend beneath the goddess and her everlasting divinity. With the vigor of a beating heart, each living tendril stretches toward Hoshiko as she passes by, as though they long to bask in her purity and taste of the cosmos itself. Her shimmering form comes to rest beneath the ancient willow, serving as the cemetery's proud sentinel. It is then, that Hoshiko ruminates on a holy matron far more withdrawn from this fresh infusion of greenery than herself. The Storm goddess, she knows, has suffered for Kaede's overzealous delight. Stardust billows from her coat of ivory and starshine in copious waves, littering the loamy ground beneath gnarled branches suspended overhead. Though there's mirth in her knowing gaze, there is an unfathomable sorrow clashing therein. The anger writhing within Haya works to suppress everything she strives to achieve, and with a heavy heart she turns to cast her eyes upon the incomplete island, far beyond the reach of their beloved mortals. As she looks on, Hoshiko understands what must come next. "My children," she breathes into the tranquil night, her otherworldly voice ensnaring the ears of every wolf -- living or dead, young or elderly, it is imperative that they all hear and hearken during this time of dire need. "We need your minds, and your hearts. Come, it is time for you to be heard." There is a heaviness to her voice that weighs upon every heart, imploring them to abandon their tasks and find their way to her. And, like a radiant beacon in the darkness, the luminescent tendrils of her fur brighten until she transcends the moon itself. Her celestial light chases away the shadows lurking about the cemetery, extending far beyond its boundaries; it delves deep into each territory and beyond, enabling every being to find their way into her presence once more.

*****
As Hoshiko calls Haya and Kaede together before the wolves of Doutaini, their divine actions have ceased and the lands that were affected fall quiet in the wake of the demi-gods' distructive reactions to one another. As of this thread, no new [plot] posts should be made in regards to Kaede's and Haya's events.

Wolves should arrive no later than the 28th August to hear Hoshiko's address.




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Posted 08-23-2017, 09:41 PM |
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She just happened to be there, and that was why she woke up to a glowing shape in the darkness. Atticus thought of ghosts almost immediately, scowled, and then realized that it was sort of the wrong time of year. Any time she'd seen a spirit it had always seemed to be one of her parents and it was always in fall, not the end of spring..
The thief's expression changed from the scowl to a thoughtful grimace.
Not a Divine wolf, either. Much too shiny.
That left one other option.

For a long time, she had wondered if the gods were going to ever notice anything about her again. She had been fairly suspicious of the weather, lately. Plus, she'd heard about the cove from that kid in this exact same place. Sitting next to this exact same grave, in fact.
She wondered what this one could possibly want.
Atticus wasn't one for being summoned from place to place. She was, however, vaguely aware that scouts were supposed to see things and report them back and it had been some time since she'd bothered with her actual job. Better figure out what was going on, she decided. If anything was worth repeating, it was this.
She heaved herself upright with a faint groan, decided it was safer to keep her distance, and settled for standing and staring in silence. The last time she had seen a god, she had been more or less dead. It was hard to figure out what to say to one.
If nothing else in life, she had learned that she was better off not saying anything.
Also, if someone she didn't want to see happened to turn up, it would be easy to sneak off.



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Posted 08-23-2017, 10:56 PM |
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He'd been ghost-hunting nearby when he noticed a peculiar glowing figure. Hoping that his hunting had been successful, a broad grin split his face as he made his way toward the magnificent being, not entirely certain what to expect- especially given that this seemed to be, well, far more celestial than he'd ever imagined a ghost would be. Plus, he would have sworn that it had called him forth form what he'd been doing.

Kala had no problem with marching right up to the awe-inspiring being; giggling like a lunatic as he walked just as close to the beings as he dared; black-and-white mismatched eyes staring up with unabashed awe and wonder for several long moments. Tongue-tied for once, the would-be witch-doctor swept a deep, elegant and dramatic bow at the gods, kowtowing for the span of several moments before sinking to his haunches.

He thought it would be a good idea to not say anything for the time being; to wait and see what was going on and why these magnificent creatures had decided to call him forth. Making an ass out of himself here and now would have probably been a horrible idea.



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Posted 08-25-2017, 09:47 AM |
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450 ep
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Eternal love only exists in distress



He arrives, both Kaede and Haya being divinities he has knowledge of, but it is little and slim and he wishes to know more. Having gone to the celebrations for both--one by Briar, one by Svana-- he wonders if it is this that brings them here-- that brings them to their followers in knowing that they have never been truly abandoned, even in their turmoil. His arrival is likely unexpected, as how rare has it been for a wolf of Kurai to even both with the others? But alas, Kurai is his patron but this does not mean he has shunned the others, for he is a devout man and finds strengths in them all, and he would deem anybody who thought otherwise as a fool. He slips through the graveyard, though without the mist that is usually there to envelop his frame, though still, his sore and tired form manages to find his way through and perch atop a crumbled pillar of stone, comfortable and yet gargoyle-esque in his appearance, sightless eyes still somehow managing to find themselves set perfectly on the Goddess. He knows not what they have called for, for if there is any mind he cannot probe, nor would ever he wish to, it is the minds of the gods. A cosmic understanding of the universe and it's creation was NOT knowledge he wished to carry around with him. The ending of True Blood, though, he could take that.







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Posted 08-26-2017, 07:12 AM |
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The monk finally shows up, fashionably late. Call it luck or happenstance, but he only happened to have been wandering around, becoming re-acquainted with his home, when he'd heard something that he'd been unable to resist. Though he couldn't fathom a single reason why the Gods would call forth someone like him, especially given that he'd just barely returned not long ago, he couldn't help but heed their call. Perhaps during his time in the wasteland monastery and even now, the deities knew that his devotion to all of them had never waned? Weaving through the headstones, he finally made his way to the appointed gathering-place. Taking stock of who was already present, he'd situate himself beside Atticus and offer the gods a low bow, grinning at them like a little kid might have, before waiting to see what the reason behind their summons might have been.



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Posted 08-26-2017, 01:28 PM |
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AND IN THAT MOMENT
WE WERE INFINITE


Slowly, slowly, it is a conscious effort to carefully make his way to the cemetery, for a Priest in a Cemetery was usually indicative of sorrows yet to come. And yet still, he arrives, and he arrives softly and quietly, though not without presence. He is a vision dressed in white and gilded in the silver lining of distant storm clouds with eyes of glacial ice and he carefully tucks his frame nearby a stone, a stone that has crumbled and yet somehow remains upright, whatever markers on it long since worn away by the decades of weathering. Still, he sits, his audience granted with his attention rapt and his faith unshakable. Kaede, he knows more intimately than Haya, but perhaps only because of Briar, only because of the gift granted to them by Kaiyo and Kaede and perhaps even Hotaru, though whether or not they truly had any hand in the conception of the Earth-bound angels was something that was unknown, yet still, they chose to believe it. Questioning the gods is not something he sees fit to do--not yet. Aongside him comes one of them, clad in his own armor of gilded gold and ivory, and Anteros peers up at the gods magnificence in a manner that says he may yet be unable to fathom their arrival, their existence. How often had Lunafer said that he--they--existed because of the gods? Oh, how small he feels, and he leans into Lunafer's side.
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Lunafer and Anteros
...Everything's Alright...











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Posted 08-26-2017, 01:42 PM | This post was last modified: 08-26-2017, 01:43 PM by Mars
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mars arrives with his heart on his sleeve. she has called again and he would not ignore her. his green/hazel eyes shimmer as they cast upon the wolves that had already arrived in the cemetery. his heart beats fast as his eyes cast to the sky. he knows it is probably what happened between kaede and haya. his mind is on his demi-god. the one he devoted himself to. he can only hope that the earth wolf, himself, can talk some sense into him like he had to do the last time with kiyoshi and akako. the gods here seemed to run rampant. his eyes cast to mercury and sits himself by the enigma man. his fur barely brushing against the black coat that mercury always wears to every event. he awaits the directions and the demi-gods to appear.

searching to find myself but all i see is you,
i can hardly stand myself so, what am i to you?




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Posted 08-26-2017, 07:58 PM |
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Her light is so pure, so intense, that he jolts awake to it in the dark. Snow flutters down around him at the edge of his borders, where he'd been patrolling. Angry at himself for falling asleep, Anaxagoras rises and roughly shakes the snow - and sleep - from his bones. Stifling a yawn, he casts a backward glance up to the Gelid Sierra's peak, where the children and Pantaleon are likely slumbering in the comfort of their den. An ear twitches idly as he assures himself that Sinbad will see to their safety ( an inference he nearly gags on as he turns his back on home ). His heart longs for the source of luminescence, a feeling he cannot quite make sense of or shake. The guiding light and its accompanying, inexplicable sentiment urges him on through the gloom. Starlight dulls in comparison to the beacon, which grows seemingly brighter with every stride he takes toward its creator. He soon realizes that it emanates from the cemetery, which is close in comparison to most of Doutaini. Squinting to shield his eyes from the brightness, Anaxagoras encroaches with an air of caution. His tail sways steadily behind him, a metronome of apprehension ticking between his slender ankles. There are a few wolves already present, but it is Lunafer who catches his eyes first. Immediately his ears fling back and his shoulders slump, as though a cumbersome weight were dropped upon his back. For it is in Hoshiko's presence that they gather, and he remembers the last time he graced these grasses all to well. He was in mourning, then, sequestered from the world for sins damned by Hotaru herself. Though this place looks different now, with its verdant tendrils of overgrowth ( surely Kaede's work, he quietly admires ), the stale air surrounding the ancient tree which housed Anaxagoras during his period of grief tastes the same. Avoiding Lunafer, he swings around in a wide arc, passing most of the wolves with swift, towering strides -- until his eyes fall upon Mercury, perched high upon a slab of stone. Abandoning all preconceived notions in the spirit of unity, the shadow-king closes the distance and silently coils his limbs, gathering enough strength to leap gracefully upon the pillar housing the blind, enigmatic wolf. " Mercury, " he greets cordially, not bothering to gift him with a regal nod -- he knows the man won't be able to appreciate it. His igneous gaze finds Hoshiko ( for she's a hard sight to miss -- perhaps even for Mercury ) as he seats himself neatly beside an unlikely companion, eager to hear what she has to say.




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Posted 08-26-2017, 09:06 PM |
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0 ep
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An enchanting coo rouses her from the depths of her meditation. The lulled glaze of her opalescent eyes are half-mast, directed towards the saintly light that seems to emanate from the center of the moon. She is drawn to it, just as a hummingbird is tempted by the saccharine juices of a blossomed flower. This journey is one she's taken once before, when the graves were hidden by a thick foliage and the vines that came to life. Adalaye's somnolent traipse towards the gathering wolves who had also heard Hoshiko's heavenly call leads her through a canvas of faces (both familiar and unknown) but she greets each one with an easygoing smile that curves the obsidian velvet of her lips. Mars, Mercury, Lunafer and his child -- all of them known to her, put her tensed bones at ease as she finally seats herself nearest to the king of Divine. Her attention is fixed on the Goddess forged by light of holy novas and stardust. She is in awe, her reverence for Hoshiko apparent as she admires the celestial being, attentive to what she may share with the flock that gathered. This would be the first (of many she hoped) experiences she had with the divine, up until now they had all only been fairytales, but they had materialized right in front of her. She knew for certain that all that she may have been told as a child, they were not just fables to feed the imagination of the young; they were real, tangible things.



  



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Posted 08-28-2017, 01:56 PM |
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532 ep
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the vessel is entirely different from the soul within. she's the vision of a person all too familiar to those watching. she knows a good portion of them, the mind entranced with memories of the fading soul. and although she carries the swagger and endearing sway of the valley panther, something's changed in those perilous eyes. she comes not for resolution. a harsh dance of knowledge clouds her gaze. call it wrath or newfound fury -- but there are some things in this world that extend merely to those bonds of family and no further. her lips quirk in a strange bout of distaste as she notices the area hoshiko has chosen. she's got no loss of love for that pure goddess which bestowed her with gifts so long ago. but a bitter wash curls over her tongue at the bodies of the lost they now walk over. a cold hand of fate pulls from her chest -- she's glad she buried ricochet in the grasps of the valley, no matter how distorted it may look.

she's solemn at best. it is time for you to be heard. those dark eyes grasp those allies and acquaintances. a shade of grey overcomes her tinted look as she notices atticus -- she harbors no ill will for the drifting woman she once tried to befriend, though her emerald collar doesn't do their relationship currently any favors. perhaps given a different day, or a different time, she wouldn't narrow her eyes as she does at those who've appeared with foreign necklaces. this is not their fight. she settles behind some of those gathered, reclining back to her paws to glance upward and toward the eternal goddess. she instinctively knows the purpose of this meeting. but the deeply set and horrible truth within her still resides -- everything's resolved already. kaede wronged the valley, and haya let him know of it. an internal conflict wages within those high walls born of ebony. she hopes hoshiko can see it, can feel and know the pain and the way she dies and is reborn every aching night. she hopes the goddess of love and spirits sees the wastelands of devastation and loss that the broken woman holds in her trembling palms.

the world spirals out of control within the oilslick creature, but she withholds a dark and stone cold facade. how long she can keep it up is a mystery perhaps not even the gods know.




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Posted 08-29-2017, 12:41 AM | This post was last modified: 08-29-2017, 01:13 AM by Asceo
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Asceo heard Hoshiko's call for the second time in the recent chaos, and a chill settled in her chest. The last time the goddess requested her, it did not end very well. It was only by the stroke of luck that Kiyoshi had stopped the blast of fire from Akako's maw–the inferno that raged at her, and her insolence. Yet still, Asceo was not apologetic. Her only regret was risking her life when she had two pups to raise, who needed her. Her paws trembled. Anger still roiled in her blood.
 
But answer the call she did.
 
Hoshiko's voice echoed in the night sky as Asceo hastened to her, "We need your minds, and your hearts. Come, it is time for you to be heard."
 
"Heard?" Asceo muttered to herself as she arrived to the gathering of wolves, this time, the audience was far smaller. Perhaps more had died for the gods' petty, petulant bickering.
 
It disgusted her. More so than her fear of what they could do to her. And Akako wasn't here to bring magma down upon her head like he had the Rebels.
 
She raised her nose defiantly at the ethereal, beautiful goddess, and growled loudly. "Did you not hear us last time? Was I not loud enough?"
 
Her teeth snapped shut in irritation on the final word. Haya had already begun to punish Earth wolves for what Kaede had done. And Kaede had not done something that left wolves stranded or dead.
 
"None of this is our fault!" Asceo snarled. "Haya flooded our forests, destroyed our medicine stores and left me unable to care for any damage she may have caused. I nearly lost my child and my life to Haya's arrogance!" she roared.

"And what have you done, Hoshiko? You call upon the mortals the demi-gods use to get back at those who cannot die, to solve their disputes. As if they can't incinerate us on the spot–we are nothing to them. We worship and are rewarded with death," she spat.
 
Asceo fumed under her skin. Her body was taut like a vine strung too tight between branches. Her fur burned with the heat of her anger. Before, her rage was irreverent. But they almost took her Roscoe away from her. She would never forgive them.



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Posted 08-29-2017, 04:32 PM |
Divine Intervention
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The turnout seems meagre, and Hoshiko's heart begins to sink - but as she recalls the devotion of followers past and present, she is reminded that it is not the size of a pack, but the size of their hearts, that matters. There are representatives from Earth, naturally - but as of yet, no sign of Storm. Hoshiko fears for them; they may be too trapped in their Valley to make it here - it is more important now than ever to ensure this ends today.

Divine has also sent wolves, and she regards them kindly - perhaps the light had attracted them in particular. They have already suffered greatly; she feels even greater pain that it was her own child, Hotaru, who bore the burden of Divine's bloodshed. She hopes these wolves are spared the torrent of destruction that seems to be spreading amongst the demi-gods, in their ongoing imbalance of power and their dissonance of understanding towards one another.

Anaxagoras, from Ice - who has himself experienced disaster, and perhaps wishes to lend himself to the other packs in an act of empathy - completes the gathering, alongside a handful of other wolves.

She feels suddenly less at ease, reminded of how high the stakes are, and what is at risk - what she has put at risk. But in the last long moments of waiting, one of Storm's Alphas finally steps into view. She breathes a sigh of relief, to know that the wolves are not trapped beyond hope of rescue.

Just as she is about to speak, another wolf steps into the clearing. Darkness spreads in Hoshiko's heart like ink amongst water as she echoes back the feeling that Asceo portrays. Sadness envelops her, and she begins to feel lost once more, her form fading, her soul falling away from the mortal world... They think we are infinite... but this is not our world...

The faint echo of her lover's voice in her mind is an anchor, and more - it pulls her back to the shoreline of the mortal realm. Her ethereal paws are placed firmly once more upon the horizon, and she bends down - warping the space around herself - to place her maw in front of Asceo and look her in the eyes. With a small pursing of her lips, she exhales a sweet-smelling wind that surrounds Asceo in a swirling orb and lifts her from the ground. She will become unnoticeable to the other bystanders, as if forgotten - but she will experience an unnatural empathy, the same way that wolves blessed with Hoshiko's kiss might share their emotions, for the entire time she remains. She will feel what each wolf here feels - a journey, to allow her to break free from her internal turmoil, and see the picture beyond what she feels inside. Asceo will have little control over what she experiences; only enough to move away from one wolf's thoughts when they become too much, and then she will experience another's emotions in their place. Throughout it all, Hoshiko weaves a thread to guide her: an anchor of serenity, forgiveness and hope, just as the Goddess herself feels, and this will be shared amongst all the wolves here. They will be grounded, just as Haya should be; and they will be rooted, to reflect what Kaede lacks.

She speaks at last, her words a serene breeze that ruffles the leaves of the overgrown cemetery - what few vines have crept back up the headstones in a moment of opportunity suddenly relax and fall loose, retreating to the fringes of the clearing. Although the wolves are few, this is the largest gathering the graveyard has likely seen in some time.

"You have come to me because you have seen the dismay caused by Kaede and Haya, or even felt it yourselves. Or for some, simply because I asked. I called once before, when Akako and Kiyoshi were at war - wolves like yourselves achieved something I never could. You brought peace to those Gods through mere words alone, and convinced them to work together to create something astonishing!" She gestured out to sea; from their perch atop the cemetery, they could see the freshly formed island in the distance, now filled out with soil - its knolls and valleys sculpted by the hands of Gods.

"Kaede's folly has grown out of hand - he meant well with his gifts, but some do not see the world as he does. It is his pleasure, to grow where there is bare soil - but I fear he has been blinded in his own amusement. He needs to be diverted - give him a place where he can grow his plants freely, a product of his own architecture, with nowhere to distract." Again, she gestures out to the island - she is sure that once Kaede sees the fertile land waiting there, he will drop his obsession on the mainland in an instant - and he will finally have a canvas that he may fill; a work of art all of his own. "Of course, Haya does not see his contributions as 'gifts', and she has retaliated with the force of a storm - but in reality, she is a worried mother, afraid of the dangers that might be facing her children. She needs reassurance that Kaede's actions were not meant to endanger her pack. Every storm must end."

"Be ready to act."
Just as before, she summons the two demi-gods - and just as before, their surprise is enough to still them, and to silence them.

********

The wolves have until September 7th to appeal to Kaede and Haya.

Asceo has been removed from the group, in her own bubble - but she will experience the emotions of all wolves present, individually but at random.




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Posted 08-29-2017, 09:23 PM |
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The graves were expectant, silent; Atticus stood and waited. Strangers mostly approached. Azelie made his way out of the middle distance. Someone she didn't recognize, wearing a green gem, turned up. Just in time. She wouldn't have to act like she wanted to be the representative for the pack after all.
Luckily.
Her eyes turned on Seacca with a spark of recognition and a barely perceptible shift in position to something that would make it easier to go on the offense. Not that she thought the storm wolf would start something right in front of a god, but anything was possible. Luckily, the vaguely familiar figure didn't seem to notice her.
The person to break the silence was..
..another earth wolf. Atticus didn't recognize her, but as soon as the stranger opened her mouth, she thought she could figure out what was about to happen. The thief sighed wearily.
"Oh, god, here we go."
Her voice was, at best, a mumble loud enough for maybe Azelie to hear her, standing on her left side. She waited, with the air of someone who would check a watch if she had one, for the stranger's hysterics to end.
Nobody had actually died. As far as she knew. And, if they had, who really cared? Everyone always seemed to come back one way or another.

The god's lecture followed quickly upon the end of the stranger's complaining. The thief listened, idly, a sarcastic twist on her face, watched as the god disappeared dramatically, and rolled her eyes.
okay.
Sometimes she wondered if she owed the gods something. After all, they had brought her back to life. But, if she did, her patron was Keitaro, not any of the lesser, squabbling morons that claimed the packs. She waited half a beat, cleared her throat, and spoke up in a brazenly idle tone.
"Yeahhh, uh, I'm not doing any of that."
Reassuring some immortal that everything was gonna be okay? She couldn't care less if the gods kept on throwing weather at each other forever, honestly. Granted, she might care a little more once the storms and volcanoes and whatever else got more inconvenient to her life, but she'd adapt. It was that or, apparently, soothe some immortal dweeb's temper tantrum.
She'd had enough of parenting for one lifetime. The thief cleared her throat and warmed to her subject, briefly, secure in the fact that Azelie was there to keep someone from jumping her without warning.
It was nice having someone else around. Someone trustworthy.
"So," she announced, "I have another idea. How about we just let the gods fight over nothing until they kill each other off? Or wear out. Or get the attention of the bigger, badder guys. Then, I dunno, we won't have to worry about this ever again. A little death and destruction for some freedom later on? Sounds like a good tradeup to me."



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Posted 08-29-2017, 10:23 PM |
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The gathering was quite small- not really a party, so much as a little cloister. None of which, save for the thief, Azelie recognized (at that time.) For a while, it seemed like everything was going to be quiet, while awaiting the goddess's mandate. However, such just wasn't to be the case, for a wolf that Azelie had never seen before arrived- and started spewing acid at the divine being.

"Some things never change, do they?" Azelie murmured, just managing to catch Atticus's mumbling. As far as he remembered, any time a celestial creature appeared, someone or another just had to make a scene. When he'd been younger and far more idealistic, he probably would have either rebuffed her for talking to a deity in such a manner. But over time, he'd learned that there was no such thing as perfection- not even from deities or demi-gods. Nevertheless, he rolled his eye and sighed at the stranger's antics; that fit was as boring as it was tiring- he'd sworn he'd heard something similar a hundred thousand times, both while he'd lived in Doutaini before and when he'd been abroad.

A speech of sorts was given. It was quite interesting to listen to- and never in a hundred years did he think he would ever have heard one of the gods ask for anyone else's aid, watching in curioisty when the goddess vanished. As far as he knew, he didn't owe the gods anything- and they didn't owe him a damn thing in return. Sure, he believed in every last one of them; had a faith in the entire pantheon that was unshakable. But, what was this, but a squabble? For a moment, his shoulders would sag and Azelie would seem to be both exhausted and disappointed.

"Sorry, but I don't think I can help you there." While dealing with others and helping carry their burdens was something that he just did, he was... dumbfounded about what to even do or say to the gods. He couldn't tell them that everything was going to be alright with the world, not in good conscience. Not because he didn't want to help them, but because he just didn't know how to do it; or why it would have been okay to tell them something he wasn't sure of. And perhaps he was hit by yet another wave of disillusionment, but the whole fiasco with the gods fighting made him think of squabbling pups fighting over the same stick.

No, they weren't right for taking their tempers out on Doutaini and its inhabitants. They should have just taken up arms and fought it out among themselves, without ever getting anyone else involved. He couldn't comprehend why they'd decided to take it out on their followers. But Doutaini would (maybe) eventually heal from the scars that they decided to leave on its surface. Its residents would end up healing as well, in time. If the weather kept going haywire, if the gods decided that they were going to throw more at their followers, then everyone would learn to get over it. Deal with it and move on.

He was glad that Atticus was there; he'd make sure no harm came to her- and knew that she'd do the exact same, if it came right down to a bullshit scuffle or anything. It was damn nice to have someone he'd trust with his life, at his side. "You know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea at all. It'd give us some excitement for a while, too," He agreed with Atticus's plan immensely.

But still, he'd address the gods regardless. Maybe it wouldn't get through to them, but it was the only thing he could think of. He'd fix Haya, then Kaede, with his remaining eye and sigh deeply before speaking: "You two and every last one of your siblings should know that I love and respect all of you. But I don't care- it's time for you quit with your petty bullshit." If anything, the monk sounded like a pissed-off and extremely disappointed father. "You're both acting like kids. So, either you can kill each other right here and now while we watch, or act like adults, settle your own problems and start getting along. It's your choice." Maybe he should have thrown in, "I'm sending you both to bed without any dinner," but it really wasn't the time or place for that degree of smart-assery.

It might have been the last thing they wanted to hear and they could have always opened a sink-hole to swallow him where he stood, or worse- but it was the best that he could possibly do and he really was sick of it: the gods had gone mad, they decided to wreak some havoc and almost everyone was losing their shit. Wasn't it high time for the deities at least, to understand that, to him at least, they were being exceptionally stupid? So, they could start a cataclysm if they wanted and usher everyone into a new dark age. Then, let them, if they wanted to do that.



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Posted 08-30-2017, 08:12 AM |
Divine (Site Helper)
Lunafer
Divine Alpha
Intersex, 5.50
Meso-runner
35.00 in in, 114.00 lbs lbs
355 ep
© Sylvirr


AND IN THAT MOMENT
WE WERE INFINITE


Hoshiko pleads with them, and he gazes towards Anteros briefly, who has shrunk back and clamped his mouth shut, and so Lunafer lifts his voice to speak,"Don't be uncouth," he scolds both Atticus and Azelie, though his tone is not angry, but a disappointed. (Even worse?!) "As easy as it is for us to forget since we're little to nothing in their eyes, they are just as flawed as we are. Nobody is perfect, nor infinite, not even the gods. Mistakes are made, emotions run wild, tempers flare high, and yet because we are so small and feel powerless against them, we take out out our frustration on them, which doesn't help. It's not constructive, nor helpful, to tell those who've given parts of themselves to you, to simply 'kill each other or fix it'. Since when has that helped anything?" If anything, Asceo could experience Lunafer's absolute ZEN. The man is so calm and so chill-- in fact. Perhaps he feels nothing. Nothing at all. Is it comforting, or chilling, to be so cold and empty? Still, this wasn't the point, and so he steps forward to settle down before the two lesser gods--demi-god seems wrong. They are not half-mortal. "To ants, we are gods. And how much would you care if someone elses' ants attacked your ant colony?" That said, he lifts his attention to Kaede and Haya,"There is a point they hold....Despite saying it so harshly. To us, you seem infinite. We look to you all for guidance, for blessings, for answers, for gifts, to help us find ourselves. It's disheartening to see such dissonance between you-- people lose faith. They begin to think you aren't listening-- or that you don't care. And then with even events like this, you seem even more careless-- harming those you say you want to protect. They're anger is understandable." His attention turns to Kaede in particular, and he nudges Anteros forward, who stares up at the bear-god with wide eyes,"When Briar and I asked for a blessing, for a gift, we've always attributed it to you and Kaiyo-- having given us the one thing deemed impossible. We know that together, you all can create beautiful things. You simply have to remember to let everybody get a chance to help. Bickering between you will only hurt-- hurt yourself, hurt your packs, hurt the lands." A heavy sigh spilled from him then-- it was likely that he could have come off as condescending, but that was of little concern. He could entirely see and understand what Azelie was saying--what he meant. Though perhaps he could work on his phrasing a little? ...He tried to clean it up for them.
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Lunafer and Anteros
...Everything's Alright...











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