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[PRIVATE] Hate to say it

God of the Sun Posts: 198
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: Ageless
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The GOD of the SUN

Burn the whole world down



Fire rained from the sky in a furious scattering of flame. For his child the God wasted no pomp or circumstance, but allowed himself to appear just as he was; disheveled and furious.  The God's molten eyes,  dark and deep just like Aithniel's own, met her gaze with pride and appreciation. He'd been wondering what to do - how to sort out this mess without abandoning his herd or Helovia, as the Earth had. Though he saw the wisdom in his larger brother's actions, he could never follow them.

Not yet anyways.

"Aithniel." He breathed, taking a moment to envelope the girl in his warm embrace of flaming feathers and paternal adoration. He would not use her as a pawn, and he hoped that regardless of the direness of the situation and the severity of what he was about to ask of her, that she knew his love for her ran deep. 

"Do not call him a God." Her Father sneered, ears flat against his angular skull. "Don't even think of him as one. Even in our words, let us not raise him above the filth and decay that he is." The air fizzled around the God as his fury began to seep from his skin and superheat the air. "But I take your meaning. We have already underestimated his abilities once. Twice, perhaps." There would not be a third.

"There is a way that you can help me, and all of Helovia. But it is a task that I do not request lightly. You have fought for your crown, but now I would ask you to give it up. To defeat him, we need information. We need to know him. We have never faced an advisary such as him; one who comes from borders so distant from our own as to be unimaginable. If you agree, I will open a portal to the lands that the Riftians and their gods came from .. I would have you go and learn what you can."

The God paused, his heart breaking even as his words left his lips confident and strong. Aithniel was not a child any longer and yet the thought of sending his daughter into a strange world where he could not protect her sent spikes of ice rushing through his veins. But his resolve would not weaken. Extending a wing, he offered her a glowing crystal that held within it a small but wild flame. "When you are ready to return, you need only break this."

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Hate to say it - by Aithniel - 02-15-2017, 07:25 PM
RE: Hate to say it - by God of the Sun - 03-06-2017, 11:27 AM

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