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04-05-2017, 10:07 AM
Unimpressed.
That was the adjective that most properly described the God's frame of mind at the current moment. Really, it described his everything. You know what he didn't have time for? This relentless, micro-managy bullshit. If he had fingers, he would have counted off the number of weeks it had been since he appeared for precisely this fucking reason, saying he would blow these mountains up if things did change.
And here he was again.
Didn't they know he had a life? That he had things to do? That there was some clusterfuck 'god' running around, planning the demise of all that they held dear (or so it seemed), and instead of dealing with it, his heard was flailing around like infants in the primordial cold.
Sparks crackled around his body as he gazed up at the mountains, thinking how much easier his life would be if he didn't have to deal with all of this. There was a reason he had stayed away so long before; a reason he'd let his brothers and sisters run things before he decided to show up and reinsert himself into the family.
“For fucks sake.” He grumbled under his breath.
Lightning flashed across the sky, but unlike normal lightning, it didn't disappear. It remained. And in large, clear words it simply said:
DISAPPOINTED.
RIKYN = LORD.
DON'T FUCK UP.
He thought about disappearing, but the smallest sliver of altruism that he could feel inside of himself kept him rooted to the spot where they could see him. Rikyn had impressed him, if only because he'd risen out of the pit that he'd long ago dug himself into. If nothing else, the stallion was loyal and, given how quickly he'd finished the God's task, was a bit of a keener. Maybe he was a bit annoying at times, but he'd take annoying over absent any day.
That was the adjective that most properly described the God's frame of mind at the current moment. Really, it described his everything. You know what he didn't have time for? This relentless, micro-managy bullshit. If he had fingers, he would have counted off the number of weeks it had been since he appeared for precisely this fucking reason, saying he would blow these mountains up if things did change.
And here he was again.
Didn't they know he had a life? That he had things to do? That there was some clusterfuck 'god' running around, planning the demise of all that they held dear (or so it seemed), and instead of dealing with it, his heard was flailing around like infants in the primordial cold.
Sparks crackled around his body as he gazed up at the mountains, thinking how much easier his life would be if he didn't have to deal with all of this. There was a reason he had stayed away so long before; a reason he'd let his brothers and sisters run things before he decided to show up and reinsert himself into the family.
“For fucks sake.” He grumbled under his breath.
Lightning flashed across the sky, but unlike normal lightning, it didn't disappear. It remained. And in large, clear words it simply said:
DISAPPOINTED.
RIKYN = LORD.
DON'T FUCK UP.
He thought about disappearing, but the smallest sliver of altruism that he could feel inside of himself kept him rooted to the spot where they could see him. Rikyn had impressed him, if only because he'd risen out of the pit that he'd long ago dug himself into. If nothing else, the stallion was loyal and, given how quickly he'd finished the God's task, was a bit of a keener. Maybe he was a bit annoying at times, but he'd take annoying over absent any day.
god of the spark
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