A P O L L O

And how can you say that your truth is better than ours?
Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no arms

"Oh, Lord of the Earth, King Spirit of my home and the land of my kin... Please... Hear my pleading words, the words of a desperate, lonely soul."

Apollo's words were heavy and thick with emotion, his shoulders slumped and head held low in a manifestation of his burden. Stressed was perhaps not a good word to explain how he felt... And yet, he also felt as though he shouldn't complain. Blessed he was. Blessed that the Foothills herd had placed themselves at his back come Hell or high water, that they had given him their faith and trust, even though he felt he did not deserve it. Apollo's only fears were that he would let them down, as well as his patron God, should the event of an invasion ever arise.

He had been blessed with not only the Earth God's herdland, but the earthly magic of healing as well. He had served the God of the Earth faithfully since obtaining that magic, and his devotion had grown when he had been granted the title of Earth Medic. Through all of the success, however unwarranted Apollo felt it was, he couldn't help but feel... Lonely. Guilt felt like a cold hand clutching his heart. He had been given so much, and yet here he was, asking for more. Was this wrong of him? Had it been in poor judgement for him to come, seeking a gift only bestowed to those who were worthy enough?

A solumn heart he was, devoted to the welfare of his family, and yet the only thing Apollo truly wanted was to feel the unconitional love of one who understood. One who could feel as he did, who's heart beat like his did... The Merciful craved the precious, tender bond that only two souls that were linked together could share. For so long he had felt so lonely. The guilt once more returned. Surrounded by his family and friends... Was it right for him to feel that alone? Would the Earth God look upon him and frown at his greediness? Or would his Patron Father gaze upon the horned Chief with gentle understanding?

Many had come here, to this broken down place, searching for answers. Apollo had heard from those across Helovia that when one came here, some were greeted by the Gods. Others, however, had been turned away, some with nothing but silence and others with a gentle caress, as if a reminder that they were not alone. Apollo wondered which he would receive... He had travelled far to make it here, to the sacred Veins of the Gods. While it was growing into late evening, the heat and ash from the surroundings made it difficult to breath, but Apollo did his best to pay it no mind.

A nervous swallow, and Apollo was speaking once more. "Father Earth... If you deem me worthy of a gift of mutual understand, of a bond like no other... I would seek it from your earthly heart. Perhaps this is petty of me, for all that I have, but I yearn for a companionship far deeper than the breath I breathe. I... I pray that you will bestow your presence upon me, if you think me worthy. And if not... Then I will continue on my way, O' Lord."

[ooc: I would like to use my Veins pass from Apollo winning COTM from last month, please, if I can. <3 If accepted, Apollo will be questing for the blind Black Cat companion listed on his Wishlist. :3 If not, then I apologize for the inconvenience. <3]