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10-14-2015, 04:12 PM
ÖDE
Öde didn't like the idea that gods were just mortals with inflated egos and abilities. To some degree perhaps he already knew this, but he didn't accept it. To say this story showed some of Sol's weakness, his adoration of mortal characteristics (otherwise known as flaws to him) was abhorrent. Still, she spoke well of it, and even if he didn't agree with her appreciation of the story's weaker points, he could understand her definition of its purpose, that loss is inevitable and mortals and gods alike must live with it like scars. He knew that all to well already, young or not.
"I merely think too often the darkness is vilified and the light praised, when they are two sides of the same inevitable and necessary force." He had not meant to imply anything of her, though he was amused she defended herself so carefully. He wondered what a tale from the Moon's wise one might tell - if this same story would run a different course. A hypocrite, yes, but she was a sun worshiper all the same. "Though you seem to understand that, a shame so many others don't." He found he liked the rough, guarded mare. She was smart, and she was devout, which was more than could be said of most anyone else. He supposed Ashamin had grown on him too, but he still wasn't sure what to make of the strange man that called meetings in the dark when wars raged.
"That's why my tale is about the shadows," he began, a touch of pride to his voice as he crafted his own fable for her. He had never told anyone a story before, but he was confident all the same. "There was a land where herds of horses governed by species. A place for the unicorns, and place for the pegasus, and a place for the equines. Their gods, much like those here, embodied that elements that controlled all life and found no preference in the species they had made. Impassive, they neither helped nor stopped the wars that tore apart the lands, each species driving at each other as they claimed superiority."
"Then one day, a simple stallion came to the lands. He watched the herds and the battles, and he looked on at the divisions that they made. He went through and picked up all the little forgotten pieces. But by bit he built an army of the forgotten ones, the hated one, the hybrids that belonged to neither herd and neither species. With them, he took control of each herd at least once." Öde's tale told enough of himself plainly, as his passion for war and his homeland were built into the fable that he crafted, based on those whispers his mother had told him long ago.
"This angered the other herds, and the other species. When they lost their lands they rallied with each other to get them back. They forged alliances, however brief, and together drove out the dark stallion and all his misfits. This broke the stallion's heart, for he wanted to build something great, he wanted to become a god himself, he wanted the world... but he perished." Hopefully that was not his destiny either, though his wants were similar.
"In the wake of his passing, a new land arose, for the hybrids. It would be wrong to say peace reigned, but now there was a new home for those who were lost, and for a moment the herds and the species had found a common enough enemy to unite them. As for the stallion, though he does not live among the stars, his name continued to pass on the lips of the living, and in a way, made him immortal like he wanted. His soul is said to guide the lost ones when they pass, and it's whispered his strength can be borrowed from the shadows if you've the means. He is a stallion of the people, bridging that gap between god and mortal."
Öde finished with a grin, because that was a tale he found something in. He couldn't tell if she would, because it wasn't something made to teach children or promote any single god. It was a warped sense of history that had been buried in lands beyond these borders, but it didn't make it any less important to listen to.
"I merely think too often the darkness is vilified and the light praised, when they are two sides of the same inevitable and necessary force." He had not meant to imply anything of her, though he was amused she defended herself so carefully. He wondered what a tale from the Moon's wise one might tell - if this same story would run a different course. A hypocrite, yes, but she was a sun worshiper all the same. "Though you seem to understand that, a shame so many others don't." He found he liked the rough, guarded mare. She was smart, and she was devout, which was more than could be said of most anyone else. He supposed Ashamin had grown on him too, but he still wasn't sure what to make of the strange man that called meetings in the dark when wars raged.
"That's why my tale is about the shadows," he began, a touch of pride to his voice as he crafted his own fable for her. He had never told anyone a story before, but he was confident all the same. "There was a land where herds of horses governed by species. A place for the unicorns, and place for the pegasus, and a place for the equines. Their gods, much like those here, embodied that elements that controlled all life and found no preference in the species they had made. Impassive, they neither helped nor stopped the wars that tore apart the lands, each species driving at each other as they claimed superiority."
"Then one day, a simple stallion came to the lands. He watched the herds and the battles, and he looked on at the divisions that they made. He went through and picked up all the little forgotten pieces. But by bit he built an army of the forgotten ones, the hated one, the hybrids that belonged to neither herd and neither species. With them, he took control of each herd at least once." Öde's tale told enough of himself plainly, as his passion for war and his homeland were built into the fable that he crafted, based on those whispers his mother had told him long ago.
"This angered the other herds, and the other species. When they lost their lands they rallied with each other to get them back. They forged alliances, however brief, and together drove out the dark stallion and all his misfits. This broke the stallion's heart, for he wanted to build something great, he wanted to become a god himself, he wanted the world... but he perished." Hopefully that was not his destiny either, though his wants were similar.
"In the wake of his passing, a new land arose, for the hybrids. It would be wrong to say peace reigned, but now there was a new home for those who were lost, and for a moment the herds and the species had found a common enough enemy to unite them. As for the stallion, though he does not live among the stars, his name continued to pass on the lips of the living, and in a way, made him immortal like he wanted. His soul is said to guide the lost ones when they pass, and it's whispered his strength can be borrowed from the shadows if you've the means. He is a stallion of the people, bridging that gap between god and mortal."
Öde finished with a grin, because that was a tale he found something in. He couldn't tell if she would, because it wasn't something made to teach children or promote any single god. It was a warped sense of history that had been buried in lands beyond these borders, but it didn't make it any less important to listen to.
I have become DEATH
the destroyer of worlds.
image creditsthe destroyer of worlds.
@Maren
Be aware active magic doesn't work in his vicinity due to his magic!
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