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09-16-2015, 01:15 PM
I'm tired of Gods.
I'm tired of disease.
The ice queen hitched himself across flats, flakes of frost floating for a moment in the shallow water before melting. He was tired of it, but it was about the only interesting thing going on—there had been a long time since there had been anything but shams for wars, the political board in some kind of eternal, mutual check-mate, and.. and while he yearned for some kind of peace, and contentment, he also knew that peace was boring and so he came here anyway, to the lands where his Gods tore open time-streams and healed lands and.. well. Fought other Gods.
His owl had nearly died. He'd been yelled at. He'd watched Roskuld flung aside; he'd watched Tembovu swarmed by wolves. And Aviya...
Mauja ground his teeth together as he ambled along in the wake of his Glazier. So here he was again, to witness tragedy, or try to prevent it, or anything. If two out of two times had led to wrath and ruin, why would the third time not be the same?
So it was with a reluctant wariness he came upon the scene. This time it was the flaming Sun who had brought these lands into the Helovian fold, and Mauja found it oddly fitting. Something about the light-setting and the way his fiery self reflected in the mirror-like surface made the God seem even more powerful; even more regal.
"Sól," he breathed, coming up next to Tembovu. Then, he raised his voice and head to the Rifters, hoping he did not seem too haggard there in the shadow of the Sun. Still, his voice was clear and light when he spoke. "Newcomers, if you find yourself lost and in need of family, know that you will be welcome at the World's Edge."
He had meant to do it after the other two battles as well—extend what he hospitality he could to these outlandish strangers, but in the midst of all the grief and fear and worry.. there simply hadn't been time.
So this time, he would deal with it before some vindictive asshole of a God showed up to try and ruin their day.
[ Mentions Tembovu and Sun God. Extends an offer to come live at the Edge to all Rifters. ]
I'm tired of disease.
The ice queen hitched himself across flats, flakes of frost floating for a moment in the shallow water before melting. He was tired of it, but it was about the only interesting thing going on—there had been a long time since there had been anything but shams for wars, the political board in some kind of eternal, mutual check-mate, and.. and while he yearned for some kind of peace, and contentment, he also knew that peace was boring and so he came here anyway, to the lands where his Gods tore open time-streams and healed lands and.. well. Fought other Gods.
His owl had nearly died. He'd been yelled at. He'd watched Roskuld flung aside; he'd watched Tembovu swarmed by wolves. And Aviya...
Mauja ground his teeth together as he ambled along in the wake of his Glazier. So here he was again, to witness tragedy, or try to prevent it, or anything. If two out of two times had led to wrath and ruin, why would the third time not be the same?
So it was with a reluctant wariness he came upon the scene. This time it was the flaming Sun who had brought these lands into the Helovian fold, and Mauja found it oddly fitting. Something about the light-setting and the way his fiery self reflected in the mirror-like surface made the God seem even more powerful; even more regal.
"Sól," he breathed, coming up next to Tembovu. Then, he raised his voice and head to the Rifters, hoping he did not seem too haggard there in the shadow of the Sun. Still, his voice was clear and light when he spoke. "Newcomers, if you find yourself lost and in need of family, know that you will be welcome at the World's Edge."
He had meant to do it after the other two battles as well—extend what he hospitality he could to these outlandish strangers, but in the midst of all the grief and fear and worry.. there simply hadn't been time.
So this time, he would deal with it before some vindictive asshole of a God showed up to try and ruin their day.
[ Mentions Tembovu and Sun God. Extends an offer to come live at the Edge to all Rifters. ]
lord, the demands you're making-
help the monster on two feet
walk him down the hall, repeat
and when he's strong enough to stand alone
you'll notice what big teeth . . .
help the monster on two feet
walk him down the hall, repeat
and when he's strong enough to stand alone
you'll notice what big teeth . . .
