Post by Lirriel on Oct 10, 2017 8:08:24 GMT -5
Biting chill tore through Rubedo’s pelt, and he shivered, eyes squinted nearly shut against the winds. Delicately, he toed his way through what was now familiar territory. Even the heat of summer was nothing to Winterfang’s forces – cold gusts still surged down from the Everbane Mountain, and his summer pelt was almost as shaggy as his winter attire. Too little heat, he thought. Too little warmth. Too little Dionysus, and his nose wrinkled in pleasure as he imagined the other male – incomparable might, in the peak of his youth. In comparison, he was nothing if not scars and tatters, a body spread thin to contain the raging fire within. It burned him, from the inside out, and he set his teeth hard against each other, to think he was slowly dying before he had yet reached a suitable conclusion with his most hated of rivals. Which is why he blinked, stopping in his tracks, as he traced the falling star. Starfall was not uncommon and more easily seen the farther north one went – but this was of an entirely different making, blazing a trail across a deep blue sky. It was almost… godly. A shiver wracked through his body, and almost immediately his breaths grew labored, the rising excitement that bellowed his lungs threatening to choke him. The flash of light that followed only further thrilled him. All-Mother, All-Mother, All Seeing Eye, mother – the words spun within his skull, rapidly inflating, multiplying, expanding outward much as a dead beast might bloat until it burst. And like rotten carrion, his brain did rupture, upon hearing the echoing words that rang through his head, his ears, his forest. “Mother,” he practically cried, and he stumbled forward, deeper into his territory, seeking her most perfect presence, the faintest hint of her scent upon the brisk breezes that danced in joyous celebration at her arrival. At last he came to a halt, his breathing labored, his eyes blown wide. He stood squarely, legs braced against an unseen impact, head drawn down between his shoulders. “Chaos,” he said, and he drew deep, shuddering breaths. “Give me my vengeance. Once I danced among the stars, and where I stepped, the earth smoldered. Now this living flame threatens to devour me from within. Return to me the control I have lost…” and here his fangs were bared, flashing bright and white in the quiet forest. “..and I shall sink my teeth into my treacherous brother’s throat.” There was no prettiness to his words, no delicacy – and his eyes shone bright with the fever of madness. |
