Post by Lirriel on Oct 20, 2017 15:50:39 GMT -5
It had been some days since Chaos had fallen from the sky – or was it pushed? But, no, she had retained her cosmic powers, still maintained the ability to warp the very fabric of reality itself. Regardless, it had been many days, and in the time spent apart, Rubedo had struggled to understand this awakening within him. It was different from what he remembered of Flametongue. The god-wolf had walked and in his footfalls scarlet flowers had bloomed. His very breath was a torrent of hot air, his carving fangs the white-hot of the sun. But when Chaos had wrenched him open, had torn apart his insides and reassembled them – well, something wasn’t right. The control he had previously exerted was gone. He did not think she had made a mistake – she was the All-Mother after all, and perfect beings such as her were flawless by their very nature. So, he had eventually realized, she must have purposely left him flawed, revealed a hint of the ruby that formed his core and left him wanting more. And oh, how he wanted – as desperate for the silky touch of destruction as one might desire an oasis in the middle of a desert. But how was he to find her? The thought vexed him, and it was only when Dionysus had slipped away – wandering across the pack’s borders as was his right – that he came to the realization that he could not find Chaos; he could only hope that she would find him, spy his roaring desperation in the form of a great pyre, flames licking the sky. With that thought planted firmly in his mind, he settled to sleep that night – and in his dreams found himself within an endless forest, mist skirting across his paws even as the branches overhead blocked out the sky. It was a holy place. A shiver of anticipation passed through him, warmth flooding in its wake; as Flametongue, he did not think he had ever been constrained to a place such as this – but then again, he had been a lesser deity, compared to her. She was both alpha and omega – and the thought that he might find her again sent a brush of glee across his coat, tail bushing out in puppylike excitement as he began to pad through the trees. Still, he tried to hold onto some sense of maturity – she was a being that had existed before the very concept of creation itself. She was unknowable and ancient. And, he came to realize, she would only reveal herself as it best suited her – for he wandered the forest for what felt like a millennium before finally dropping down onto his haunches. There was no exhaustion in his limbs, but he had decided it was erroneous to continue searching. Delicately, he dipped his head in a bow toward the forest that surrounded him, aware that as it must be of her making, it would likely contain all her senses. “Great Chaos,” he said, “I come to ask another boon of you. I have regained some of my former power, but I wish still more of it. Unlike you, I am a flawed being, incapable of reaching my full potential without your further intervention.” His voice was soft and respectful, and had it not been for the preposterous words he spoke, he might have seemed almost sane. |
