Post by Ray on Oct 31, 2017 3:52:18 GMT -5
AND I NEED THAT DARK
IN A LITTLE MORE LIGHT
The timber wolf had gotten up early that morning. His wandering path had led him from Rubedo's slumbering side through the thickly-forested lands of the White Forest and Dionysus had soon fallen into the comforting trance of a long walk, with not a sound to be heard except the in and out of his own breathing and the soft crunch of snow under his large paws.
He knew not where he was headed, but he knew within him what he was searching for - or more specifically, who. He knew that one did not just casually track down a god, as one could follow the trail of prey or another wolf - though Rubedo spoke fervently about his mortal form being only temporary and that he would return to godhood eventually, it remained that as of yet his lover was still a tangible, physical being. Of that I'm sure, he recalled with a faint smirk, before allowing the thought to pass. No, one did not find a god, one had to wait for a god to choose to reveal themselves.
Eventually after some walking, Dionysus suddenly became aware that the snow underfoot had disappeared without his notice. In its place was soft pine needles strewn upon the mossy ground, and the path before him disappeared into waves of dense fog that seemed to swell and retreat like the surf on the shore. He knew then that Chaos had found him, for Dionysus knew the borders of the White Forest by heart, and past none of them did such a place as this reside. The goddess had transported him to her domain, and that meant she would be at least willing to hear his request.
For of course, he sought to increase his power. With the increased strength Chaos had bestowed upon him that fateful night of her descent upon the earth, Dionysus had achieved many feats that a normal wolf could only dream of. He was an even more formidable hunter than he had been before, and he had easily cleared paths around the pack territory. But of course, once one has tasted power, one will desire more of it. And he was the guard and consort of a fallen god of his own now. He wanted more. He wanted to move mountains.
Slowing his steps til he drew to a stop, Dionysus looked up and gazed into the mist, seeking the goddess's ethereal presence. "Chaos," he spoke with reverence, "Moons ago I asked for strength to serve, and you granted my wish. I ask now for more of the same, if you see fit to grant it again." For of course, to ask for more without good reason was plain and simple greed, and there were no honeyed words that could disguise intent to a god - she would give unto him only if she wanted to, and he could do nothing but accept the result regardless of her decision.
He knew not where he was headed, but he knew within him what he was searching for - or more specifically, who. He knew that one did not just casually track down a god, as one could follow the trail of prey or another wolf - though Rubedo spoke fervently about his mortal form being only temporary and that he would return to godhood eventually, it remained that as of yet his lover was still a tangible, physical being. Of that I'm sure, he recalled with a faint smirk, before allowing the thought to pass. No, one did not find a god, one had to wait for a god to choose to reveal themselves.
Eventually after some walking, Dionysus suddenly became aware that the snow underfoot had disappeared without his notice. In its place was soft pine needles strewn upon the mossy ground, and the path before him disappeared into waves of dense fog that seemed to swell and retreat like the surf on the shore. He knew then that Chaos had found him, for Dionysus knew the borders of the White Forest by heart, and past none of them did such a place as this reside. The goddess had transported him to her domain, and that meant she would be at least willing to hear his request.
For of course, he sought to increase his power. With the increased strength Chaos had bestowed upon him that fateful night of her descent upon the earth, Dionysus had achieved many feats that a normal wolf could only dream of. He was an even more formidable hunter than he had been before, and he had easily cleared paths around the pack territory. But of course, once one has tasted power, one will desire more of it. And he was the guard and consort of a fallen god of his own now. He wanted more. He wanted to move mountains.
Slowing his steps til he drew to a stop, Dionysus looked up and gazed into the mist, seeking the goddess's ethereal presence. "Chaos," he spoke with reverence, "Moons ago I asked for strength to serve, and you granted my wish. I ask now for more of the same, if you see fit to grant it again." For of course, to ask for more without good reason was plain and simple greed, and there were no honeyed words that could disguise intent to a god - she would give unto him only if she wanted to, and he could do nothing but accept the result regardless of her decision.
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@chaooosss
apparently i suddenly like writing dimi a lot now that hes a horrible beast lmao
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