I feel the air rush out from the center

Larkspur D'Angelo · 08-03-2011, 07:55 PM

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pray to your god, open your heart

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Still seated, he watched her with caution. Like all the devout, Larkspur knew that those who were able to speak to gods, and those who knew magic, were to be feared. Khalif had taught him that. He would show just how terrible his faith was in the weeks to come, but for now, all he spoke of was speculation, theory. Tlanti echoed his own fears and he knew in his heart that something terrible would come to pass. He had known all along, he supposed.

Her hand rose and he stiffened, fearing what might happen if she touched the can tah. It was lucky she was a mystic woman; she knew better. His pupils widened as if to suck in her image entirely. Larkspur knew he could never capture her eyes as he did with lesser beasts, but his eyes had been performing the trick for so long they did so regardless. The snarling façade fell to one of fanatical devotion, eyes wide and face blissfully blank. “The place I come from, Khalif, it knows three gods. One is the day, the other the morning and evening, and the third, he is night. That one is mine; Tak. He controls the timoh sen cah, the low animals.” Larkspur fell silent, one large hand rising to touch the stone thing around his neck. “I warned her and I did what needed done, but she has never seen him. She doesn’t know what he can do.” Terrible fear lingered in his voice. The dark wolf had seen the ini and he had seen the eye of Tak long before he had known it. Damned as he was, there was still power in the unformed. Learning to embrace it was something that Larkspur had long denied until he had seen Ankh’s forgiveness in Wretch’s birth.

Tlantli Kimaris · 08-05-2011, 10:23 PM

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Again with the touching. >.>

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She did not truly understand his Gods in the way she understood her own — Momotztli was not flesh-and-blood, he did not claim the living as his. To look upon her God was to gaze into the sun, something that was not done. Still, though she had little respect for the dark D'Angelo before her, her curiosity of his deities swelled into her face. Something in his face changed as it began, the lesson on the triple-gods. His eyes changed. While it was not a captivating effect, it entranced her for the moment as his voice filled her ears. Dawn, Day, Dusk, Night. Three Gods for four moments, the final of which ruled the black beast who clutched at the stone eagle.

Her hand fell to clasp Larkspur's, an awkward movement that evoked no sense of true companionship. "She will know. They cahn only escape judgement for so long -- Tahk will mayke her see, if she ess supposed to see." She could only assume that this Tak functioned in the same vein as other Gods she had witnessed in life, revealing Himself to the unbelievers when slighted. If Eris disregarded the faith she could see in Larkspur, Eris would find ruin from it.

Her body turned as she released his hand, slender fingers dipping themselves into the shallow dish of crimson blood that sat next to the faint light of a candle. "Aye ahm sure things will turn out for the best." She allowed her voice to fall to a whisper, fingers returning to the face of the Arbiter. One crimson digit pressed itself firmly against the space between jack-o-lantern gaze, fire eyes settling on them without concern for respect. She was offering understanding — the lines of hierarchy were unnecessary.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 08-06-2011, 11:41 PM

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pray to your god, open your heart

How strange it was, to hear the night-god’s name come from her, of all people. He felt her hand against his own and briefly recognized it had known blood from many, many souls. In some way, this woman was magic too. This his skin new, for it crawled under his fur and made the neck-fur under his unkempt hair rise. Orange eyes stared at her own, no longer caring if it was disrespectful. Something had changed between them, if only for the moment. Tomorrow they would be at odds again, one worshiping the sun, the other the night, but for now she was the voice he needed to hear and the reason he had not found in anyone else.

His eyes closed as she touched him, and reopened as she drew away. The eyes refocused. Drawn from his own self-brought madness the wolf smiled in a peculiar way. “I know,” he said with the certainty of a man that knew the voice of his god. Whatever suffering would befall Eris would come in time. It would ruin her, but even ruined things could be saved.

Tlantli Kimaris · 08-19-2011, 05:18 PM

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Tlantli did not chastise him for the directness of his gaze, instead lost in the orange that looked down upon her while the moment of simple understanding continued. They were not friends, but she did not lack civility. Tarnished fingers combed briefly through the faded locks before she allowed herself to pull away fully. He was certain she was right, and she knew herself to be. Eris would suffer eventually for the sin of disbelief, and though Tlantli feared for the sable-woman, she knew it was the Auxiliary's own fault.

She turned herself away from him, tousling her hair and returning to how she was on any other day. "Aye think it ess time for you to go." She stared at her reddened hands while waiting to hear him leave. There was much left to do to ensure that Eris Eternity didn't suffer needlessly for Gods she had no chance to serve. More importantly, she was determined to ensure the unborn children, the first real children of Salsola, came into the world unscathed.

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