Post by Cheyenne Wolfmoon on Jan 9, 2017 21:25:58 GMT -8
He had not been in the realm of man for very long, he wasn't even aware that he had burrowed into the earth of The Silver lands before he was taken to the realm of gods. He only realized this after walking by the hole he had burrowed for himself with a deep chuckle, the echo in the silence of the trees in the snow made him smile to himself. He indeed loved these lands and was proud that his daughter had helped it retain its mysticism.
He had absorbed what he could only describe as emotions in the act of murdering his mother, the Goddess Sekhmet. His father remained in the shadows as he does and Wolf had a newfound appreciation for his wife and children. Even the wretched one who had made a life's aspiration to destroy Wolf, he never realized how similar he was to himself until this most recent time of being baptized in the earth of his home. He had a remorse that he had been removed so completely that his beloved had no idea that every time she had spilled her own blood in the woods of their home, he was taking her in...and every time she tried to end her life was a flash of memory upon his waking. He was comforted that she was secured in their castle.
After a time he came to one of the frozen ponds and his eyes felt a new sensation, burned like something he had never felt..he grew confused and imagined it was something he could reach in and grab out of himself, but new instantly that he had to fight that urge and let the emotion play through in his mind. However he felt something dark and familiar in him stir and as if the elements themselves were whim to his emotion, the wind and snow pick up whipping his waist length, now clean white hair around the sharp features of his stone like face. His eyes swirled as if following the wind, the silver swirling like a boiling blend of silver and mercury. A low growl formed in his chest...
His anger had returned...but his urge to lash out at her was changed, and the abruptness made him gasp and his 8 foot frame stood frozen as if affected by the elements, and his eyes moved to the ground and he saw a single drop of blood fall to the ground before him. He exhaled in a confused chuckle as he lifted his slender fingers with nails tipped in razors to his face to just beneath his eye and looks at the blood and is instantly filled with a sort of madness as the wind whipped around him and the snow seemed to lift from the ground to encircle him to near blindness, which made him clench his fist thinking that it was a sort of mocking gesture from his father hiding in a corner of the realm of Gods.
The feeling of madness continued as his mind raced with images of his wife's countless deaths at his expense, and his daughters abandonment....
He grabs his head and lets out a deep pained growling yell that reverberated around his nation and all of his blood would feel this anguish. His hand hits the ground hard before he collapses with a defeated whisper....
"Marissa..."
He had absorbed what he could only describe as emotions in the act of murdering his mother, the Goddess Sekhmet. His father remained in the shadows as he does and Wolf had a newfound appreciation for his wife and children. Even the wretched one who had made a life's aspiration to destroy Wolf, he never realized how similar he was to himself until this most recent time of being baptized in the earth of his home. He had a remorse that he had been removed so completely that his beloved had no idea that every time she had spilled her own blood in the woods of their home, he was taking her in...and every time she tried to end her life was a flash of memory upon his waking. He was comforted that she was secured in their castle.
After a time he came to one of the frozen ponds and his eyes felt a new sensation, burned like something he had never felt..he grew confused and imagined it was something he could reach in and grab out of himself, but new instantly that he had to fight that urge and let the emotion play through in his mind. However he felt something dark and familiar in him stir and as if the elements themselves were whim to his emotion, the wind and snow pick up whipping his waist length, now clean white hair around the sharp features of his stone like face. His eyes swirled as if following the wind, the silver swirling like a boiling blend of silver and mercury. A low growl formed in his chest...
His anger had returned...but his urge to lash out at her was changed, and the abruptness made him gasp and his 8 foot frame stood frozen as if affected by the elements, and his eyes moved to the ground and he saw a single drop of blood fall to the ground before him. He exhaled in a confused chuckle as he lifted his slender fingers with nails tipped in razors to his face to just beneath his eye and looks at the blood and is instantly filled with a sort of madness as the wind whipped around him and the snow seemed to lift from the ground to encircle him to near blindness, which made him clench his fist thinking that it was a sort of mocking gesture from his father hiding in a corner of the realm of Gods.
The feeling of madness continued as his mind raced with images of his wife's countless deaths at his expense, and his daughters abandonment....
He grabs his head and lets out a deep pained growling yell that reverberated around his nation and all of his blood would feel this anguish. His hand hits the ground hard before he collapses with a defeated whisper....
"Marissa..."
