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Post by Malachi on Jul 1, 2018 0:59:40 GMT
Malachi was conscious of only two things. The burning of hot sand beneath his paws, and the barking calls of his pursuers. Having grown up running across beaches he was slowly pulling away from them, but a starving servant was no match for his well-fed hunters. Still, Malachi ran on, he knew that this was his only bid for freedom, with the recent outcome in the reign of those who kept him, there would no longer be any hope for freedom. So when the time seemed best he ran like his life depended on it, because really, it did.
Suddenly it seemed that the entire world broke. Malachi's next desperate strides carried him into the dark of night, instead of the burning heat of midday. The shock of this was too much for his exhausted form, and the wolf's next few steps carried him right into the dirt, falling hard into the cold sand of the nighttime beach. Weary blue and green eyes stared out at the bright blue surf, as his chest heaved great wheezing breaths. Oh how far he had fallen, from the son of the king to the servant to two, and now he would probably heave his last breaths in this strange land, oh so far from the tropical paradise he had called home.
The mournful thought was stopped in its tracks by an angry snarl from Malachi himself. This was NOT how he was going to die. He had survived under the tyrannical rule of Rubedo and Dionysus! There was no gods-damned way in hell that he was dying, not here, and not now. With a hefty grunt, the sandy'pelted wolf heaved himself off the ground, looking around at the beach. Now then, where even was he?
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Post by Lirriel on Jul 2, 2018 0:50:15 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","morpheus"] The Broken Coast had begun to almost resemble a home to Morpheus. Or, at least, it was so closely tied to his charges that he could rarely wander farther inland before coming near the surf once more. He had wondered if it said something of his charges, that so many stumbled onto the wet sand, pushed by gentle waves that pulsed luminescent blue. Or if it said something of him, that he was given so many lost souls to guide, when he himself was much the same. Not that he thought often of his memory loss anymore. It was an old part of him, a skin he’d grown used to. It bothered him as little as the horns upon his crown did – but sometimes he remembered it, in the dark of night, when the dreams of many called to him. Or when he dreamed – whispers of a forgotten story being told to him. He still hadn’t reached the end of that story, could barely remember it upon waking. But he thought it of some importance. A god with dominion over dreams could not so easily ignore the vessels of his power. But he could not force the dreams to bend to his will, for all that he might do so with others – divinity was a tricky thing to work, even for a god. And the dreams that he deemed so important were steeped with it, making them flighty and unwieldy, as easily startled as a young doe. No, with the knowledge unwilling, he had to instead turn his mind to other tasks – like greeting his newest charge. As he had done before, his long limbs carried him in a bouncing trot along the surf, white paws throwing up scattering blue droplets that shone in the moonlight. The cool of the surf was pleasing after a sweltering day. He continued on his journey until he spotted the newcomer – sandy-pelted, sand-soaked, almost a part of the ground – until Morpheus saw those mismatched eyes, and something like a smile worked itself across his lips. Pretty, he thought, and he slowed as he came closer, tail hung loose behind him in a banner of neutrality, ears pitched forward but not to the point of aggressiveness. And his voice was the sweet serenade of wind across the water as he came to a stop a few steps from the other, respecting his personal space. “Hello,” he said, with something like amusement in the lilt of his voice. “So you are my newest charge.”And then, because the wolf seemed uncertain, eyes darting about, he added more kindly, “You are safe here. Do not fear.”-----------------[attr="class", "godling"] tags: Malachiwords: 439 notes: refreshing guide is here to help o/ [newclass=.morpheus]max-height:440px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:470px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:470px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus i]color:#C0D860; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Malachi on Jul 2, 2018 2:37:24 GMT
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| Malachi, whipped around as the other approached, his posture that of a wolf who knew no good would come of being approached from behind. It was almost as if for a split second a true fear flashed across his eyes before he took a more dominant stance, carrying himself like a king, and trying to match up against the crown of horns that graced this approacher's head. Questions and sharp statements chased each other through his head until he blurted out a mixture of two, in his most kingly voice possible. A rather amusing thing for a wolf who looked like he'd been starving to do, but he did it none the less.
"What does it mean that I am your newest charge? Have my paws carried me into the afterlife, land of the spirits and gods that supposedly bestowed a blessing upon me?"
Alright, so that wasn't the nicest way to start off a conversation. To cut Malachi some slack, he had been running for his life then thrown somewhere where the ocean glowed blue in the night. So he's a little testy at the moment, really who wouldn't be?
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Post by Lirriel on Jul 3, 2018 4:25:49 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","morpheus"] He carries himself like royalty.A pauper, posturing like a king – Morpheus’ mouth curled into a gentle smile, pleasant to the other’s ferocity. Compared to some of the others he’d met, this one’s bark seemed far worse than his bite. Or, at least, Morpheus was fairly certain he could escape the other’s grasp before he’d even begun to move. Or, considering the starkness of his ribs, he might well faceplant as soon as he lurched after the god. So Morpheus stood his ground, still relaxed compared to the other’s defensive stance. “You look hungry,” he said kindly, taking no offense to the other’s caustic words. “Shall I fetch you a meal?”He was not a fisher, but seabirds were languid at night, nesting and blinded. And he could follow their dreams, find them sleeping peacefully. The resultant meal would be mostly feathers, but the other looked like he’d eat anything he could get. And, because he felt it would be rude to completely ignore the other’s question, he said at last, “This is not the afterlife, but this is a place of gods. I am a God of Dreams – and you shall be a god as well, in time.”He looked away, across the coastline, then glanced back at the wolf. “So, shall we talk further over dinner?”[attr="class", "godling"] tags: Malachiwords: 218 notes: he's good lol [newclass=.morpheus]max-height:440px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:470px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:470px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus i]color:#C0D860; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Malachi on Jul 3, 2018 21:56:32 GMT
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| At the mention of a meal Malachi's stomach growled. Embarrassed he tried to cover up the sound with a cough. All that posturing to be betrayed by his own body? Awfully rude of it to do that to him. Still, the promise of a meal greatly captured his attention, enough to allow for the lowering of his guards.
"Thank you for your kind offer, I would be honored to share a meal with you."
The one thing that kept him wary was the talk of Gods. It had been many long years since he'd seen any good done in the name of godhood. Only long years of destruction and bloodshed at the whims of those who claimed to be gods. Still, when he was a child they were spoken of as benevolent and kind. They were often said to be creatures meant to protect and guide their mortal charges. Certainly, this wolf looked more like a god than the ones who said to be gods, with lustrous fur and elegantly twisting horns.
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Post by Lirriel on Jul 4, 2018 16:24:42 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","morpheus"] Morpheus continued to smile, not reacting to the other’s sudden growling stomach beyond a slight twitch of the lips. Poor thing, he thought. Made a silent promise to catch a pair of nesting birds, so that the wolf’s belly would stop rebelling against its master so openly. His words had their intended effect – when the wolf spoke again, his voice was deprived of much of its earlier venom, defanged at the promise of a meal. “Then excuse me for a moment,” he said. He dipped his head in a quick farewell, an empty gesture that nevertheless lent an element of nobility to his persona. Then he was off, turning on his paws and heading further inland, his white coat faintly illuminated by the blue cast of the surf and the moon’s watery light. Sleep, he commanded as he wandered away from the other, directing his powers toward the birds he stepped amongst. They nested in cracks between the great heaving stones that littered the beach. His claws clicked as he leapt atop a flat stone, peering over its edge to find a mated pair bedded down. Only sleep, no pain. Carefully, he leaned over the edge, his mouth clasping velvet-soft around one of the slumbering creatures’ neck. He carefully arranged his fangs and pressed down where he knew the spine to be – there was a sharp twitch, the final shudder of a life extinguished – and the creature went limp. He lifted it from the nest carefully, laying its slack form between its paws before he returned to the remaining bird. His jaws dispatched it in much the same way, and he delicately laid the birds atop each other, until they were arranged in such a way he might carry both at once. His mouth stretched wide around their bulk as he turned on his heel and headed back the way he had come. They were each worth a few good mouthfuls, and one would certainly dampen the wolf’s hunger, smooth the edge until he was able to catch a true meal. Hopefully he could withstand the fishy smell – Morpheus knew inland wolves were the type to turn their noses up at the sea, unable to see the bounty within. And these birds had been born and bred to the sea – seagulls, he remembered their names, with a suddenness that tugged at his lips in another small smile. And then he was returned to his companion, gently depositing one before the odd-eyed wolf, settling back on his haunches before dropping into a full crouch, his own bird laid between his front paws as he began to nuzzle through the feathers upon its belly, seeking the most succulent meat. “Please, eat,” he said. And then his own head was bowing, his fangs pressing between the bird’s plumage, ripping a mouthful off before he darted his head back in to catch and tear through the tender skin, the scent of blood filling the air as he gulped down his first bite. “As I said, I am a God of Dreams – Morpheus. And you are here because there is some stirring of divinity within you. Something that flows through your blood, that emanates from your being – that would allow you too to ascend to godhood, should you so wish it.”He continued to tease out slivers of flesh, prolonging his meal. As a god, he truly had no need for sustenance, but that did not mean the pleasures of taste and consumption and company were lost to him. [attr="class", "godling"] tags: Malachiwords: 584 [newclass=.morpheus]max-height:440px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:470px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:470px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus i]color:#C0D860; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Malachi on Jul 4, 2018 20:35:56 GMT
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| Malachi had to admit, the speed at which Morpheus returned with birds for the pair of them was rather impressive. Personally, he never favored hunting seabirds, while they were absolutely delicious they were loud and startled easily, meaning if you made a mistake hunting one, the rest would go up up and away, completely out of reach.
Thank you Morpheus. Malachi whuffed, dipping his head and saying a quiet prayer before beginning to feast on the sweet flesh of the bird. The starving part of him took over and he practically devoured the bird, not taking as much time as he should to eat.
Swallowing the last bite he leveled the other with a wary gaze "I have to say that I cant find myself instantly believing you. The last wolves who claimed to be gods conquered my homeland and enslaved who they didn't kill."
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Post by Lirriel on Jul 5, 2018 17:53:44 GMT
“It’s my pleasure,” Morpheus replied, tugging yet another bite-sized strip of flesh from the bird he ate. He had meant for them to bond over the meal – and yet the other’s manners were quickly lost in the haze of his hunger. Morpheus watched with some amusement as the odd-eyed wolf changed from a gentleman to a beast, devouring his own seabird with quick, famished bites that gave way to hurried gulping. “That’s surprising,” he said toward the other, taking no offense in the other’s careful words. He inclined his head forward, the light of the moon once more catching the hues of blue and violet that spread across his horns, the ridges seeming to shiver. “I have yet to meet a mortal who did not believe. Were these others true gods or pretenders?”Settling upon a decision, he at last pushed his own barely-touched bird toward the mortal, the gentle flick of his nose sending it rolling closer to the other’s paws. “Have mine – I derive no nutritional value from it. But,” and his muzzle wrinkled in a small smile, “perhaps eat it more slowly. Otherwise your stomach might rebel.” Malachi
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Post by Malachi on Jul 5, 2018 20:38:50 GMT
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| "I wouldn't say a true non-believer really exists." Malachi mused over the remains of his meal "Just skeptics who haven't seen the proof they desired."
Malachi's manners had definitely improved with the first bird in his stomach and he smiled gratefully to Morpheus for the offer of a second bird.
"Thank you Morpheus. As for Rubedo and Dionysus? I wouldn't at all say that they were gods. Just superstitious wolves who wanted to become gods and take advantage of others. I won't lie I believed them too for awhile but everything runs its course."
As he spoke Malachi took more moderate bites of the bird, feeling full for the first time in a very long while. This was nice, talking with someone in voices that weren't hushed whispers. Even if this place were stranger than the one he had left, maybe it would make a good home.
"You know how someone's voice can worm it's way to your head and you start believing them, even though you know that what they say doesn't fit?"
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Post by Lirriel on Jul 6, 2018 5:16:01 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","morpheus"] Skeptics, Morpheus mused. His eyes flicked from the mortal to the sea – in the dark of night, it blazed blue, silver caps lit by the moon’s sweet gaze. So ephemeral, he thought. And was that not the nature of disbelievers? Sooner or later the truth would find them, would catch them by the throat and force their submission. And yet this mortal did not seem to want to question. Rather, it was a result of his experiences, the life he had led before this one coloring his perception of the world. He dipped his head as the other proffered his thanks, eyes still swimming upon the waves of the ocean. The water encouraged quiet, the soft shush of its fingers climbing up the beach before receding deep a constant reminder. Be quiet and listen, it whispered. And he did, cataloguing the names Dionysus and Rubedo away in the depths of his mind, to think over them later. The mortal ate more easily now, no longer devouring the bird like a starving beast. Morpheus settled down fully into a resting position, his hindquarters poking out sideways while his front paws aimed straight. The length of his tail came to curl neatly over his back legs, feathery-white strands draping across the shorter, denser fur that covered his ankles. “I would not know,” he said at last, in response to the other’s query. “In my memories I am only ever a god – and we do not hold domain over one another. To try would be folly.”He paused, then added, almost as an afterthought, “Even if you do not believe me, or find yourself unable to, I would wish to know your name. Whether you wish it or not, we will likely see more of each other, and I would prefer not to call you ‘Odd-Eyes’.”[attr="class", "godling"] tags: Malachiwords: 303 [newclass=.morpheus]max-height:440px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:470px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:470px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus i]color:#C0D860; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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