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 Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 3:22 pm
As the sun rose slowly over the savannah bleaching the world a pure golden yellow, it's blissful lazy rays rested upon a creature that seemed dead. The body lay like no other decrepit, ragged, unbreathing, the skin clinging to the seleton over every inch of the body, the ribs most prominent as it lay in the dust.
Yet as the sun reached open, stony eyes the body moved, slowly and with a painful creaking sound almost echoeing on the air the beat rose.Each tiny shift made as if you tear the skin from the creature the tight sickly coloured canvas that draped the beast, so taught against the sharp bones beneath. This did not happen though and soon he was upright.
A slow choking breath rattled over sown lips as he took the first breath of his day ahead. He did not need to rest yet day time always seemed to be the time when he moved, the night perhaps was kinder to those who starved. he did not question the worlds motives only that he moved at it's whim. Stick like wings stretched for a moment then, useless, seemingly, the long gone membranes mere tattered shreds.
A step then, in the direction his paws would lead him this day, he could hear their calls and he must attend their cries, for that was his job, to over see those whom starved before they fell in to the rhealm of life or the pit of death. It was what he did for he was Jaddis, starvation itself and he knew nothing else.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 3:46 pm
The peaceful still of the lands, as always seemed to choke and suffocate Mrost like a heavy weight around his neck. He felt half dead when the sounds of battle did not ring out across the world, wandering aimlessly, looking on at petty squabbles and awaiting his chance to live again.
A chance that never seemed to come.
He too paused to stretch, flexing his own bony wings, mere illusion to cloak his true wings which lay beneath. He set off in the nearest direction that looked favourable, never having any purpose to where he went in particular, sensing some sort of latent but familiar power which intruigued him.
He made quick travel, the steady clanking of his footsteps unconcealed, tail waving behind him like a battle standard. Yes, it was familiar, though from where he could not define, even this close to. When he eventually spotted Jaddis, he was already well in sight. Mrost paused and tilted his head slightly before challenging "Who is there?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 3:24 am
It was true that the pale skeletal form of Jaddis fairly melted in to the background but the sounds of his body could be clearly heard as he approached the large blue god. A laugh screeched through the air, a sound which though could be interpreted as a laugh was filled with the sounds of cries. The voice definately came from the walking corpse but lips, nor eyes moved to confirm that.
"Waaarrrr." It calls in to Morosts ear, a slow eerie sound which spoke directly to the other god. The bone thin god came to a slow creaking stop before the big blue armoured male and with a painful creaking of bones he sat, his wings folding back against his sickly thin frame.
"You must know me war, it has been much time but I followed you out of batte in the past." The body never reacted to the eerie voice which seemed disjointed, yet coming from the pallid god, the body released a slow death rattle of a breath, shaking the whole frame just to confirm that yes he was infact in some state of living.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 7:12 am
Mrost smirked at Jaddis from where he stood, not as unnerved as would be assumed by the emaciated creature before him, the voice to him more familiar than he could quite place. He sat too, and nodded at the god before him. "I recognise you somehow." And that was true, Mrost had seen an innumerable number of corpses in his lifetime, battlefields strewn with the dead, devastation in their wake. But many of those who died were healthy right up until their demise. It was only once war had ravaged the land enough that those who did not fight began to feel the backlash, no food to sustain them, the land untended, herds driven away. The god before him, was that backlash, he had a feeling, a familiarity and instant rappor flickering within him.
"Famine." he stated, recognition in his voice, grinning ever so slightly, giving Jaddis a faint wink. "Looking as sprightly as I imagined. About time I met you, I think."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 8:52 am
That laugh again then as Mrost spoke, it was pleasing that the god recognised him and the bone thin gods lips moved for the first time in a painful smile. The binds which held his lips together pulled tightly against the thin skin but did not release the lips, blood simply seeped from the wounds they caused as they tightened against the mouth.
"Yes War, it has been a long time since I have stood in your presence. Many a century I have siddled about in this decrepit body wondering when I must meet those I know again. I have not felt the pull of war for a long time, the famine that follows it is still familiar in my bones. Is the world quiet now war?"
Jaddis spoke plainly, though the voice still carried upon the air, he spoke as if conversing with an old friend whom had been missing for far too long from his life. Such a manner of conversation was to say the least, unusual for the bone thin god, such greetings and questions reserved for those his soul knew from times in the past.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:02 am
Mrost felt a stab of guilt, as thought the lack of wars in recent years had fallen to him, but even he knew that there was only so much influence anyone could extol over the mortals. He nodded grimly. "Indeed, the world is quiet, at least in this place, contentment taints every corner of the land and what little conflict there is is swiftly resolved." He flicked his ears back. "And were it not for what little argument and pridal tensions remain, I'd be so much history by now" There'd always be famine, and, Mrost hoped, there'd always be war. Famines could cause war as much as the opposite was true. Desperation brought out the worst in people and lions alike.
"It is a most despicable state of affairs, I just have to keep reminding myself that for each age of contentment and plentiful peace..." he sunk his black talons into the earth with a smirk and a growl "..that an age of destruction lies around the corner."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:17 am
Taking a slow breath inwards the sickly looking gods head lifted slightly to look upon the large blue warlord. He could see that the old god before him hated that the world whispered instead of shouted out. If it was at all possible Jaddis felt sorry fror Mrost. Famine was a definate even great hunger kept him going in this life he chose to continue leading but small conflicts, he guessed war must be bored.
"I have heard whisperings of conflicts in the fire lands from those mortals whom I pass and do not simply turn the other way. Perhaps peaceful times will come to an end." A slight laugh once again then. "I suppose you can only hope for she is a goddess beyond any powers." Ragged ears flickered for a moment and flies buzzed from their resting place, his body didn't often react to the world around it but for a breif moment the eyes seemed less stony, more alive. It was only a flicker though for to remain attached would cause nout but pain.
"My journey is always forward War, where do the fates lead your paws next? Perhaps one day I will follow you once again, I have always prided in what I do, it is my job though many hate it. It has been a very long time since I have had a true large scale purpose. They hunger they starve and others take their place, the fates have guided me well on my path perhaps it will be to follow in yours once again soon?" There was, if at all possible, an almost hopeful air in his voice, for although Jaddis was not a cruel god, nor malicious god, he simply did his job, he took pride in what he did, for there had to be a famine for the land to replenish itself and there for be life. That was the way the circle worked.
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