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 Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 11:38 pm
Luk: *sparkley white pupilless eyes* Hello cutie pie. ;3
Wilhelm: *Flicks his tail rapidly and glomphs Luk affenctionatly* Hello my Lord! 0w0
Luk: I have missed you so! How are the flowers and graves coming along? Are there many lovely new souls coming in? *curious curious*
Wilhelm: *Flicks his tail a bit and bounces back on his toes* Now that the season is warm and things are growing, the graves all need a lot of tending. I'm very busy! I've already worn down one of my tomb scrubbing brushes and broken a spade on a rock. *He tilts his head in thought* I'm afraid there aren't many new graves in the graveyard, but maybe a few of the lingering souls are ready to move on? Spring is a wonderful season for renewal and passingon!
Luk: *ponders in a tamaki like pose* Hmm, yes yes...I think this is true! @w@ We shall harvest quickly! *pounces on grave and knocks on tomb stone* ^w^ .................................. *nothing happens* ......COME OUT AND MEET YOUR KING! >w< *nothing happens* ....................... *grows mushrooms in a dark corner of the cemetery*
Wilhelm: *He bounces excitedly around Luk, excited to see his God at work. He scampers after him and watchs the knocking. Then..the nothing. His head tilts and he watchs Luk's eventual actions* Maybe... They just aren't Springy Souls. maybe they are more summery?
Luk: Indeed this must be the case! *bounces back up* RIGHT! we will just have to wait til summer~!
Wilhelm: *he smiles, proud to have cheered his god up. He does a little informal salute sort of gesture* I will make sure the graves are nice and tidy, so the souls are happier and will be ready for your next visit!
Luk: *pets on the head* You are a good and faithful worshipper! Take more breaks though, I dont want you tired too badly. *pet pet, then gives a little skull cookie* <3
Wilhelm: *His ears twitch happily at the pets he recieves* Yes Lord. I promise I will take more breaks. Though I really do like my job. *He adds as he takes the cookie and begins to nibble around the skull* I love cookies!
Luk: Good, I shall make sure you get many of them for your breaks! <3
Wilhelm: *He gives a little chitter of a laugh* So...I guess when I see cookies that means it's break time huh?
Luk: You bet. *summons lots of jackals with cookies* But dont be surprised if you gain some weight. <3
Wilhelm: *He watches the jackles with a eager little smile. At the warning he reaches out and snaps uphis old rake. Giving it a twirl so it whistled lightly he taps the butt on the ground* I'll just work all the harder with my rake!
Luk: Good boy! Thats the spirit. *smiles*
Wilhelm: Spirit! *he says with a light laugh of amusement at the joke* I'm full of it!
Luk: *pets again* Yes you are. <3
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 11:49 pm
Wilhelm had escaped from his torturers just out of pure dumb luck. His weapons were gone. His cute hair clip was gone, but he wasn't about to search the tent for it before fleeing. He was tired and bloody and he had decided to quit the battlefield entirely. Despite his string of excellent wins, he didn't think he could dare return and risk being hunted down again. So with his fluffy tail dragging behind him, he made his way to the safest place he could think of. He crept into one of Lukarius tribute temples, found a nitch, and curled up into the smallest ball he could.
Luk had been laying in his chamber in darkness, always was he laying in darkness these days it seemed. Whenever his candles were not lit to warm his clay molds, he made his peace in a room of night.
Slowly, he blinked his eyes open and seemed to be listening, though it was an inward reaching he felt. As though a bit of his soul stretched from him and searched for another. Slowly, he rose, and taking two steps phased from his tomb of rest into the temple he had felt someone enter.
Silently, he watched from the shadows as Wilhelm made his way in. Raggong and worn, the squirrel had seen better days, and Luk felt more then saw how tired the little pockettu was. He tilted his head, as if listening to his corner that hid him. Slowly, the bodies of his Jackals appeared around him and made their way along the walls, their claws 'click click click'ing along the hard floor. Nearly 20 of the furry little dark creatures circled Wilhelm, before they started almost systemattically to come up to him.
Sniffing, whimpering and licking, before finally forming a wall around him. A warm ball of fur that wanted to sheild him from the eyes of the outside world. "I'm sorry." Luk said softly, his voice whispering its way from one of the jackal's mouths. "I'm sorry they broke your rake, Wil..."
At first Wil had thought that the clicking sound was his bones. Shifting and popping from either what had happened to him or just the fact he was curled up so tightly. He felt the licks then, and his head lifted from it's tucked position so he could marvel at the massive amount of jackles surrounding him. When they began to pile up around him, Wilhelm felt as if his body finally truely relaxed. Having their presence here, it made him feel safer. He shifted his head to lean it against one of the dark creatures.
His eyes had begun to drift closed when he heard the soft voice whisper to him. He forced himself to smile a false smile simply to cover up the sadness that had come with the mention of his favorite tool. he'd won all his battles with that rake. He'd become really fond of it, and had expected it to be a token of pride after the war was over. "It's okay...better the rake then my Will. Right?" He whispered softly.
"Better the rake, then MY Wil." Luk murmured softly. He watched as the jackals did what canines did, bunching together around Wil as if to protect him as they would a baby or pup.
"Tools are replacable. Your body is not as easily done. You've fought hard, and suffered for it. You've always been one of my favorites, Wilhelm, and I would not take well to your dimise over a gift I bestowed upon you. The rake was nice, but it is not worth your life." Luk said causiously. "I can make you so many more rakes, but they are only material possessions. Your memories, and the moments of your victory. Those are your true tokens of pride. Those are your trophies, my little one."
He knelt in his corner, smiling a bit sadly as he watched Wilhelm. "You will survive, my dear follower...It hurts, but time will heal it. Time comes and goes as the sand in the wind, so fine and ever shifting...But ever consistant through it all, I will be here. No matter through one lost rake, or a thousand sacrified rakes, I will be here. Ever waiting for you to return home. It is not the gift I wait for, Wilhelm. It is always for my warrior souls."
Wilhelm found it quite comfortable to rest his head on the bunched fur of the jackle. He was warm, safe, and more comfortable then he'd been in deas. Despite the lingering pain. It would fade as he healed, and he was clearly in a safe enough place to believe that could happen now. Wilhelm found himself listening, and nodded his head in small gestures.
"I understand." He murmured softly. The knowledge that he was a favorite though, it warmed him inside in a way that removed the sadness over the loss of his tools. After a moment of thought he twitched his tail slightly. "I'll always come back to you. I love you more then possessions or even pride. There isn't anything worth holding on to that would keep me from coming back."
Luk smiled, a full and soft one that put creases at the corners of his eyes. "I know. For now, just rest and heal. I wont let anything happen to you while you sleep here." He promised. He rose and moved away from his corner, slowly circling the temple and closing it off from the outside world with slips of the veil he made Purgatory from. He did not want Wilhelm's temple to be in Purgatory, because he did not want the other followers to disturb the squirells sleep. Inspead, he wanted the temple to be almost inbetween the living world and his world of graves.
"Sleep, and all will be well soon."
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 11:53 pm
Luk sat in his temple, dark now due to his viel. He hadn't lifted the temple back into the sunlight since Wilhelm had made the temple his safe house, nor was Luk in the mindset to raise the temple back of his own will as of yet. He'd watched over the little Pockettu through his jackals as Wil had healed slowly, and Luk's frustration and anger over the keepers condition only grew worse the longer he watched him.
No god enjoyed their followers being beaten down, least of all Luk. These were his souls, his garden to harvest. How dare someone else touch the fruits of his labor, the fruits his followers so dedicatedly grew within their hearts. He had thought long and hard about Wilhelm as he'd traversed his realm, working with the souls there and creating. Ever was he molding grave soil and souls together, or healing those that needed rest. But the hardest part was letting those that could not heal go. Even Lukarius felt a chill from the call of the void.
It had been a difficult thing to do, watching souls too damaged for healing pass away and out of his care. Harder yet, knowing that with each crack and damaging memory, his followers and other souls took one step closer to the void as well. Wilhelm's crack weighed heavy on his mind, for if Luk had been more attentive, his follower might never have gotten the damaged soul.
The anger that such had happened had driven Luk to things he'd never thought of before, never dreamed of before. Things he was not sure he was proud of. Looking down into his hand, Lukarius stared at the black gemstone he held in his hand. It was cold. Colder then anything he'd ever experianced. And completely devoid of all signs of life, as if even the light itself vanished into the thing. The last soul he'd cared for yesterday had been cracked....damaged beyond any hope of repair. But when it's time to pass out of existance had come, Luk hadn't been able to stand letting it go...
Instead, he'd forced the collapsing spirit into a shard of the crystal stones he used to store souls in...The result being the abomination he held in his hand. Neither existing, nor nonexisting, Luk had trapped the soul inbetween the plains of life and true Death. He'd trapped it in the doorway to oblivian, and the stone was his proof of it. He'd thought of breaking the gem, to release the soul into it's nonexistance...and yet, feeling the stone in his hand had brought up many questions...the largest being the lack of pain one felt with this stone in their possession.
He'd debated and fought with himself long and hard over the possibilities of his plans. Was this truely a blessing for his follower, or was it a curse? The ability to feel pain was one trait that helped the soul learn and experiance life around them...removing that....Luk glanced toward Wilhelm and the Jackals, his eyes narrowing. He was sick of seeing them suffer...His souls, his young. His fledgelings, only trying to serve their master. He closed his eyes, his hand tightening around the stone.
"Wilhelm. Come to me."
He was safe. And warm. And the pain faded slowly from his body. Here in this place he knew that no harm would come to him. Wilhelm slept deeply of course. His head nestled against random jackles, and when the dreams came, often pressed against one to try and hide from the demons in his mind. Wilhelm did not like the dreams, they were filled with such black memories of his time as a captive. They woke him either with whimpers or tears.
Still, he recovered only because he knew he was safe here. As he was in a half awakened state he heard the command from his most beloved Lord. Wilhelm gave some of the jackles piled on him a small press with his palms, and he extracted himself from their warmth and safety. His cloths were still all reumpled, but he didn't worry about his state. Wilhelm obediantly padded his way to the throne where he knew to find Lukarius. His hair was fluffed like a dandalions head, his tail frizzed and the flowers in it mostly crushed from being lain upon.
"Lord?" Wilhelm spoke softly when he found himself approaching Lukarius.
Luk looked at Wilhelm closely as the pockettu made his way to him. His physical appearance never once registered for Lukarius, but it was the male's soul he inspected. It was ever quivering from the darkness inside Wilhelm's mind and memories that swelled. Luk worried the darkness there may try and claim the rest of Wilhelm over time....it strengthened his resolve in what he was about to do.
"Wilhelm. You've always been one of my most loyal worshippers. You've fought hard for my name and glory, battled and tasted both victory and defeat for me." He started off, reaching out once the pockettu was close enough to draw him even closer. "You are one of my most loyal and trusted, Wilhelm...This is why i wish to give you a gift greater then any of your brothers or sisters have. You've earned so much, and I have much that I pride in you. Your strength, your loyalty, and your beauty..."
He smiled softly, looking at Wilhelm as if actually trying to see the pockettu's physical face before he nodded. "Wilhelm, please give me you mask."
There was no hesitation in Wilhelm when he saw Luk call him forth. he moved closer. Unafraid and feeling a sense of peace that came from his sense of adoration for Lukarius. He smiled slightly at his God. "Such praise..." He whispered softly while resisting the urge to reach out and just touch Lukarius on his sleeve. Ah...he loved Lukarius so much. He couldn't think of anything other then that right now. How much awe he felt for the Death God.
Wilhelm dug into his overalls to pull out the mask he'd been granted. he ran a finger tenderly over the little nose, then offered it to Lukarius. "Here Lord." He murmured softly.
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