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 Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 6:02 pm
Blood suddenly surged from everywhere, sand turned gray, oceans turned black; the world seemed to die around one lone white figure that sat on the beach, gazing out towards the distant lands across the ocean with sky colored eyes. In his paw was a black scrap that seemed to pulse and wave in the wind, caught on the breeze of the ocean when it should have been hiding the sky blue eyes that were open.
The blood that flowed across the gray sands dyed the white paws a crimson color with it's endless surging. Not caring whether the one sitting so still felt it or whether it was truly all in his head, the blood oozed and flowed about.
A huge breath rattled in the god's chest, causing it to expand and the blood colored swirls on his chest to move as if alive. The world around him was ever the same without the blindfold. With it over his eyes he could see the world as it truly was, not as his curse caused him to view it. A view that he would die a hundred deaths or more to avoid seeing every time the blindfold fell off of his eyes.
As it often did in sleep.
Slowly, the god put the blindfold back over his eyes and closed them as a shudder spazmed down his back, making the overly large wings fluff out and send particles of sand flying through the air. More than anything in the world Athrun deplored his vision and it's faults. If it weren't for this vision he wouldn't have to go through what he did, he would be able to see his mate and his beautiful cubs with his own two eyes.
Head shaking at his own gall, Athrun lay down on the beach and allowed the waves to finally lap against his large paws. The cool feeling of the ocean water made his mind feel as if it were calmed, made his energies come back in leaps. However it came at a price. With his paws in the ocean water, his powers and ability to sense those in need of his help strengthened. The nature of salt water was to do such, but sometimes he felt it a curse.
How in the world did the gods who lived in it every day put up with it's added strength?
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 9:01 pm
The ocean waves seemed a bit calm, somewhat soothing with a feeling of a presence beyong the waves themselves. It would seem just as the unfamiliar visitor to the shore seemed to settle itself down, a feeling seemed to stir beneath the surface of the waters and churn within the rolling currents- directing itself towards the slumbering, winged giant whose form was nestled within a bed of seaweed which he had cleveryly strung to latch to two rocks and woven by means of bribing a few good otters. It was the perfect hammock! Even with the currents, the adolescent was simply rocked back and forth with a soothing motion that caused his eyes to become heavy and his body to feel weightless. But that strange sensation, a new feeling and presence, seemed to catch his attention without a hesitation.
Slowly the god flickered his ears while his eyes lazily seemed to focus out towards the shore and the sand bars. Someone was at the shoreline and as the small whitewash seemed to lap at their paws their emotion seemed to shock through the water like a bolt of electricity.
This dude or dudette was definitely feelin' a bit blue! And no one should have to feel down!
Shifting his body slightly as his seaweed, woven hammock seemed to dump him out, the blue and white tribal god gave a thrust of his wings and propelled forwards as a wave began to conjure at the oceans surface. It seemed almost a bit strange that the tranquil seas began to find the strength to commence and grow a rather large wave to begin to barrel towards the shore but a sudden flash of blue seemed to add to its eerie presence as it raced towards the crest of the oncoming wave. The power of such a great force seemed to lessen as the roar of the surf became a bit softer- tranquil yet perhaps that seemed to do little when one realized that the wave was coming straight for them, cha?
The wave lerched downwards suddenly with an explosion of white wash crashing upon the shore and the main force of the wave directed itself right upon the unknown visitor. One would expect to lose their breath and take a final breath of air before beng submerged and in the paws of the oceans depths yet it seemed that wasn't so. A great weight seemed to suddenly topple over the white, winged god as the surf dissapated and left a rather peculiar object sprawled on top of him as it chuckled.
"Duuuuude. THAT SO TOTALLY ROCKED!"
A bit disoriented and with his head still spinning, Juuku shook his head as his tapered, white mane swept from out of his eyes. Riding the surf never failed to leave him a bit oblivious or able to stand up for several moments and those feelings of adrenaline still continued to pump through his veins! Though for the moment he was quite curius of what exactly it was he landed on. His massive paws seemed to poke and shift about a mass of white; a strange mass that was a bit squishy and definitely furry! The adolescent god couldn't help but chuckle softly as he gave a broad grin.
"First I was all 'WHOA!' and then the waves were like 'WHOA!' and now I'm tooootally like 'WHOOOOOA!'. Whatever you are squishy thing you are a lifesaver or I'd definitely would have eaten sand."
The god flopped fully onto the strange objects back, lost in his own train of thought as he stared out towards the waves, his otter tail thumping against the unknown creatures body and wriggling in the sand. Whatever it was, Juuku must have lucked out! Now if only he could cart this thing back home! But for the time being the god of surf was finding himself to become that beach bummin' lion that he always had been and sleep was slowly taking him under.
"Squishy thing you are awesome....." he mumbled as he rested his down and kissed the squishy, furry object.
"I looooove you squishy thing."
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 8:18 pm
The wave couldn't have just been enough, no... that would be too... easy? Who knew. But something had to land on him as well, something rather heavy and larger than he was. The natural first instinct would have been to think it was a whale or a shark, but his being a god, as well as the warmth that pooled across his back and shoulders told him otherwise. This was no shark certainly.
"'I looooove you squishy thing.'"
Those were the words he heard just seconds after he was kissed on the side of his head by whatever had landed on him.
Not a shark.
"Get off me..." Athrun said calmly, his voice was low, almost deadly in volume and quality.
Whatever this was, he felt wings and that was always a bad thing. That meant it was a god, that meant it was a danger to him. Him who had been cursed by his own brothers and sisters of the ethereal realms. If this wasn't a friend then he wasn't in the mood to stay crushed beneath their larger size and sheer weight. It was getting hard enough to breath after all.
Without any warning he stood, flipping the rather large being off of his back and onto the sand. Athrun didn't enjoy being laid on even by his own family, his mate he made an exception for, but his sons he never allowed on his back. The humongous wings on his back spread out and angled downward, almost like a swan making a graceful apperance on a lake.
His head turned so it looked like he was looking at the other god from his right eye over his shoulder and wings. It was a god alright, but what kind and what realm he didn't know.
This type of thing was dangerous, however he sensed no threat coming from the other, for all that his entrance was extravagent.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 5:00 pm
The ears of the god suddenly perked upwards, mouth hanging ajar as he gasped. "SQUISHY YOU TALK? MOST EXCELLENT! YOU SO TOTALLY ROCK!"
Juuku couldn't help but chuckle, though that low voice that seemed a bit terrifying seemed to be overlooked as the rather large in stature god remained upon the unknown god below- shifting his weight and sitting upon the mass of white as curiosity seemed to cause him to knead his claws upon the furry, white fur. But before long and wth the sudden thrust of movement upwards, the young god was quick to lose his balance as the unknown squishy thing threw him off and onto the sands. As his face was the first thing to become embedded within the sands, the god lifted his head upwards as sand seemed to cover his face and twitched, scrunched and bunched his muzzle as he spit out what sand had successfully entered his maw.
"Duuude, that was some ride," the god chuckled. Stumbling onto his paws, Juuku shook his head. Who knew that a squishy thing could throw him off guard? Not only that but he never expected a squishy thing to fight back! Next time he would have to remember that! Sand wriggled from out of his fur as he gave one last good shake of his head before looking towards whatever the squishy thing was but it was at that moment that the rather massive god seemed to stare at the one before him with his maw hanging open and wings unfurling slightly.
This was no squishy thing! Squishy things definitely didn't have wings nor look like lion. Oh no, this was a god! This was even better than a squishy thing!
Juuku's maw continued to hand ajar, eyes blinking several times as he seemed somewhat in awe. It was a rather rare occurance to find other gods and goddess's around but though it was due in part of him often only staying in one place and never frequenting the mainland as much. But as of lately he was having quite a bit of luck with running into other immortals which was always an adventure in itself. How many gods and goddesses were there? There were so many faces to meet and greet and names to remember that even the mere thought of it caused the god of surfs head to hurt! Though it was a given that he wouldn't exactly meet every single one of them he'd try his best. But on the other paw- he wasn't all that remarkable or primo in remembering names or much anything but he'd at least give it a whirl.
Cerulean-teal hued orbs seemed to stare at the large wings of the god before him as the silence still abided between them. To be honest Juuku wasn't all too sure at what to say! He often wasn't the greatest at first impressions but in this situation he'd simply just roll with something and run off with it. Even as he stood there, the young god took a relaxed breath and exhaled out of his nostrils slowly as he looked towards the other.
"How's it hangin' bro?" He spoke loudly, his tone drawled out slightly and relaxed while a lopsided grin stretched across his maw. "Uh- I didn't mean to land on you dude. I must have not realized you were tooooootally there! My bad, dude."
Juuku continued to smile as he wriggled his toes within the sand and gently swayed his peculiar tail behind him. He wasn't quite sure what to expect or how the god before him would react. The young god had heard stories of those who were ruthless, savage and seemed to thrive off of bloodshed, torment and fear. But such things were far from Juuku's own personal preference- he would much rather to catch some seriously gnarly waves and lie on the beach than having to hurt some dudette or dudes! But to each his own, cha?
"So dude who are you? And what brings you out here to the surf? Passin' through or lookin' for some serious thrills or some mad crazy session out tearin' up the curls?"
The god settled upon his haunches, head tilting ever so slightly as he simply continued to grin. How could he stop though? It was impossible! The waves were roarin', crashin' and creating some primo sets while the sun was bright and beaming down its awesome rays. How could anyone manage to throw away a smile and frown?
It was bogus!
Still as he stared and looked towards the other god, Juuku inched slightly closer. "I like your wings...they're real big...."
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 6:32 pm
No threat.
The whiskers on Athrun's muzzle twitched in amusement. Whether a frown or a smile, anyone watching wouldn't have known. However his face visibly twitched and that was enough of a reaction from Athrun to denote his turning around and sitting before another god.
A blood colored flash came from the heiroglyphics engraved in his fur, on his being. Then without warning they started to climb across his snowy fur, like they were twisting and alive. It was a rarity to see them move like that, only in the presence of another immortal, only in the presence of a god that he may or may not have known in his life before.
Narrowing his eyes behind his blindfold and overly happy that the lion before him couldn't see it, Athrun tilted his head to the side and took the other in with serious eyes. The Eye of Horus on his blindfold flashed and he heaved a gentle sigh.
A surf god. He'd gone and found an ocean god.
The ocean gods were known for rarely leaving the seaside, it was their home, they're 'abode' as one would put it. It made him smile to know that they had such a thing. Many other gods could never say the same, having obscure realms steeped in mental psychie and physical health. No kind of home.
"I simply wished to watch the waves. The sound and motion of the waves calms my mind when it rages in a turmoil." Athrun responded at last, folding his huge wings over his markings to obscure them from view so the other wouldn't question why they moved so violently across his fur. "Could an old god like myself see fit to assume you were out riding waves on such a 'thrilling' day then?"
A rougish grin crossed the older god's muzzle, his eyes hard behind his blindfold. The faster he found out who this was then the quicker he could settle the heiroglyphs, the sooner he could rest once more with a peaceful mind. It seemed he was more often seeing gods, new and old. Reborn and endlessly there. It was no suprise to him that another had fallen on him.
They seemed to be overtaking the savannah anymore, soon gods would be everywhere and the simpler creatures for whome they were created to protect would be gone. Prey to a new kind of creation that should never have been.
Gods were meant to serve, not to populate. At least that was how Athrun viewed the world of gods.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 3:31 pm
If one was to wonder if he was a god who was fairly well known or one of little importance it would be certain that the god of surf was one whose importance would seem minimum. The lands here were stricken with scorching heat, a continuous chain and system which most, if not all, gods hoisted up and created. Domains such as the sun, the moon, seasons, rain, and even emotions seemed far more important than one whose dominion was over the surf. Though it only showed how little the mainlanders realized of what great importance the surf played in the lives of others- though it wasn't their fault they didn't know as it seemed that there was always something to attract their attention and leave them searching for something; food, answers, love, and all of that jazz, 'cha? But as for being an acquaintance amongst other immortals, well- Juuku had reborn several times due to accidents by means of his own creation and at the claws of..well, such an event he rarely spoke of and unfortuntely it would remain hidden and unknown. Though as he was slowly encountering more and more gods and goddess's, Juuku was learning quickly that there certainly were many of which he never imagined! Even now as he stared at the one before him he couldn't help but feel that twinge of innocent curiosity consume him as he knitted his brows.
Of the colors that flashed upon the markings of the god, Juuku's dense and slightly zoning personality all but didn't notice any of it. His mind was rummaging with questions, bubbling with a need to learn about the immortal before him as his strange, otter-like tail thumped upon the ground much like a excited canine. Juuku's ears perked upwards, head canting slightly as his white mess of choppy, spiked mane swayed before his eyes and over his woven crown of ti leaves.
"Oooooooh-" the god mused, his voice laced with a laziness and a non-chalant tone as he chuckled. "The waves are tooooootally a remedy for any case of the blues, dude. Its natures ultimate music that can definitely help you just chiiiiiiiill oooooooout, 'cha?"
A lopsided grin stretched across the gods face, small fangs glistening alongside his pearly whites as he laughed, nodding his head. "Ah- dude! Bein' the god of the surf its like a commandment and a gnarly rule that the god of the surf surfs, ya'know? I mean what type of god would I be if I didn't heed the call? I wouldn't be a very good one! Gotta control the waves and keep 'em steady or else the poor little grommets out there would get hell munched for suuuuuure. And that's somethin' I toooooootally don' want ta' happen!"
It certainly wouldn't be a good thing for any creature to be left at the demise of the rampaging waves. Though such a powerful entity and force of nature was controlled by the temperment of the god of surf, Juuku had certainly learned to harness his emotions in a way which kept the sets of primo waves always curlin' and crashin' onto the shore. But even being a god didn't make him perfect- or rather he was far from such a title; there were times where his emotions could not be contained or were hard to repress which lead to the build up of powerful waves that seized the shoreline and destroyed the coast and sometimes innocent bystanders got in the way and were injured or even killed. Though so far in this new life he had yet to tarnish that- and one could only hope that his slate would be kept clean.
As his brows knitted more closely together, the god of the surf pursed his lips. "So dude what's your domain? Can't say I recognize you, bro, but maybe we've toooootally crossed paths, 'cha?"
It was highly unlikely that the two had crossed paths but with Juuku having a mind that was impossible to keep straight and a hazy memory it seemed that there could be a slight possibility. Yet lately it seemed that the number of gods surfacing from hiding and from their realm was certainly exciting! But at the same time most of the ocean gods seemed to stay within their own domain and were quite elusive.
Unfortunately this was no longer the case with the god of the surf.
Staring hard at the god, Juuku bit his lower lip. "You're not the god of fish....are you? If so then I toooooootally didn't mean to eat those colorful little dudes off the reef! They...they looked like really really sweet fruits and all tastey lookin' dude !" He admitted, giving a sheepish smile and a small chuckle. "You gotta stop makin' those fish so colorful- if you made them plain lookin' then I wouldn't touch them or toooooootally be tempted!"
Juuku curled his tapered, plush otter tail around him as his wings tucked against his sides. There was a part of him that was hoping that this god truly wasn't the god of fish as he had been hoping not to run into him if such a god realized that the god of surf was snacking on his prized creations. Though as he continued peering at the god before him, Juuku felt as if he certainly wasn't an ocean god. Certainly he would know him, 'cha?
Wrinkling his muzzle, the god once again inched closer.
Who was he?
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 5:57 pm
One of his ears seemed to lower as Juuku asked what his realm was, but Athrun brushed it off for a moment and focused instead on the begining of that conversation. His heiroglyphs finally eased down their motions and the god was left in relaxation before the other, his icy heart finally empty of the strangling fear that came with knowing he might have met this one before when his family was slaughtered.
When his world was ended originally.
"You would be no kind of god at all I would imagine, if your own realm didn't call to you like a gentle whisper in the ear at integrity and offering. All gods know it's call." Athrun smiled lazily at last, his muscles relaxing and his body sliding down to lay on the warm sands of the seaside once again.
If curiosity could be considered a vile poison then this male before him certainly had contracted a malady. He was curious and he was outgoing, that Athrun admired him for. He wanted to know, he wanted to experience. A hands on experience was good for any god, especially an ocean god as they wouldn't understand their own realm if not for the occaisonal day they spent exploring it to the fullest.
"I would imagine the god of fish would appear more... fish-like. No no. My realm resides in Loneliness and nothing else. Though I cannot say that I would lament the devouring of colorful fish myself. It's usually the colorful ones that have the most flavor to them." At this he remembered all the times he'd flown out and sunken his claws into a rather large blue and red fish. They were the tastiest it would seem.
Slowly he took in the other god. Amused by how happy he seemed. Surely living the good life on the beach, away from the majority of the pain and suffering, the blood of Firekin wars and the destruction of prides, would leave an everlasting god like him in an everlasting happy mood. Athrun couldn't begrudge him his own realm, he was born into it for a reason just as Athrun was born into his own. Each had a reason to be born where they were, like it or not if they wanted to change it they could never succeed. It just wasn't meant to be. Change the powers and change the will.. but never the reason they were created.
It would be quite the suprise if he were to have met this other in his different life. He'd never been reborn even once, but he'd been put to sleep enough that he considered it being reborn. Athrun looked the same, looked ageless and if he DID one day die, he would grow back to the same stage, the same apperance he did now. If one were to have seen him hundreds of years before he wouldn't look as though he aged a day in all those years away from one another. He would merely look a tad more harried for his realm weighed heavily upon his heart and mind.
"To have crossed paths I would have needed to come to the ocean once before in the life I was originally living, and back then I was a far way from it." He chuckled sadly at this point, the pain of the losses weighing down on his heart once again. The blood of his mate and his cubs seemed to never wash away.
His eyes strayed down to his swirled marking that marred his once snow colored chest... blood from all those he lost. Every time he lost someone the marking got darker and larger it seemed. Seemed to seep out across his whole self until he couldn't contain the pain any longer. His body would hold it for him.
If Athrun could spare anyone that pain. If he could spare the god before him from knowing the pain of feeling his life ripped away from him then he would. That was the promise he'd made when he'd woken up with only his memories and the knowledge that it was only his fault...
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:20 pm
Curiously the gods ears flickered, maw hanging slightly ajar as he nodded his head. Ooooh- that totally bodacious whisper? Juuku knew well of what it was! It was sometimes hard for him to explain but that familiar voice always carried itself along with the roar of the surf and the crash of every wave as its waters seized the shores. It was that very voice which could cause the god himself to freeze- to listen and fall in silence as the waves would speak and offering to whomever believed in the surf would speak praise and ask for blessings. But even still he had yet to intake and understand his realm to the fullest.
Juuku chuckled softly, a loose, broad grin stretching across his maw.
"Aw, dude I tooootaly wouldn't know! Never met the dude before but maybe one day I will. Though ya think he'd be all scaley and slimey? Kinda weird but I guess anything goes, 'cha?" Again his attention seemed to become drawn, listening as the one before him had mentioned that his domain was Loneliness.
Somehow Juuku could only knit his brows slightly, his otter tail flicking behind him as he sighed.
"Bummer dude! But I'm totally sure that other people need help battlin' those surfside blues and those downtimes, 'cha? You're probably the best dude for the job though like seriously, bro, you probably know everything about what your domain asks of you. I feel like I have eternity to figure it out but I'm still tryin' to wrap it all around my noggin."
Eternity was something that had no end, so they said. And even so already Juuku had been reborned several times. The majority of the tragedy rested in his reckless and adventurous nature which had more often than not ended up in having to be reborn once again into a cub and progress into the form which he currently inhabited. Like Athrun, Juuku could never progress to a full adult as the surf couldn't handle weak bones and a slow mind. Being an adolescent let the God do whatever he pleased and cheat death every so often though often it was with a price. A broken wing, a chipped tooth, a sprained paw- you name it. The God of the Surf was a magnet for disaster yet a loyal follower in all things outside of the norm and a heavyweight sucked into all things which stirred and churned adrenaline. Old habits died hard didn't they? These were only some that Juuku himself could never shake!
A more subtle, serious expression crossed his face as the God shifted his weight upon his haunches and pursed his lips. "Ah- I gotcha dude. Though what's brought you here aside from restin' yer mind and all, dude? Bein' trailed by the blues?" Juuku arched a brow, chuckling softly. "Maybe a good 'ol surf session will tooooootally wipe that frown away! They say its the best remedy a dude or dudette can get!"
It almost seemed surreal that the god could keep such a plastered, ever present grin stretched across his maw while it seemed that he was immovable in a skewed happiness which could never bog him down. There was no time in life for sadness! Why waste the day away when you could relax and lounge around on both surf and turf? Life was worth living and like the surf it was a cycle that couldn't be distracted or diverted by anyone or anything. Even though it may seem like a silly outlook on life, Juuku had fallen head over paws for such a legacy.
A deep chuckle rose from his chest as he leveled his warm, friendly gaze with the other god. "Just gotta hang loose dude! Sooner or later it will all fall into place, 'cha?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 10:55 pm
It took a long time for Athrun to find the words to respond to the male before him. It took time and concentration to come up with a response for why he was so down, and exactly why his life would more than likely never get better.
For why it would never all 'fall into place' the way he wanted it to, the way it would have with any other lion. In the future his mate would die once more, his cubs would die again, none of them able to live half as long as he himself could. Which was for eternity, it was forever and just a day too long after that. Sometimes he wished that he could die, die and forget anything that had happened to him. Athrun wished that he could die and be reborn into a new form, a clean slate aside from his curse.
Hopefully if that ever happened he would forget everything, everything from the loss of his mate and cubs to the pain that would come one day when Azraceri passed on.
No... he would be strong enough to live with her death. She loved him and he loved her, that would be enough for his heart, to know that she died still loving him and knowing that he loved her with every ounce in his large unworthy body.
Slowly he lifted his head and looked at Juuku from behind his blackened blidnfold, the Eye of Horus flickering as it took the other in. Athrun understood where Juuku was coming from, understood that he didn't know Athrun's life. For this he nearly sighed and he smiled a weak and fatherly smile at him.
"I doubt things will straighten themselves out without a knudge or two in the correct places. After all this time my heart probably can't take the knudges until they happen by themselves. By that time it will be too late, I'll have been scarred and ruined, like before." Ath said at last, his deep voice nearly filling the entire area.
Without saying another word, he turned his eyes back out to the ocean and watched the waves crash against the shore with impassive eyes. It was as if the world was attempting to wash away all it's wrongs by crushing the sand, by crushing the earth into sand and washing it away to the bottoms of the ocean with it's incredible force.
One of these days there would be nothing remaining but water on their world. What would they do then? Adapt?
It was thoughts like this that made Athrun wish he didn't know that he was going to live forever, that made him wish that he could erase the past milleniums from his mind and never again remember them. Sometimes he wished that he could take off the collar from his neck and show the world the extent of his curse, the deep blood that welled there from the slice that ran deep underneath it, seeping blood out across his fur so that the swirled marking was always on his chest no matter how many times it was washed off.
It was endless and it spread like fire through the grasslands. Sometimes he wished that going surfing on the ocean would clear up all of his problems like it did for obviously more than him, but that was obviously never going to happen.
The ice of his heart seemed to freeze even cooler for a moment, making it seem as though his whole body could simply turn to ice and be forgotten. Nothing but a statue of never melting misery on the sand, for others to look at and take comfort that life could be worse.
A strangled laugh came from him.
"I suppose I could do with cheering myself up a tad, though with what's going on within my family at this moment it's hard to think of anything positive other than to close my eyes and wish it would all go away or that I would forget it all." Athrun chuckled a bit.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 4:11 pm
For a moment Juuku's eyes knitted slightly, head tilting at a small angle as he listened to the God speak- the words sounds much like a hard, impossible declaration of things bound and entangled within his life unwilling to change. Somehow Juuku could relate, though only to a minimal degree. There were hazy, broken memories that loomed within the confines of his mind that made him regret decisions, that rash and reckless nature which had sometimes gotten him into trouble and far from what his true intentions were though, most of all, it was the snippits of who he use to be which made him long for things to be once as they were.
Before this new-found adventure, this fun and carefree spirit, Juuku was powerful; a stern though compassionate individual whom his mate admired and seemed to look up to. His very emotions dictated the surf, as they still did, yet his overall composure was one that was wise, insightful and unafraid. Whatever fate dealt him he took it though, like most, he had encountered a rocky path along the way which had resulted in drastic changes to not only the God but to what he once knew. Friendships were strained, stretched too thin and even loved ones were lost and now- now the God was someone different only to be left with fragments of memories and, in a sense, destined to awaken once again. But would he? Would Juuku remember who he use to be or was that an aspect that was forever lost within oblivion? Perhaps he would never know or, maybe, he was never meant to know. There was little that the God could find to say, no comforting or reassuring words which he could muster to reply to Loneliness and, like him, Juuku sighed as he too settled his sea green orbs upon the waves.
Like most things, the surf was continuing a repeatative cycle; waves rolling up to the shore, beating into the sand and dragging whatever lay loose upon the surface out to the water if only to never be sen again. Objects without a foundation, without hold or purpose within the sands were to be lost forever, weren't they?
It puzzled the God somewhat as he silently furrowed his brows.
"Ya know dude," he remarked, thumping his tail upon the sands as he pursed his lips. "Sometimes ya jus' gotta find your place, your foundation and just hold onto it. Things happen an' those gnarly waves will keep poundin' on ya and the only way to fend 'em off is to just toooootally dig your claws into what you have. If you're not livin' fer somethin' then why live at all?"
Small puka shells that dotted the sands seemed to tumble as they became dragged by the current, the mess of loose sands, rocks and whatever else the surf could pilage as its water receeded back. Though the world of the mortals was certainly strange it seemed to often make a lot of sense if not in weird ways. Most of anyones problems were in the past- still haunting them within the wakes of their dreams; the ashes of such things still containing heat enough to survive and sear old wounds open once again. Things in life were meant to be kept or, at times, lost. One couldn't always dictate what was to be lost or what was required to be surrended to fate though, to think, if an individual could only throw their problems to the bottom of the ocean never to be found again then it seemed that the ocean would be cluttered with such strange objects.
In truth there was no place to discard such things but to only try to let time work to cause them to dissappate into nothingness and focus ones attention elsewhere. Granted, such a task was easier said then done but it was one of the only methods that was plausible in what lifes recipe often required.
Juuku's ears perked upwards as he grinned, stumbling up to his paws as he chuckled. "Sometimes ya jus' gotta let loose. An' ya know, sometimes we're the ones holdin' onto all of the bad juu-juu an' keep it from gettin' better, 'cha? A good session should loosen ya up! 'Sides dude," he commented, tilting his head a bit before straightening and taking a step towards the ocean. "You're too tense. You gotta follow the flow of life, 'cha?"
It seemed so simple! But perhaps such a thing truly wasn't as easy as one would think. For a moment the God pursed his lips watching out from the corner of his eye as something loomed in the background. Juuku furrowed his brows as he took a step away from the ocean and turned around.
"Dude, let me get back to you on that," he commented with a lopsided grin. "I actually need to jet."
Lumbering in the brush, the God vanished.
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