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 Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 10:03 pm
 The goddess was currently lounging on a large rock, black eyes half lidded as he stared down at the ground. The grass around her perch has darkened slightly, but she was still able to see a couple flowers several feet ahead of her. If she didn't get too close, she wouldn't make them whither. She was content to observe from afar most of the time... But at times like this, she lounged to be able to get closer. To feel the petals against her cheek, and to smell their sweet scent...
She sighed and shifted, her large wings shifting. They were extending lazily around her, the bones distorted and poking out at odd angles, as if they were broken. Luckily, she was able to fly quite well with them.
Posca glanced up from the flowers to the horizon, smiling softly as the wing blew threw her fur. At least it was a nice day... And even though she couldn't truly enjoy the wonders of nature, she was happy to have her small piece here on the tall rock.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 10:00 am
 He'd caught the scent earlier today - a choking, heavy smell that reminded him of swamps or an old kill. Intrigued, he'd followed it.
The scent of decay wasn't anything new to him; he lived with it every day, and it haunted his every move. Not that he really minded anyways - decay was, in a way, his job. Perhaps today he'd find a new play-thing, something to pass away the dull hours of the afternoon. Samedi bared yellowed fangs and laughed softly to himself. Of course, it was always more fun when there was an audience to his amusement.
Maybe there WOULD be other creatures around...
But when he spotted the dark-winged female lounging on the rocks, he'd been confused. She wasn't dead, or dying of some horrible disease (as far as he could tell), but the land around her was dull and blackened. Samedi shifted his torn wings, wondering if he should turn back (after all, it COULD be disease, and he really didn't feel like talking to her today...) but in the end, curiosity drove him forward. The closer he got, the more sure he became - this wasn't any goddess he'd seen before.
"Dead grass, darkened earth, and a smell that would drive off the devil." Samedi grinned, paws crunching dried blades of grass beneath them. Funny, the closer he got, the more his old wounds itched and burned... "Let me guess; you must be --"
A piece of his cheek fell off.
Samedi grimaced. "Death? Rot?... or Decay?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 10:59 am
She hadn't noticed him coming towards her until the wind shifted. A wave of nausea hit her like a ton of bricks. It caused her dark eyes to snap open wide, and her head snapped towards him like a whip. That smell was familiar to her. The sickly sweet smell of rot that she too had to live with every day... She noticed the smell first, and then his green decaying flesh with gaping wounds.
"N-no... no... I'm sorry... I..." She had pushed herself to feet and backed away, ears pressed against her head sadly. Horrified, she had assumed that perhaps her powers had gotten away from her, some poor male had walked up on her and she had... She had killed someone. Again...
But wait...
It was while she was staring at him, mouth agape that she noticed his wings. Her head tilted to the side in a rather dumb way, then slowly inclined to her normal height. He was a god. She knew that her powers could never be as affective on gods, so even if she had wanted to do this to him... She couldn't have.
Posca sat and stared at him with a slight frown. She didn't look afraid of him now. Curious, intrigued, but still a bit cautious. Her wings fluttered then folded to her sides.
"I am Decay... And you are...? I am sorry for being so startled. I had thought..." Her voice trailed off and she glanced away. Not that he would have been able to tell, since her eyes were pure black. The goddess' voice was serene and soft, motherly in a way, and only slight distorted by the foul smelling oil that bubbled endlessly from her throat.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 10:56 am
"Undead."
... her dark eyes made her rather hard to read, but in this instance her tone was easy enough to decifer. Samedi wouldn't ever claim to be the sharpest thorn on the rose, but he wasn't exactly dull either - and he could tell that this goddess was upset.
No, not just upset. Afraid.
... of her powers? Of him? He wasn't sure. He ruffled his wings and rocked back on his haunches, both his milky-blue eye and red eye fixed intently on the goddess in front of him. Decay was probably a bad domain for him to hang around with... but honestly, he didn't care. He was beyond "healing" anyways!
"To clarify," he drawled, one paw raised above a tiny, withered flower. "I can bring the dead back to life."
As he spoke, the flower's stem stiffened and grew green, it's pink petals spreading towards the sun once more.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 2:41 pm
Posca was slowly starting to calm. She was still a bit unnerved by his appearance, but only slightly. It wasn't that she thought he was disgusting looking or fearsome- well, he was, but she was used to dead things after all. It was just that he reminded her so much of him... In the last moments of his life.
She snapped out of her thoughts when he spoke again, her pointed ears fanning forward. Then her brow knitted together, dark eyes looking a bit skeptical. Surely such a power was impossi....
Her thoughts ended abruptly when he proved to her that he really could bring things back to life. Her jaw slacked open, oil pooling into the bottom of her mouth before dripping down her chin. He had reversed her powers... Could it really be real? It must be an illusion...
The goddess moved closer slowly, almost as if she was afraid of the flower now. Her paw slowly reached out to caress the petals gently, as if it would fall apart at her touch. Which it should have done. But it didn't...
"It's real..." She muttered softly, her voice a whisper. She was in awe. "I... I've never been able to be this close to a flower before...." If lions could cry, she'd probably be sobbing from happiness.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 8:19 pm
For some reason, lying to a god was both extremely entertaining and somehow... shameful.
Though he supposed he wasn't exactly lying when he said he could bring things back to life. He COULD return life to a dead body... in the sense that motion and bloodflow, color and strength, was life. The soul, however, was gone - much to his chagrin. He'd tried, of course, to lure it back, but it seemed that death was a one-way trap...
His attention returned to the flower at his feet, which looked as alive as it ever had before. The effect would only last a few hours, and then it would be the same decayed, rotting, withered flower it had been previously.
If only he could find a way to make his powers last...
"Of course it's real." He assured her with a crooked grin. "Why wouldn't it be?"
... it was too bad he couldn't make HIMSELF look as good as this flower did, if only for a few hours. It was hard enough just to keep his body from falling apart!
"But it would appear that with you around, my powers don't last nearly as long as they usually do..." Even as he spoke, the flower grew darker, dryer, and it required more of his attention that it SHOULD have to restore it to unlife.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 1:33 pm
Posca's paw continued to stroke and carress the petals gently... She seemed entranced by it, and was barely even paying attention to the rotting god beside her. When it started to wilt she withdrew her hand quickly, her ears tilting back.
"I... I'm sorry... I did not mean to influence you so..." Her black, empty eyes shifted down, though it was hard to tell where exactly she was looking. "It is my curse, I'm afraid..." Her head tilted more away, looking a little ashamed and embarassed. "I do not mean to burden you, so I will take my leave."
Her gaze tilted back towards the decaying flower for a moment, her lips curled further down. It had been wonderful, while it lasted... But it wouldn't last. It could never last, not around her. She stood, her wings shifting a little.
"Thank you for the gift. You have no idea how it pleased me..." And with that, she turned a little as if to leave, her head bent down.
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