[PRP] Brave Souls

[Tisiphone]

He'd been foolish, he'd been down right dumb, and now he was regretting every minute of it. The voices in his head were telling him constantly that there was a threat in the future, something that he was meant to deal with and he was was well on his way to do so. But, not at the risk of his mate and what he was thinking was the life of one of his children. Gebali'moyo had been having miserable dreams about losing someone related to him, someone he had a special bond with and he thought for sure it was one of his children.

He walked through the rogue lands, feet feeling utterly foreign pressing into hard earth and sand as opposed to the soft mud of his home lands. He scammed the savanna anxiously, hoping for more direction than just go out into the rogue lands, take a look around.

The father was running no minimal sleep mixed with a dash of crazy as he searched.

 

[Tisiphone]

Gebali'moyo was about to turn in another direction, when the form of a light colored lioness-- no lioness wasn't exactly the right term to use, she was a Goddess. Gebali'moyo had met two gods in his life, one was his mother that he only had vague memories of, and the other was the goddess of the swamps. He harbored a lot of ill will toward the goddess of minerals. His love for Mama was the one thing that kept his faith in the gods. T

"Hello there," he called his voice wavering uneasily, she did not seem to be a threat, and he was counting on the thought that if she was going to be one he wouldn't be able to stop her anyway.

He took steps towards her and bowed as much as a lion could.  

[Tisiphone]

Gebali was looking at her just as curiously as she was looking at him, she seemed young although he knew that could be wrong. She gave him the impression one of his girls might.

"M-my wings?Thank you." he laughed a grin spreading across his face, "They've nothing on your wings, they're absolutely lovely." He blushed suddenly thinking that he may have said something inappropriate.

"My name is Gebali'moyo," he introduced himself awkwardly, "You haven't seen any young mortals around here have you? Two girls, they sort of look like me, but not really." he was trying to think how to explain his daughters.  

[Tisiphone]

There was a time in his life he wished he was a god like his birth mother, that the wings on his back could pull him into the sky and she would be there for him, accepting her son as an immortal. Now, he had his family, his life and he understood to some extent why his mother did not want to see her son age and to die.

"I have two daughters that are out and about, they both have wings like me," he added thinking of them. "I don't see where we've ever met, maybe I remind you of someone."

"My mother was a goddess," he blurted out, it wasn't relevant or needed for their conversation, but it was something he rarely told another soul, "She was the goddess of minerals, but I'm pretty sure she's died."  

[Tisiphone]

Just saw her? Gebali'moyo hadn't seen his mother since the moment she abandoned him in the swamps, he wasn't bitter about the ordeal, he loved Asali as his mother and at the word of her death he was more crushed and angered then at the visions of Boma's. It was odd though to run into someone who knew her.

"Being the son of a god, I get visions. I see," it was easier saying see than I hear voices, "the past, future, sometimes the present. I think she died because of that, the visions are not always one hundred prevent of the entire scene, but I saw enough to know that she's moved on."

He did not know much about god rebirth, nothing at all really, just that the gods power never disappears..but sometimes a god can spare her life for a mortal. He was almost positive Boma would never do something so selfless.

"Were you friends?"  

[Tisiphone]

"We weren't close," he murmured, "I'm sorry if you were. I didn't mean to just babble about it so casually." He felt bad, this was someone who knew his mother and he had spoke about her death in passing as if he was explaining that the sun was setting, or the weather was horrible.

"It wasn't too long ago that she passed," he added, looking at her, his eyes filled with sincerity. He wouldn't want to learn of a friend's death in a passing conversation. Oh what in the world was he doing mentioning something so casually. for Mtima's searching for a good example of a mortal he was sure an odd find for her.

"I should be going," he murmured, "I really need to find them. I'm sorry for my horrible manners."  

[Tisiphone]

Gebali's children were not exactly lost, and he'd been following a ridiculous hunch or auditory vision of sorts that anything was really wrong in the first place. But it didn't matter he was completely compelled to find them, or to fix what ever was completely wrong.

"Thank you, I hope they're alright." He gave her a very formal sort of bow and started walking in another direction. What ever it was exactly he was searching for, it was close, it was hear and the voices were telling him so.