[PRP] The Silent Treatment (Khul/Itikio)

[MoonKitsune]

The good thing about godhood was the lack of essential needs. He needed no water. He needed no food. He needed no warmth.

But he could still feel thirst, emptiness, and the cold within it.

He did not seek these pleasures out. Not since the day he escaped the pride and traveled as far as he could and crawled into the dark caverns of the rougue lands. And heb sayed there for years and only till his wings managed lift did he rise high still from the reach of mortals into the same caves and laid himself in the dark to rest.

And he did nothing but lay and dream and hope to blot out the dark stains on his mind. Without talking he became weaker until it was hard just to move from one cavern to the next. So he hummed. Softly. To himself.

 

[Lithiasaur]

MoonKitsune

Itikio was not too worried about not being able to return to the god haven at the moment, as she spent most of her time down in the mortal realm, anyway. They were more interesting, generally, but they were also much more fun to watch and listen to. Quieter, in most cases.

She was very easy to overstimulate, as far as her senses went. Her eyes were not great, and sensitive to light or bright colors. They were also not super great in the dark. Her ears were very, very sharp, and could hear things most failed to notice. Her domain, of course, also gave her a different kind of sight, that helped her to locate things where her eyes failed. She preferred quiet areas, so caves were naturally appealing to her. Plus, she loved the way she could feel her way around in the darkness and it did not feel like a massive, empty place. Her echolocation was always bouncing off something, rocks or walls, and made her feel more secure in her footing.

This time, though, she felt something bouncing back to her that was not made of stone. In fact, it fact, she could feel a familiar pull toward it, walking into the cave carefully and letting her ears and echolocation guide her. She was able to see the form of a lion, the source of the soft humming she was following with keen interest. It sounded so sad and troubled, she just couldn't stay away.

"Are you okay...?" she asked, her own voice very soft and difficult to hear in louder situations. Here, in the silence of the cave, there was no reason for her to raise her tone. She was not much for speaking, so her words were few and far between. This seemed like a very important question to ask, though, so she gave it her best.