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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 10:52 am
It was dead, or so the vultures that surrounded the dillapidated carcass said. The creature that lay upon the ground was nothing but bone and skin, skin drawn so tight against ribs that each bone was clearly visable beneath the thin sickly coloured fur.
Of course, the vultures were in for a surprise as the creature rose from it's death like stance and touched one of them. The starved lion smirked causing the knots that bound his mouth shut to bleed gently. Jaddis, he was the god of starvation, of famine and he watched as this bird suffered the ill effects of his powers. It grew thin and weak, ravenous and bloated, it's feathers fell to the ground even but it did not die. He had no power over the world of death, he could only push beasts to their edge if they were weak enough already.
His bones creaked as he stood, not from age, though he was of a timeless nature, the god of famine suffered the ill effects of his own powers. He could not eat, he could only starve, his belly lapped at his spine, his head and the mane that adorned it was long dillapidated, thin, even his ears were ragged where the occassional vulture had taken a chunk from him when he hadn't quite woken in time to give the flying rats their cummuppence for scratching at him.
He felt nothing though his body looked like it suffered tremendously, he was upon this plane to do one job, to bring about famine upon the lands that needed to be tested and so he walked this path alone, bringing the long told justice to those that needed to be shown the ways, the trials and tribulations of the world.
His paws took him towards a great tide of water this day, the sun baking the dusty skin, his spine moving with each step he took, his ribs heaving when he drew a breath, when occassionally he remembered to do such mortal things. The sand touched his paws as he headed for the waters edge, his dull, dark grey eyes filled with nout, not even the reflection of the sea. He was here to do a job. He just had to find it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 11:18 am
Lewatle rested among the coral. The legs along her back moved and fought against the current in a spider like way, pulling her fur with them. She chuckled and curled around until her muzle pressed against them gently. Bubbles rose around her. Dusty blue fur swirled with the rough current as well as her paws stroked the pink coral. Her shells clicking against eachother and closing as if they truely thrived in the water. Of course nothing on her would actually die if they didn't recieve water, only she would.
The Goddess of the drowned stretched under the shining water. Those black depths hid her and her home completely from prying eyes whether they were humans trying to steal her treasures or lions who came too close to her secrets. There was no warmth in the blackness. Nothing to change or alter the temperature. Even that pesky sun couldn't reach her lair.
She purred bubble as she swam back to her sunken ship. It was long broken by her powers and so wonderfully perched where it could not fall. The men inside had all fallen prey to her calls. Her songs drove them closer until the sea could take them before they met their siren. The beautiful Goddess lured them as close as possible to her lair before the water got tighter around then, trapping them in their fate. She could do no more but watch and even that was wonderful. She chuckled softly and she rounded the corner into the captains quarters. The large bed, stained from the sea, wasn't the most magnificent thing. Gold and jewels were strewn about the room giving it and eerie glow.
With a last look at her treasures, Lew swam as graceful as ever to the surface, breaking the water with hardly a splash. As her lungs tried to accomodate the air she coughed, black water dripping down her chin. Lew had no idea that these days were coming so fast. She had no idea how many of her kind she would actually meeet.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 11:49 am
Cold grey orbs watched the water as it lapped at his forepaws. He contemplated if he could acctually feel the waves or if he only imagined he could feel the cool salty waters upon his worn claws. He shrugged his shoulders a touch, trivuial things, what was he here for? The prominant head lifted as a splash caught those ears and his gaze fled to what he assumed would be a large fish, a whale perhaps, those sunken eyes instead though landed upon the deep blue figure of a lioness. Perhaps this was what he was here for? Did lions live upon the shores these days? Did a pride reside here that he must bring the trials to it's door. Did the fish of these waters, no doubt a staple diet, need him to bring forth a starvation upon them to start the gauntlett of starvation upon this pride?
His ragged wings flared out above and behind him as he contemplated the fate of the creatures here, his paws took him where his deeds were needed. However after a moment of watching the lioness it struck him that this was no mortal being.
A laugh rattled his frame then, his bones seemingly clanking together as he let a hearty chortle shiver through his frame. It was a strange sound,a sound he clearly made as if by mortal means, a sound which escaped through those closed off lips, that mouth that he could not open because of the strings that bound them shut.
"Goddess?" Then there was the sound. The laughter stopped and the vacant eyed god stared out towards the deeper waves. His lips did not move, clearly he could speak, though his voice was something that could be heard when he wished it to be. It was not truely spoken. "Do you know goddess, why my paws have led me here?" the voice again, low, eerie almost, tingling the ears. His mouth never moved, the ties that bound his lips clearly in tact despite the words that had been uttered.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 11:07 am
Steel blue fur dried almost instantly as she rose from the water. Natural oils coated her fur. making it soft and dry to the touch even if she had just risen from the depths of the ocean. The waves lapped against her paws as she shook the drying sand from her body. Her form shifted lightly as she walked, yellow eyes scanning the seas for signs of any other higher life like hers but to no avail. Black shells snapped together as she stretched her body out. It was always an event for her to come to shore since she was built and evolved to be under water forever. Her paws dug into the sand as she starred at the shallow waves. A sigh escaped her maw as she flopped down on the sand, head on her paws.
The sharks once agains began to fight over posession of her braid. She wanted to rip them off and be free from their constant bickering but they were a part of her no matter how much she hated them. A rough bite on her ear was unusual. The Goddess snorted and rubbed them against the sand but to no avail. Her mind raced with her senses.
Another God...
She knew by that frequency that another God was near her. Instantly, her bows stopped their inner quarrel and remained that way. She lifted herself and turned to be presented with starvation. His form alone was enough to frighten her. She could see nearly every bone that this poor creature had but there was something about him. Something that brought a deep feeling in her heart.
"You were brought here because you are like me. So close to death but we cannot die. We are the same." It was the first time she'd ever spoken openly but she under stood this existence more than most. "Who are you?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 1:26 pm
The bag of bones of a god watched her silently, he admired her form in a way that a god could look upon another, his eyes though remained cold, hard, still, silent, no emotion fluttered through those stoney grey orbs. He took a breath, he occassioanlly did this as if to confirm that he was indeed still alive though the strangled raspy sound of his breathing made his form shake, the sound echoeing through that cavernous chest as if it would shake his dillapidated form apart , rip away the skellinton beneath and shed the fur, that ragged fur that held his form together.
The breath out was just as agonising as his breath in though his body seemed pained nothing moved in those almost placid eyes. "Yes, death should have claimed us both long ago goddess but we have a job to do in these lands." That voice agai, it clearly did not come from the mouth of the beast before her, his mouth remained closed though the blood from his fun with the vulture earlier that day had marred the fur around his lips turning it that brown, crimson colour of dried blood.
"Who is the question." he laughed quietly, this laugh once again a part of that eerie voice which simply kissed the air and her ears without him using the body he held together, somehow. "Can you not tell to look at me goddess? They whisper of starvation upon the lands, of famine, the greed of the creatures there in plummeting their meagre food supplies to nothing. I am what you see goddess, but if it is a name you seek, they call me Jaddis." his name meant exactly what he was, he was famine, he was starvation, there was nothing else of his being but that. he took a stranngled breath his body heaving with the effort. He should have been dead long ago if he were mortal. She knew that, he could see the look of death in her eyes too. "And you goddess? what has the world dubbed you?" those lips, they never moved, they had no need to, she could hear his voice, he knew that, the silence of death creapt in his words, threatened those words, but never came to them. he was famine, there was nothing more for him than that.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 1:49 pm
The quite plump lioness looked down at the crab shell covering her leg. It was heavier than she remembered as she tried not to look at the other but she was odly drawn to him. The gurgle that accompanied her inhale was louder than ever. She was glad to be herself with someone so similar. Her tail curled against her flank as she took another step loser to starvation. Yellow orbs starred at his form in horror and awe. It was obvious that they both should have been taken by death but neither would be so lucky.
"Yes. I guess we both have the most important of jobs..." His voice was so mysterioius. She heard him so clearly and yet his mouth was tappered shut. How could he be talking? She moved ever closer to the other, nearly immune to his influence. His bloodied, tied mouth was testament to that. The shells creaked as they spread along her shoulder.
Lew admired his wisdom. That frayed, desolate body actually held a brilliant mind. Her thoughts raced again as her bows fought over her braid once more. It had been quite sometime since she had embraced her er realm. "Lewatlê kgangwa. As my name says, mi drowned in the tide and became what stands before you." She held out a paw in greeting. "That is my way of the world and my never ending task, to make sure any who enter the water meet their rightful fate." She smiled lightly. "Speaking of faith, I wonder what truely brought you here Jaddis."
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 2:16 pm
He did not flinch as he watched her approach, his ice cold gaze simply stareing as if those eyes could not see what he was looking at. The goddess before himw as well fed, though she smelt of the sea and the deaths of the waves. Yes, she was very like him, she was a creature of death, pushing those mortals to the brink where the dark servant could reap their souls to the world beyond.
He laughed as she spoke of their jobs, his mouth opened just a touch as she said it and his true voice rattled his frame, the ties that bound his mouth pulled at the skin and slowly blood seeped from those wounds on to his lips and chin. He didn't seem to notice though the laugh was a strange dry sort of cough really, it shook the frame which stood before her the bones which held the beast up seemingly rattling before he took one of those starving breaths once again and spoke with that strange no wheer voice. "I do what I do goddess, it is my life, or what ever you would call this exsitance."
The god of starvation looked at her for a long silent moment as he lifted a paw to touch hers though it seemed by lifting that foot from the ground that the other three may collapse beneath that destroyed frame, it did not, he stood firm, his toes sank in to the sand a little though. "Lewatle" He repeated the name, her name allowing it to roll on the breeze an echo almost forming as he said it. "The fates guide my paws where ever they wish lady, you must know that, you must see the lake, the pool, the river, the watering hole, there are waters every where, your paws must take you to them." He paused once again, the eerie silence that followed that ghostly voice eminating for a long moment until he decided it was about time to take a breath and continue. "The fates are strange, there is no trial upon this land" the breath outwards shook his frame once again and that voice echoed onwards "The fates are strange, though I would prefare not to argue with them." that voice, that voice laughed then, his body did not, the frame stood stock still, dead seemingly, not a breath being drawn, the breeze from the sea seemingly did not touch the figure as that hollow echo laughed. He had broken mortals before with that laugh, so quiet, yet filled with sounds, the dying beasts of starvation, they eminated in that laughter. At last the sound stopped and his figure moved again breaking the silence that engolfed his body, moving the figure once again as if it were reanimated. "Very strange"
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 2:34 pm
Lewatle met mhis gaze for a brief moment. So void of emotion, his eyes. Her bows continued to fight, dragging her braid along her back and shoulders. A soft chuckle left her as she pulled the golden cuff from it's place. Her tangled braid quickly untangled and hair spilled over the entirety of her back. "They bicker more than night and day for control of my hair. It's fun to torment them when all they find are loose strands." It was mus like her own job, playing with mortals until she seduced them to what they thought was a reward to only be tricked. The Goddess hissed at another n** to her ear.
"Atleast you don't have living, breathing sharks perched forever on your head." When their paws met, a subtle dizziness over came her. His powers would never truely penetrate her but it was quite a jolt just the same. She wanted to laugh but could only give a chuckle at the sight of his maw. The blood that seeped from those wounds pained her. What an existance, to be cursed with a bound mouth but it was his realm. It didn't seem to bother him at all. A smile curled her maw and she gave and soft, gentle brush to his shoulder, careful not to knock over such a seemingly fragile God. The feeling had vanished from her. They were both death. They were one in the same as with their powers.
"Then they led you here just to meet me. Just to show me your existance." The silence in the air frightened her and made her shells tremble. "Everything these days is strange..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 3:00 pm
His lips curled slightly as she touched him, he knew what she thought that he would whither away with a breath of the wind, it made him laugh inwardly rather than whispering out another of those strange eerie sounds. His nose met her shoulder and he pushed slightly. His body looked like this for a reason, he was his domain, he was starvation but his body was neither weak nor helpless. He chose to continue upon his path rather than give up this exsistance.
The god of famine moved slowly purposefully stretching out the bone and membrane structures that perched behind his shoulder blades. These perhaps once upon a time had been wings, black and brown like those of a bats though now they were nothing but stems with little shreds of membrane between them, holding together some semblance of a wing.
His lips curled further perhaps even in a smile though it never touched those cold, frozen stone like eyes, his lips bled once again and he took a step his ruined wings spreading to touch the goddesses cheek. "The fates have never led me to the sea" that voice once again, breezy dry, coming as if from no where a dissembodied sound as one with the air around them. "Perhaps." That voice sounded almost destracted then, a voice that didn't seem to come from any where, could it even be destracted? The body shifted once again to face the sea blue femme deathly cold eyes meeting golden. "We will see, the fates make us do strange things." the ragged creature rolled it's shoulders then, the bones becoming more prominant as he did so, the skin stretching and distorting as he moved the thin skin to perhaps stretch the membranes which held him together. For a moment it seemed the skin must rip and reveal the sharp shoulder blades beneath but he released the stretching mucles and slowly lay on the sand.
Lieing down he looked even more like a carcass, a creature whom had been long gnawed by the scavangers of the land, yet the occasional gasping breath revealed that infact this beast was in some sort of state of living. "It has been some time since I have greeted another god. The roads are long and my presence isn't welcome" his boney head lifted, the eye sokets prominant, his cheek bones almost pericing the thin fur. Perhaps this was some sort of invitation to the goddess. The lord of famine had spent a very long time without a word to any beast. He found it unusual that he was welcome upon this beach, by this sea, by a beast so like himself, yet so unlike himself. He was perhaps even pleased by her presence. Noone welcomed a famine. Usually.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 3:22 pm
Lewatle backed slowly away. Her tufted tail sweeping the ground with steady swings. His sunken fiure intrigued her so. His realm wasn't just famine. He was famine. Jaddis seemed so fragile, so weak and yet he was strong enough to push against her shoulder. While she was plump and well fed on whatever she could catch, he could catch nothing...at all.
Those ruins of what had been wings wouldn't have scarred them so much if she couldn't see their former luster. The structure and texture of the few shreads were so magnificent in themselves. They must have been magnificent wings at one point before his decent or had he always been like that? Lew didn't get to think about them as a stretch of wing brushed her cheek. The Goddess blushed lightly, showing purple under her blue fur. "They should lead you here more often Jaddis." Her smile widened as she nipped at the ruined wing, astonished to find that it was much more sturdy that she had anticipated. Black talons shifted the sand under them as she chuckled. Lew settled quickly beside him, nudging the base of his wing lightly.
"The sea had not been kind to us. I haven't seen a God around in quite some time. It is a pleasure to have you here starvation..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 3:45 pm
The boney beast shifted upon the sands slightly making deep rivuulets in the shining white sands. He moved that sikened figure to lean in to the goddess slightly, he wanted her to feel what he was. His skin cold, though not clammy as with a watery death, it held some sort of dry sikly warmth that was often linked with the last breath before death finally laid the coins upon the starved creatures eyes.
He allowed that tatterd wing to settle over her shoulders as she lay beside him. She seemed to like his wings? He was bemused, to say the least by her welcome. Overwhealmed even? Jaddis had lived for a long time i the state he was in, many feared him, many despised him, many longed to escape his desolate figure, but she seemed to be actually enjoying his company? He laughed his true laugh, that deep gasping sound which tore at his lips and ripped at the beddraggled figure.
He was silent for a long time then, simply watching the world as the sun kissed the sea turning the waves to bubbling golden sprites. "Perhaps I will stay for a spell" it was a request maybe, and although those lips never moved the eerie voice seemed almost whispered. It was a strange sensation this feeling of welcome and the blush which had momentarily brushed the drowned godesses cheeks hadn't escaped his notice, he had long forgotten any feelings he may have had, he had forced himself to forget pain and other such trivial matters. He had a job to do and he must follow through with it, his heart could not get involved in such things. Still, his paws need not wander away for a few days at least, if the goddess welcomed him here in these lands of sunkissed sands and golden ocean, "Perhaps I will stay a while" that dissembodied voice, those cold dead eyes speaking of nothing but what lay before him, what stood in his path for him to pass before his job was completed at least until the next trial was upon him and he must once again tread the lands until he found that place where he must cast his curse and bring about the lands trials.
He took one of those long drawn breaths and looked at the goddess grey orbs forever clouded over, forever hiding anything that may lay behind them in that active age old mind. "Perhaps."
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 4:07 pm
She smiled at his cold skin. She didn't enjoy feeling warmth against her unless it was directly from the sun. Blue paws rested against the sand. He felt so sick, so malnourished but this was how Jaddis was apparently and that' how he would stay. Despite all that...he was an excellent pillow.
The sudden, if broken, shade from his wing made her happy as she yawned. the Goddess wasn't really tired. She yawned a lot when on land. She truely enjoyed the God's company, having been alone for so long. Her tail thumped aagainst the sand as she placed her head on his paws. He had a wonderful aire around him even if it was intertwined with death. "It would be nice if you stayed." The golden bubbles lifted slowly from the water, dripping for a moment before swirling slowly around them. Lew nipped at the a small trail of them that circled her muzzle.
Her body quivered as she felt a twinge in her body. It was hot and twisted deep within her makinh her feel warmer than she actually did. A soft gurgly purr came from deep in her chest as she nuzzled gently into his sunken neck. Her job could wait or a few moments or days, or even hours. "It would be wonderful if you stayed."
The smile softened as he watched her, gold eyes brightening. The purr grew louder as she smiled to him again. "Our realms can wait..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 4:38 pm
A long slow out breath made his frame shiver as she layed her head accross those meatless forelegs. His bones moaned as he lowered his head stretching that thin sunken neck over her shoulders as he listed to her purr. It was strange, he had never heard any creature happy to see him, pleased to be in his company.
His heart beat. He couldn't honestly remember the last time it had done that, usually he forced his body to do mortal things, to breath, to laugh, even to move with out appearing to be of supernatural essence, but his heart beat. Things were certainly strange this day. He lifted his head slightly to watch the golden bubbles swirl about them, his claws seeping from their sheathes as he stretched out to press his toes against them. The famine god was never sure if he could feel any more, he hadn't hurt for a long time, infact he couldn't remember if he had ever hurt. Time had taken away the necessities of these things.
He took a swift intake of breath as she nuzzled his throat and those stone dead eyes fixed upon her his dark nose lowering to press against her cheek and her ears, to breath in the salty scent of her thick mane of hair. A rumbling cascaded through that exceptionally slender frame a low, pleased sound? He was unsure himself, he had never made it before. Or he couldn't remember making it?
At last he took in another breath and nudged gently at her ears, or as gently as a muzzle that was more bone than meat could, his boney spine shivered and he gave a slow nod in to her hair. "I will stay" The voice again, the voice seemingly of the wind whispered quietly, for that breifest of moments his voice didn't sound like death, it didn't speak of the atrocities he had seen in life, it didn't even sound too dissembodied, it simply, was, a voice reserved for her. "My mission takes me every where Lewatle, but I will return if I must go" It was strange, he barely knew this lioness yet he had found a strange bond, a bond they could share because of who they were, because of what they were, because they belonged to a select few whom were disliked because they had to do what they did.
"I will stay" he draped his chin over her shoulders and for the breifest of moments the famine gods eyes shut, it was strange this feeling of wont, this feeling of owning, of having, of belonging to someone, something. For the first time, his paws wern't pulling him towards his next mission, they were still, restful, at peace here on the white sands with the cool blue goddess at his side. The fates must truely have led him to these sands.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 9:40 pm
Lew nuzzled into the bones of his forelegs. The thin mane tickled her cheek as she continued to purr. The gentle weight of his head between her head was comforting and she moaned lightly in herthroat. Yellow eyes closed as she stretched against him, drawing her body longer across the sand. Her maw parted in another yawn and she leaned against his bony chest. The feeling of his heart was new.
The Goddess drew back from him as her ears picked up the soft thumps. She chuckled and nipped at a particularly large bubble by her maw. She wouldn't be caught in the presence on a God with a heart beat. Not that she actually had a heart within her that could actually pump but she supposed it was just principle. Famine was such an interesting character. Underneath that tired, disgraced and forgotten exterior was nothing but loneliness and a scense of duty. There was a certain suffering in starvation than in any other kind of demise. To wither away for weeks before finally falling prey to that desperate hunger. Something that she would never understand besides the desperation and fright. Every death was met with those or at least their brand.
A rumble against her and the gentle nudging at her ears made her purr grow and intensify. The feeling of his bony maw on her mess of tangled hair brought the odd feeling back to her. She felt hot, like she couldn't breath. The gentleness in his voice coaxed her eyes open once again and she starred up at his emotionless coal eyes. His voice. Her voice or rather his voice for her. Their realms had brought them together and this bond couldn't be broken. "I will be here Jaddis whenever you seek me. Just give me a few hours with you before you continue on your way." There was a obvious plead in her voice as she lifted her head, nuzzling behind his ear.
"Yes. Stay..." She blushed deeply as she brushed her head under his chin. "The fates were wise to bring you to me."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 2:15 am
That worn and seemingly tired body, a body that would have been dead if he were truely mortal. That body felt stranger than it had ever felt, the cool skin prickled, the fur along his spine raising and making those boney lumps which peered out so clearly underneath his sickly coloured skin even more prominant.
He forced a long breath outwards, his body tenced as he did so, that cold, stangnant breath pouring down her spine. He didn't truely need to breath, they were things he did because he could make his form do them. It amused him no end to watch mortals as they listened to his seemingly fragile frame struggle with those long rattling, body tearing breaths. He wanted her to feel what he was though and her body stretching along his only made him shift that broken form to press against her cool water coloured fur. He took a breath inwards allowing his body to rattle against hers, he could feel her strange warmth, he found it unusual to say the least that she wished him to stay. She knew he could not but he wasn't going any where for now at least.
Strangely as he draped his throat over her shoulders to push against her neck, his own neck snaking around hers, his stitched lips with their cracked bloody surfaces nuzzling deep in to that icey cold fur, he didn't want to go.
"The world takes me where it needs me Lewatle, my goddess" In that fleeting moment of their meeting she had become his goddess, the god of famine worshipped noone, he was a creature of fear, of death, of starvation, he could not worship anything but his own domain, still, he could worship this goddess in a way she would understand. "I will stay until the fates tell me I must go" that whisper again, his voice reserved for this goddess whom lay so close to his dillapidated form. "I will stay for you" his stringy wings folded a little then curling around her spine as he nosed her shoulders, her cheeks, her ears, he did not fail to notice her soft blush, he tasted the warmth on his lips as his bone dry nose breathed in the scent of this goddess beside him. "You will wait for me." A request again? A question? An order even? The words were there but their meaning or even their wont uncertain.
"I will stay for you."
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