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 Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 11:12 am
The adolescent goddess sighed heavily as she walked, her two toned metallic wings pressed tightly around her body. It had been almost a week since she gave birth, the uncomfortable feeling in her abdomen had gone away, but a part of her still felt close to the mortal children that had grown within her. Her breasts hung low with milk and that too would go away within the next few weeks, without a child to nurse the milk would stop flowing.
She was on her way, where? To Athrun that is where. She had met two Gods in this world with mortal spawn, Mtima and Athrun, and she was not going to speak with the large yellow goddess for sometime, so the next best solution was to find a god that she knew and that could possibly comfort her. She did not need a mortal, and in fact was more on the verge of hunting and killing a few of them. She had run out on a fight with a leopard and if the choice arises and she saw the foul thing again she would attack.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 11:28 am
He never flew any where, and the world of gods did not phase him, the god of famine wandered the world dealing with his job as he knew he should. His ragged, long, slender body moved like a skelinton covered in skin, the bones of his frame seeming like every step must peirce his fur and reveal the bones beneath. Stone like eyes watcehd the world without wonder or facination, without hatred, greed or passion, they simply, watched.
Wings like those of a bats stretched and moved as he walked, the membranes within the stems long since turned to ashes only strands of skin hanging from the bone like structures now. With a slow step the beastdrew in a long, heavy breath, the breath rattling the whole skinny frame, that breath the sound of a slow, dying breath, the rattle of a creature about to keel over. But he did not, instead, he continued to walk, that deep, rasping breath he had draw n inwards not coming back out again.
His name was Jaddis, and he went where his foot paws drew him, even if thatw as in tot he path of another immortal.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 11:37 am
Boma'burudi's two toned eyes widden as she caught the sight of a ghastly form, the thin and almost frail looking immortal. The fear that perhaps he had been attacked grew in her and she rushed the few feet before her to stand before him, trying to stop him in his tracks.
"Are you alright..wuh-wuh-what has happened to you?" her eyes flashed over hims form inspecting for any signs of an attack or assault of any kind, "How can I help you." her voice was a usual gravelly soft melodic tone but now high pitched and screeching in her fear for the being standing before her. Her heart pattered in her chest quickly and she allowed her wings, at times having a mind of their own, to stretch and close back tightly around her body, the metallic clang of them echoing like the sound of sword fights.
All concern for herself was gone, all concern for her son who she hoped was in the hands of a care taker and not starving in the Pride Lands vanished as she watched Jaddis.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 11:50 am
That breath finally escaped his lungs, the air squeeling between his fastened lips, his body looking like it would fall over with such a heavy gasp outwards. Then the voice came. "Nothing, has happened" The voice did not come from the body before her, it instead cried upon the wind, falling upon her ears, a mixture of voices all of them dissembodied. The head took a long time to lift and look at Boma, those stone gargoyle eyes looking through, rather than at her. His tattered, eaten ears moved slowly to take in the sound of her wings but any other action was drawn to a stand still as she blocked his path. Jaddis was far from as weak as the female clearly thought he was. The body she saw was what he was.
"I need no help, little goddess." the voice again drifting upon the air, screaching and calling in her ears, never did the body, the creature before her react to the words that were spoken,t he lips did not move, the stitches which tightly bound his mouth holding fast to the dillapidated maw.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 11:57 am
Before the young goddess could again ask for her an answer the wind rustled and spoke, shrinking away from the god inwardly and fear ebbed into her mind, she was composed on the outside and showed no reaction to the eerie shreiking wind.
"Then this is your true from?" she looked at his mouth, the stitches and the blank eyes above them..he couldn't eat..that is why? Indignantly she huffed being called little goddess, she was quite large for her size, being the goddess of the underworld. She had three moods that interchanged, a maiden, a mother, and a croon form. The croon came out in anger, the mother in concern, and the maiden with innocence. He was going to get the full motherly treatment if he did not start to answer questions with more elaboration soon.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 12:18 pm
The body shook then with a laughter which rattled the frame, a stress to the deathly slender body, his ribs rattling togetehr almost as the body did the only thing it could do with that mouth tightly bound shut. His lips still opened a slit, pulling at those dark stitches and slowly making his lips bleed, that laugh a ghstly hollow echo carrying with it nothing but pain.
"Yes goddess, what you see before you is what I am." That voice again, carried upon a breeze which rustled the fur. The ghastly, deathly rattle that was his laughter stopped abruplty, and he took another of those long, gasping breaths of air, filling any lungs he may have beneath that tattered frame. "And you little goddess? what are you that you show such concern for a body that you do not know?" The shattered slender frame movied in to a sitting possition. It seemed to Jaddis that he was going to be stuck there for a while. he looked a little less fragile sitting, though his stomach only clung more to his ribcage and back bone in this possition.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 12:28 pm
She gasped at the laughter and was even more appalled by the blood that followed from the stitching around his mouth. What has brought a great being to this level..? She was ready the next time the eerie voice passed through and she nodded as she listened.
"I am sorry, I did not mean to offend," she bowed with respect and looked back at the god, "I have concern for all of the earth's creatures..but if you do not mind my saying, you do not seem of the earth. May I inquire your name..and possibly what you rule?"
Adding hastily, "I am Boma'burudi, Goddess of the Underworld..." and mother to a b*****d mortal..that's why I carry this concern.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 12:41 pm
"Look at what you see goddess, I am Jaddis, I rule nothing I walk the mortal rhealm and carry the burden of starvation, of famine, of the door way to deaths rhealm." It was a speach he had ony given a paw full of times, his voice always carrying upon the breeze, never from the lips which seeped lightly now and stained his chin in blood. It seemed though that this goddess was young, unused to the ways of the mortal rhealm, though his nose knew the hint of a mother, his dark, stoney eyed gaze gave no indication that she was of interest to him.
"I am hard to offend goddess, though i feel you walk around with your eyes closed, or on a target oother than myself to not see what your eyes tell you." This was certainly the longest conversation he had had since he had stayed with Lewatle upon the beach. This goddess intreagued him, though only because she spoke of a world he did not understand. the mortal rhealm, a place he roamed rather than sitting amongst the gods he knew, but the under world? A place of death? More than likely, death was not his Rhealm so he knew nothing of it, he was simply a gateway to that partnership.
He breathed out then, as if he suddenly remembered that he must do that after taking a breath in, his lips pursing slightly to release the cold stagnant breath of a body perched on the brink between life and death.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 11:59 am
She couldn't help but shiver at what he was saying, keeper of starvation..? Why? Was he keeping it from the mortals..or could he give it to them too?
"I walk with my eyes open, and listen to what the earth tells me, you...you're not something..."..."you'e bleeding, do you know that?" she was disgruntled and unable to organize her thougths correctly. "Do you keep starvation from others, or do you give it..?
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 2:25 pm
The voice around ehr echoed with laughter then, fallign upon her ears from the no where. "Yess goddess, but i do not bleed nearly as heavily as you." A duel meaning perhaps? That head never lifting from it's slouched possition, perhaps it would fall away fromt eh shoulders at any given moment? "I carry it, I take it, I bring it I am it" the ragged head bobbed a bit, the body reacting for a split second to the dissembodied voice.
"I am what you see and nothing more, starvation, famine,. Young goddess who has closed your eyes to what you see?" his bat like wings stretched then, the slivers of membrane shifting with the slightest breeze. "bleeding heart, if you think to help you would better to reconsider yopur actions, noone welcomes my presence."
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 10:26 am
The young goddess fluttered her wings in frustration, this lion was seemingly over stepping his bounds.
"No one blinds me, I am not myself these days..that is all..." she smiled at the older god and took in the fact that he was just existant and did not seem to be completely attached to this world. "I had a child recently, he is very young and I fear for his wellbeing, you'll do well not to visit the PrideLands, or you may face something you'll be unprepared for." She flashed a wicked grin and straightened out her spine so that she sat at full height, she was taller, larger, and more than likely more powerful than Jaddis, it was possible she could do some pretty hefty damage.
"Bleeding heart.." she scoffed at this comment. He wasn't something that needed mothering, although she would rather feel concern for him than concern for what he was capable of.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 12:04 am
The face lifted in a smirk again then, she was threatening him? that was a new one, the voice laughed, this laugh though echoed of torture, of death, it was not a happy laugh, it carried with it the voices of those suffering, of those slipping towards death, those clinging to afeeble exsistance suffering a famine. "I follow my paws goddess, I cannot stop where I go, the fates chart my course and I follow it I can do no more and no less than that." His ragged head lifted then, those half eaten ears twitching slightly. Perhaps for a moment then, the god of famine, of those starving had a moment of compassion though who knew. "Your pridelands are to my back goddess, I passed through on my journey." He let a slow, gasping breath escape his rib cage then, that slow heaving sigh making his frame vibrate.
The body to the goddess no doubt seemed weak frail, dead, but he was far from it. His job was one that many hated, that many feared, but he walked the lonely path alone, bringing with him what he had to. Purveyer of starvation, carrier of famine, he went where ever there was the suffering, an overseer, a path towards death and nothing more, he followed his paws towards those voices, the voices of famine.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 11:11 am
She shivered at the god's form, he was utterly appaling to her and she was suprised that she had felt any concern for him at all, the mother in her was quickly dashed and the ruthless croon had taken over. She smirked maliciously and got uncomfrotably close to the tattered body.
"You listen, and listen well, if anything has befallen my son, I will seal you in a tomb beneath this earth, the tomb will be so far under that you will no longer be able to use your precious wind, you wont be able to fake that you can breathe, and there will be no people, only the worms for you to work your will upon," her eye glittered with hatred and her heart pounded in her chest. The wings clung tight to her sides was her only indictation that this god struck fear in her, other than that it was pure disgust and hatred.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 11:56 pm
"Threats goddess?" The voice again, and the body acctually reacted to it, a brow rose in an amused manner. "Goddess, there will always be famine, there will always be starvation I am simply here walking with it." The tattered skull shook in a bemused manner. He'd never met a goddess that was so, bi polar.
"I said goddess that your lands of pride are far behind me can you not hear with those fluffy ears you posess?" He stood himself then, this goddess was clearly unable to listen, or for that matter to pay attention to what he said. Cubs, pups, children, they clouded the mind from ones dueties.
He took a slow step then, walking past the goddess. "My paws tell me where to go goddess and they have dallied enough here." He took another of those slow ragged, whisteling breaths, he had a job to do, moments like this were not wasted, they were simply side missions in his mind. The fates took him where they pleased and apparantly today he was here to meet a goddess with a head full of cub thoughts and compassion for those whom did not need nor want it? Threats, he had not been threatened in a long time, he could not fix what he was, hecould not stop his job, his duety to the world. For there to be life, there had to be tribulations and famine was one of those tribulations. Clearly this goddess was far too young to understand that. "Time heals all" His last words as he continued on his way, a silent, dilapidated figure weaving his way off in to the sunset.
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