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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 2:49 pm
His head lolled between his shoulder blades as he suddenly let out a breath, occasionally, when the god of starvation thought he may be being watched, he took a breath, a death rattle of a breath, drawing air between his tightly sown lips, causing an airy sounding shudder to rattle the already fragile looking frame and expand the skin tight ribs, before he would remember that the breath needed to go out again.
He would often forget to breath, it was something he didn't necessarily need to do.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 3:03 pm
Dath'charukai prowled the lands, angry with what had happened. His little act of revenge didn't feel like enough. No, he probably should of just killed the goddess instead of claiming her as his own, but in the heat of the moment, things always seemed to fall away from plan. How would he ever tell Laana? Wait...why would he tell Laana? It was something that she didn't need to know of, nothing that concerned her. Besides, then he could have a clearer mind when talking to her, when he saw her again.
His ears twitches as he heard a very strange sound. It didn't quite sound like a breath, but it was certainly a shift in the air around...something. His golden snake-slitted eyes soon found what had made the sound. Or well, what he assumed made it, as it was the only predatory beast around at the moment.
His eyes fell upon a living skeleton, something that certainly was near death, or was expected to be. That was, until he saw black things sticking out of the back. Wings? Or maybe what used to be. Unless this was one weird mortal with charred sticks stuck in it's back.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 3:25 pm
And indeed they were wings, or once upon a time they had been true wings, perhaps. Those stick like fingers, akin to bat wings stretched out to reveal the small, tattered remains of the membranes that had once at some point in time no doubt been fully working wings. Many millenia had worn away those thin lines of skin and now only small strings hung from the black tendrils. The thin, sunken, stone like eyes drifted upwards and landed upon the large, dark maned god, those gargoyle stone eyes fixing upon the creature before him. He knew few gods, and yet he knew so many, he wondered if this one would be as strange as the last he had met. The by polar female whom he had been very confused and irritated by.
Tattered ears lifted forwards and a disjointed voice echoed upon the wind. "Itseems the gods are out in force these days." The body, that stick figure skelinton did not react to the voice, the lips remained sealed, only those dead cold grey eyes stared at the god of chaos. The body of the boney god sat painfully, his ribs becoming all the more prominant as he did so, each ridge of his spine blatently obvious. The head lolled slightly, as if a breeze would push it from it's 'hinges'.
Jaddis was a great beleiver that the fates lead him to these encounters so he must sit and see them through, even if they were usually overly confusing meetings.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 4:27 pm
The blood-red god silently stared at the fellow in front of him, his mind debating if he was indeed some crazy mortal, or a god of....something. He slowly sat himself down, letting the warm sun beat down on his fur. The heat didn't bother him too much, but he did feel his raven-black wings absorb the heat and hold it in.
Not so much startled as it was an affirmation of his debate, he assume that was was infront of him was a god. Whatever it was. He tried not to judge too much, but the thing in front of him was definately not a sight you wanted to see everyday, regardless if Dath was chaos, and loved it. This thing was...out of his league.
"Regardless of what you think, I reside in the mortal realm. The stiff necks of the gods' in the Haven are much too full of themselves for me." He snorted at the thought, and though he had never really run into too much trouble, he had heard stories, and there was always his sister.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 4:42 pm
A strange laughter echoed upon a breeze then, a laugh which was full of the screams of mortals, of dying gasps and calls of salvation. The tattered body did not react, but those stoney grey eyes stayed fixed upon the god of chaos, his scruffy, lack lustre mane blowing about in the savannahs breeze. "you are a mortal walker like myself." The voice again, touching daths ears, speaking to him. The voice clearly belonged to the body before the god of chaos, but the body never reacted to the sound, never flickered an inch, it simply sat, remembering to take a long bone shattering breath every couple of minuites or so.
"To answer your question before you ask it, I am Jaddis, and what you see before you is what I am." The body reacted to the voice at last, a single lift of those sown lips a short sharp smirk which caused blood to seep down his chin. The bony figure did not seem to mind though, indeed it did not seem to notice.
"And you? What are you that you snub the gods of the clouds and pad the world amongst the mortal condition?" At the end of this question the god seemed to remember to breath once again, taking a slow, choking breath inwards past those black stitches to echo around inside that cavernous chest. He knew he should remember to breath more often, it was something he was expected to do.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 1:15 pm
Dath's own golden eyes lightly watched the near-deathly thin state of the god, though he did not feel like staring. Not out of fear, but more out of disgust. It was in his taste to have things plump and healthy, but to each their own. It was just so much more delightful to kill something that was there, flesh to be ripped and blood to pool below him. If something was so thin, there was only the crack of bones and little struggle. At least, that was what it was like to him.
"So I see you are one that fancies the near-death state of life," he stated with a sour tone, obviously disapproving, but would not directly say so. To each their own, to each their own....
He ruffled his full wings, letting them gather comfortable to grace the blood-red of his back. His fire-dipped paws shifted as his weight shifted. Might as well get a bit comfortable instead of letting the little things like one speck of a rock, or perhaps a twig, ruin this moment of meeting (finally!) a god that didn't want to pamper the lives of mortals.
"Chaos, is what I am. Though I have been dubbed Dath'charukai. I lust to throw the world into chaos, so that no one may know just what will become of them." He gave off a snort before continuing, his eyes folding into a glare. "Though I am certain I must avoid my sister, the one who seems to right what I make wrong." It was obvious that he didn't like his sister, but he felt that her strengths were a bit stronger then his own, and he could never seem to win against her. Perhaps someday. He would have to wait for that moment, though, if it ever occured.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 3:06 am
The boney god's voice once again gave a low, dark chuckle, the voice detached, airy, only for the other gods ears. "I do not favour anything god of Chaos. I am what I am and cannot change it." Finally the god released that breath from his lungs, his ragged breath seeming like it must tear the frame apart.
"To bring chaos upon this world god, you should recruit others, one goddess cannot possibly bring an end to a group of gods if they have the will." It was easy enough for the god of famine to say such things, he had a power which others feard, but something else had to start a famine, a drought, a plague even over population caused famine. Chaos could ultimately cause famine, there fore the dark red, god was an ally. "I am sure you can bring much chaos to the world Dath'charukai, perhaps you should seek out war or pestilance, they would undoubtedly help you in your cause." The sown lips lifted in a slight smirk, the blood falling down his slender chin.
"When Chaos comes I will follow." His stoney eyes flickered then, a slight spark of something, perhaps hope in those eyes. Jaddis did not lust after power, but to exsist there had to be famine, there had to be a creature some where starving falling towards that which was death, without it he could not and should not exsist, chaos would simply bring more famine to the world, he prefared to exsist, to live this strange half life than dissapear in to obscurity.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 9:55 am
Daths' head arched as he took in the skeleton's words. Him, recruit others? A time ago, when he was young, did he worry about gathering up a group to be strong. He never got very far, though that was the way that he discovered Laana. A pleasant thought that he chased away; he would worry about the female later, for now she wasn't important.
"That may be true, but then you perhaps haven't met Justice, then. She is strong, and one not to take lightly." His words were short, with little emotion, only fact. He didn't like the idea of teaming up with another god, or one such as War; war was uncontrollable, and something that he didn't want to put his trust into. That would remain unspoken though, as some things were better left unsaid.
He nodded at Famine as he said he would follow. It wasn't expected, but he was unsure as of how to reply to what he said, so he moved on. "Chaos can be brought in smaller numbers, also. Sometimes it is better to mess up the little things, the base of something large before actually taking on something larger; as a pride, or a nation."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 10:29 am
The skeletal character of famine rolled it's shoulders, the skin tightening, stretching painfully over the dillapidated mucles, the bones seemingly about to rip through the thin sickly coloured skin and fur. He once again took in that deep sharp bone shattering breath before he spoke. "You missunderstand chaos, I follow where ever there is chaos, war, plague, over population. I follow because these things cause that which keeps me in this exsistance." He paused coughing out a deathly breath. "You may not think this an exsistance worth living, or what ever it is that I do, but what you see before you is still an exsistance and one that I enjoy."
His boney face lolled down slightly as he said this , his tattered ears falling accross his that ragged patchy mane. "Perhaps young chaos one day I will walk in your wake and see my world as you have left it, perhaps this meeting was necessary for I should meet those whom continue to help me to survive, perhaps the fates only taunt me by showing me what i could be should I shed the shackles which I was given a millenia ago." He lifted a paw to his lips, those lips sown tightly shut, the lips which could not truely speak.
"I was not always what you see chaos, i chose this path and I shall always walk it" He nodded, he had stopped breathing, his body forgotten in this lengthy speech. "I am what you see chaos and i will always follow you should your actions call me to do so. I shall follow where ever the fates lead me, maybe one day the fates shall lead me down your path." He took a step then, the skeletal creature, his paws leading him towards the next destination.
"There must be famine for there to be food, may our paths cross again chaos, I certainly beleive the fates meant us to meet this day." The body finally took in a long hollow breath as the zombie like creature stepped off accross the desert to his next port of call.
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