"To Glorify My Platinum Soul"
The night was fetid and dark.
Chaos theory said things fall apart, chaos theory said everything is random, everything is atrophy and unknown and there is no way you will ever control it or understand it. That it's all just guessing, you can't even count the possibilities you can never know, you can never prepare, you can never do anything about it. crap just happened. It happened ferociously and unstoppably, all physics and beyond the physics, rapidly changing numbers and beyond the numbers...
But in the end, who knows.
Chaos theory wouldn't be pondered for thousands of years.
He envisioned his future within the eyes of his reflection... looking at where the soldiers would stand to gather, where he would teach them until he died or grew old or unfit. Though Osiris didn't have plans about growing old. It wasn't something he was interested in. He stood now as though he were waiting for something to be drawn to him, by fate, by chance, by aggression or any other motive. Maybe Osiris did understand chaos theory. Maybe he knew how things tended to unravel.
Yes, yes he did understand.
It was not unusual for the golden king to prefer to nocturnal hours. Creeping was the national sport, lurking the leading profession. Osiris simply found more worth in the night. He never let his guard down, but especially not now, not when the eyes peaked, glowing, out of bushes. Not when rustles were something more, they were threats. He could hear that violent river churning nearby, he could hear the crickets daring a quiet chirp and cicadas stupidly belting out their cacophony. It was in the dark that a creatures true colors showed, when you saw what got the best of them, when you saw what they were afraid of.
Osiris wasn't afraid of anything anymore.
When the monsters stepped out from under the bed, he would give them a smile. A well-worn, psychotic smile. A tired smile. And he would narrow his bi colored eyes with interest as that very monster seemed to linger beside him. The Golden King averted his gaze to the male who seemed to stare at Osiris with a keen sense of curiosity. After taking in the strangers appearance Osiris himself found his sense of curiosity perk.
It was not everyday one found a wolf with a coat similar to their own...and while not as defined or vibrant as Osiris, the boy looked as if he could be a relative of some sort. The thought made Osiris smirk deviously, grinning at the male as his tail flicked.
Haaaaai He called. Feminine childishness in his voice that would often catch some off guard. Probably because he looked far more threatening than he actually sounded.
Question was, would anyone be willing to find out how threatening he was? Rarely was that the case...and so, he waited...watched. Wanting to hear the gold speckled wolfs response to his greeting.
