Holy Grail
08-02-2017, 08:27 AM
He had left early that morning, it was the first time he had left Dragoste’s borders since arriving although now he felt content that his place in the pack was secure. He followed the scent of salt to the small estuary and watched the gentle lapping of briny water from the cover of the cone-like trees. Somewhere beyond the marigold tinted sea was his home, a land where honor and loyalty meant something, unlike the godless land where he had landed. He closed his eyes and felt the warm light of Ley slowly caress his fur as the sun began to rise. If Ley had created the world than surely he had made this land too. Its occupants were simply ignorant, like pups before their parents first take them to greet His light and teach them His will.
He inhaled slowly, relaxing, remembering the face of Ley as the sun god had always shown himself in his meditations; a being of sheer warm light, untouched by even the slightest shadow, and yet not unable to be looked upon. The high priest Mihal may have casted him out but Ley would never abandon him, of that he was sure.
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