Who We Are Isn't How We Live

Razi contemplated the other womans words for a moment before shrugging, "It's not bad to change, so long as it is ultimately for your betterment." She'd then let her tail sweep the ground a few times before adding, "If it helps we can count this conversation as a pretty good start for both of us." Much as Razi enjoyed her alone time and generally preferred her own company to that of others, it was likely time to stop dwelling in the fringes of the pack. At one time she'd kept a distance because she felt some inexplicable emotional distance between herself and her relatives. Now though, she should stop using that as an excuse.

"True enough, I'm hard pressed to find much to busy myself with." honestly, by the time she had the children she'd almost be excited to have more duties to attend to. Being relatively useless was, well, annoying as hell to put it simply.

Pausing to digest the question and decide where to begin the answer, Razi's expression turned a bit serious as she pondered. It wasn't often that she herself relayed the tale, not from lack of pride but simply because she so rarely felt the need to invest that much effort into sharing with mortals. Slowly, she'd begin, "The vast reach of our bloodline is more or less a direct result of our descending from the Fallen God. I should begin at the beginning though." Swallowing and clearing her throat to ensure it would be prepared for a bit more speech than she normally asked of it, Razi shifted her sitting position slightly before launching into her best possible telling of the story.

"Once, many years beyond the oldest spanning memory can recall, there were many gods who ruled within the heavens. There was one among them who stood above the rest, superior in every way; strength, intelligence, and arguably most of all ambition. His true name lost to time, he received his new calling when the lesser gods decided to challenge his rule. It took all  of them to cast him out, sending the one now called "The Fallen God" down to the mortal plane and stripping him of both his power and his dominion.

"It is said that his fall from above was the cause of all the chaos and suffering that we deal with now. Afterwards, he sired offspring, those who hold the surname "Abraxas". They were tasked with retaking their birthright and ascending to the heavens where they belonged."

There she'd wait a moment, contemplating where and how to proceed. Razi was hardly a scholar of their beliefs, she knew what the others knew. More than some, maybe, less than others. "I suppose one could say that the Fallen God is both our ancestor, a being who existed far back in our lineage, as well as our Deity. The one our family looks to for strength, and who we seek to please with our actions in life. That is why the Empires were founded; with the intention of pleasing him and taking steps in the direction we were commanded to long before I was born."