take me to church [darya]

Winter had come and gone, wrecking the herald in a way he hadn't formerly known possible. The Lord was slain, and his beloved brother was the executioner. With such a revelation held close to his heart, how was he supposed to continue? He aimed to preach the gospel as much as he could, remind others that the Lord was once a creature of light and love. Not the monster that he had died as.

Alabaster paws skimmed delicately over the sparse grass, a chilly wind ruffling his feathery coat. Today, there were weak sunbeams warming his spine. It felt good to shake off the brutality of winter. He wasn't meant for such harsh weather, not like his brother. Nose to the ground, he let his long whiskers sweep across the foliage in search of some herbs. After all, if he was meant to be useful to his family, he would need to build up a store. Even a meagre one would be helpful in many situations. He had heard of a shaman living with that Lunashka woman who knew of herbs and spirits. Perhaps he would seek her out, and see what she knew.

With the weather the way it was, he remembered an encounter with a smaller male. Spider. Who had helped him when Michael had reaped vengeance upon him. He hadn't seen the man in a while. The golden titan prayed that he was well. Perhaps he would seek out some boneset in his honour.

I'LL WORSHIP LIKE A DOG AT THE SHRINE OF YOUR LIGHT
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