[Gabe]Prayers for the damned

What exactly had driven him to move so far north was a mystery. However, he chose not to read into it. Perhaps it was the will of His spirit. Bidding him toward some unforeseen goal, or something that must be witnessed. Thus, the golden titan slipped through the lands. Waiting for the tight feeling in his chest, the one that told him to keep moving, to lose its grip. It took quite some time. He walked to the edge of the world, for all intents and purposes.

A great cliff at the edge of the continent, where the waves battered themselves relentlessly against the dark stone. The herald could hear them, destroying themselves against the wall of unmoving earth. Could feel the rumble and roar of their unceasing rage as it shook the very earth beneath his paws, trembling through his limbs. There was tranquility in the chaos here. It was quiet, the fury of the waves translated into white noise. When he focused, he swore he could hear His voice, telling him what he needed to do. He wasn't sure what this place was, but the harsh grip on his soul had released.

Warm breath puffed from his parted jaws, the effort of moving through the snow for so long had winded him. Crystals of ice gathered on his long whiskers. Sightless gaze mirrored the frozen world all around. He stepped forth, until the tiny cathedral welcomed him into its embrace.

.. I'm lost..

The words drifted to him on a breeze, an echo of his own sentiments. "Please with your infinite wisdom guide me so I may help to mend what has become broken." the voice was small, feminine. Familiar. He scented the air. Ah, it was one of the Fallen children. Dominika, was her name. Softly, the herald let his voice pass inky lips. "I hear that other men's gods do not speak to us as He once did. They leave signs for you to interpret on your own." he crooned, daring not step closer. He tasted blood on the breeze, and the faint aroma of herbs. This was a private moment, upon which he intruded.

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