Gods To Some, Devils To Others

*Tsarvix* · 05-13-2019, 08:07 PM

Tsarvix

These woods were a maze. A persistent, unforgiving maze. Did it ever end? The trees that towered around him may have well been barbed wire, forcing him forwards without an end in sight. The path which he walked was overgrown and seemed to be devoid of any tracks or trails. Does this mean I'm going the wrong way? He asked himself, pausing to squint up to spy the sun through the canopy. Tsarvix didn't want to be stuck here past daylight.

Oh will it ever end?

Frustrated, he threw haunches to the ground to sit with a slightly hunched appearance, his fur plastered across forehead and neck in various matts and wisps. The expression that spread across darkened maw was less then pleased- rather tortured in fact. His nose wrinkled up, overall looking rather ready to sneeze.

Quietly he remained for the moment, observing the thicket. He could hear the soft rustling of leaves as the wind weaved past, and the shrill chittering of woodland creatures above him. Tsar may have found it beautiful if he was the type of wolf to appreciate nature. For now though he only cursed this dreadful maze that masqueraded as a forest. Why would you lead me here? He'd been questioning his God a lot, lately. Am I just a toy for you? Is it entertaining to watch me struggle through these woods, hungry and alone? The male lowered his head and flattened his ears against his head. First he had been deserted by his brother, and now by his God.

Before long a new sound reached him, and he identified it with a questioning tilt of the head. Voices? Tsarvix perked his ears forward and allowed himself to trod hopefully in their direction. He could only hope they were friendly, this walk had drained his energy far too much to have to defend himself from attack- or worse, administer punishment. He pushed through the brush, feeling the branches scratch across his torso, wincing as small knives of wood caught under and tore at his matted fur.

"Fallen God" …. "get what is ours" … "grow the Empire" … "my purpose' The strangers words reached him in pieces, blurred by the sound of leaves whipping across his face and ears. Tsar hurried onwards until he broke through the brush and onto the path upon which the stranger trod.

"Thank you God!" Tsarvix's words were breathless. "Please, Sir, I'm lost." The male shook his head roughly as he approached to clear the broken shrubbery that had stuck to his face around his eyes. He stopped just behind the pair, not ten feet away, and took on a respectable pose with his head held high. If his God had truly brought him here, then there was a reason for it. Tsar only hoped it had nothing to do with the unnerving creature at the wolf's side.

"Do you know the way out of this maze?"

"Speech"

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