Gods To Some, Devils To Others

The chocolate male followed along dutifully as his God began to lead the way, being sure to keep his snout in line with Pyrrhic's shoulder as to defer to his dominance. "Home." The thought was thrilling. He hadn't had a true home since he was a pup.

"My name is Pyrrhic, Heir to the Abraxas Empire"

Pyrrhic. It was an odd name for a deity. It sounded so mortal. Was it because, as Pyrrhic himself put it, his father was the true God? No. He couldn't afford to doubt any longer. It was Pyrrhic who had found rescued him from the woods, not this Fallen God Abraxas. If this was another test, Tsarvix was determined not to fail it. He tilted his head to observe the large male as they walked, listening carefully and willing himself to absorb every word.

"We have a long walk ahead of us; ask any questions you like."

"To question one's God is to sin." Tsarvix said after a brief deliberative pause. "The only questions I have for you are the ones with answers that will help me to better serve you. Your cause is my cause. I promise I will do whatever I can to help you take your throne."

He allowed silence to wash over them once more as he contemplated. Tsarvix did have questions. Many, many questions; enough questions to ask in rapid-fire sequence and still have more questions by the time they got to wherever they were going, but he didn't want to seem a fool to Pyrrhic. He wanted to be careful of what he'd ask, and hopefully be gifted the opportunity to ask more when he wasn't so star-struck.

"Where are we going?" The male couldn't help but ask. It seemed a safe enough question, surely even the worthiest of wolves were allowed to know their destinations. "Are there others there? Allies to the cause?"

His maw opened and then shut again, and he swallowed. "What will be my place there? I'm afraid... I don't have much to offer you aside from my loyalty. I'd like to learn anything to help me serve better, but I'm afraid I may be useless to you." Tsarvix was afraid to meet Pyrrhic's gaze, for fear that he'd see disappointment there. "I am not a healer, nor a hunter. I'm not a navigator... obviously. I think I could learn to fight, but I'm not battle-hardened by any means."


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