Gods To Some, Devils To Others

*Tsarvix* · (This post was last modified: 05-20-2019, 05:01 AM by Tsarvix.)

Tsarvix

"The Risen Empire" Tsarvix affirmed, respect and awe flooding into him. His new home. Pyrrhic spoke of the wars ahead, and the chocolate male could only wonder what kind of battles awaited them. It must take special kind of wolves to oppose divinity, and Tsarvix vowed to himself to fight against them tirelessly- if that was what Pyrrhic would command.

Were their opponents led by another God? He couldn't imagine mere mortals standing up against Pyrrhic. The cream colored wolf towered over Tsarvix in height, and he could see hardened musculature beneath his coat as well. He mused for a moment, imagining his God facing up against a dozen mortal wolves- smiting them with ease -and Tsarvix nodded to himself, convinced that was exactly what would happen. Their foe must be mighty indeed.

Pyrrhic stopped them then, and turned to face Tsarvix. The dusky male met his striking blue gaze as he spoke, feeling the sincerity there and deeply moved that this God would address him so intimately. He understood that he'd be a low-ranking wolf to begin with- hell, if The Fallen Empire was- as the larger male said -a home for not only those like Tsarvix, but also Gods like Pyrrhic, it was only natural that those in high rankings would also have divine blood.

From his train of thought bubbled forth another question, though he squashed it before it could hit the air. He wanted to know how many of them there were. So far, Pyrrhic had told him about himself and his Father. How many Gods were among his bloodline? He figured the answers would come when the reached the Empire's territory, Pyrrhic was striking enough in unique banded markings that Tsarvix was convinced he'd recognize his kin if he were to see any.

Truthfully, the devout wolf did not want to believe that other divine beings existed; he struggled enough with the knowledge that it was not Pyrrhic but his Father who held the title of The Fallen God. As far as Tsarvix was concerned, Pyrrhic deserved that title. He wondered absently if there was only one throne in Heaven, and if so, the chocolate male was determined to be sure it was Pyrrhic and not his Father who was to sit there.

Tsarvix's train of thought ended abruptly as he realized Pyrrhic had finished talking and was now quiet. Realistically, it wasn't for longer then a moment, but it felt to Tsarvix that he'd been lost in thought for much longer. "Can he read minds?" Panic washed over him for a moment, but he veiled it as was natural for him. His deity was still watching him with a look in his eyes that Tsarvix could not identify. Had Pyrrhic been listening while he considered betraying his father- The Fallen God? Did he disapprove? Tsarvix glanced down, about to apologize and ready to grovel at his God's feet when Pyrrhic spoke again.

"Unofficially you will be whatever I need you to be."

Tsarvix met Pyrrhic's gaze once more, searching their depths for any sort of anger or distrust and found nothing. He couldn't help but tilt his head at the other, ears flicking forward curiously. Maybe he had heard him. Tsarvix didn't know if Gods could read minds, or maybe they could only pull traces of thought. Either way, the chocolate male was convinced that yes, maybe his God did have nefarious plans for him. Wide maw opened as if to speak, and then shut again. He found himself speechless once more before Pyrrhic and simply nodded solemnly, hoping the motion conveyed his understanding.

"Speech"
"You"
"Think"

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