A lesson from the Devil.

*Tsarvix* · (This post was last modified: 05-22-2019, 04:31 PM by Tsarvix.)

Tsarvix

Soon it would be time for Tsarvix's first lesson on Abraxas culture, and the chocolate male could not be more looking forward to it. Meeting Pyrrhic and being accepted into the Risen Empire had brought new meaning into the male's life. If he had ever doubted his purpose or his God, that uncertainty had vanished abruptly in Pyrrhic's presence. His only goal in life was to be worthy of the yearling's respect- as worthy as a mere mortal could ever be to an Abraxas -and this lesson was his first opportunity to show his God how determined Tsarvix really was.

The male moved with purpose, long legs moving briskly through the God's Garden as he searched for an appropriate place to do their lessons. In his mouth, he carried something large that was partially concealed by his gums and teeth. He couldn't identify the many herbs and flowers that were overgrown on the land here, but he had been told that many of them were rare and he should be careful not to damage them. It made perfect sense, in fact. Of course the rarest of herbs were found amongst Risen's territory; the wolves who lived here were destined for greater things and it was only natural that the Gods had made only the best herbs grow for them. To Tsarvix, it was only further evidence of the goodness and mercy of Pyrrhic.

He found a small clearing along the edge of the Garden, it's vibrant grasses and flowers were flattened and had seen the imprint of many a wolf's paws. Tsarvix wasn't sure what this area could have been used for, but if there was anywhere that the mortal had not been allowed to go he was sure Pyrrhic would have mentioned it. Even if this was some sort of holy land, it seemed to Tsarvix that Pyrrhic did not see ignorance as a sin, and he was sure the cream wolf would not punish him for it.

This spot would work perfectly, Tsarvix decided. He approached the middle of the small clearing and gently placed down the object that he had been carrying- a femur. The male had previously killed a jaguar with the help of two funny, small wolves. At first he felt he'd made a mistake by saving them from the cat, but coming back with his trophy he realized that meeting the jaguar must have been Pyrrhic's will, too. Perhaps somewhere in his lessons, the femur could be of use to them. Regardless of it's usefulness however, Tsarvix was pleased to present Pyrrhic with the small trophy.

He nudged the bone with his nose, brushing off a small speck of dirt from it's length. Pleased, the chocolate male sat and awaited his deity, tail wagging gently against the grass. Of course, Tsarvix had come a good hour early. He couldn't possibly risk keeping Pyrrhic waiting for even a moment.

"Speech."
"You"
"Think"

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