ardent

A lesson from the Devil.



Pyrrhic

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
123
size
Large
build
Heavy
posts
247
player
Lazuli

The Ooze ParticipantVolcanoCritical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
06-02-2019, 02:35 PM

Tsarvix's reverent response to seeing him was just the kind of ego stroke the young godling needed. The feeling that came with being able to see Tsarvix's devotion as clearly as he saw the ground in front of him was intoxicating. He felt important. Powerful. He wanted more reactions like that.

Pyrrhic's eyes lit up as Tsarvix announced that the bone was for him and from a jaguar no less. "Well done; defeating a jaguar is no small feat." He pulled the bone closer and examined it before emphatically nodding his approval. "Thank you, Tsarvix, I will put it to good use. I know just the project for it." At the tournament he'd seen many wolves sporting battle accessories. The most obvious use for it would be a knife, but a knife wouldn't do him any good in a fight since it would take away his ability to use his jaws. He was going to have to come up with something he could wear.

The young godling glanced over his shoulder at the female mandrill. He jerked his head to the side and summoned her forward. "Bring me two." She did as instructed and then faded back into the shadows.

The sticks were approximately three feet long and about as thick as two of Pyrrhic's toes. They were the straightest sticks the mandrills could find and though the wood was knotted in some places, they had been stripped of their offshoots and streamlined as well as they could be without cutting or sanding.

Pyrrhic grabbed the one that had be placed before him and laid down with it. He laid it across his left foreleg and then held it in place with his right one before looking up at Tsarvix. "We're going to be making spears while we talk." Why they were making them would be revealed at the end. "The first step is peel about this much bark," He used his paws to show Tsarvix about 5 inches. "Off the end we'll be working on. I use my teeth like this," He demonstrated using his incisors to peel short strips off the stick. There were better ways to do it and if he didn't have a point to make Pyrrhic would have had Benkos' companion do all the labor intensive parts.

Now, where to start with their lesson? After spitting out a strip of bark Pyrrhic lifted his gaze to Tsarvix again. "I've been thinking about where to start in our lessons and I decided the best place is probably at the beginning, with the fall of Abraxas. As I mentioned when we met, Abraxas is my forefather and the founder of my bloodline. He is the rightful king of the heavens." Pyrrhic spoke with conviction. He knew this story by heart. As a small child it had made him angry and even now as he told it sparks of righteous fury fluttered in his chest. "Being the most powerful, wisest of them all, he ruled over a pantheon of lesser gods and over our world. He ruled for millennia and all was right with heaven and earth. Everything was good. But there were little gods who weren't happy with their place in the heavens. They became jealous and plotted against Abraxas."

Pyrrhic coolly flicked a coil of bark off his paw. Perhaps the story shouldn't have bothered him anymore, but it did. His birthright had been stolen from him. There was no getting around that. "There was a war and the jealous gods threw Abraxas down into our world. They're the reason this world is terrible because gods do what they are. If a god is jealous he gives jealousy and if he is peaceful he gives peace. Because they were jealous and hateful when they took control of the heavens they introduced strife, pain and death here in our world."

"Pyrrhic" "Benkos"
Pyrrhic has a male mandrill companion named Benkos. Unless he's mentioned IC it's safe to assume he's not with Pyrrhic.