A lesson from the Devil.

*Tsarvix* · 06-13-2019, 09:25 PM

Tsarvix

It took Tsarvix very little time to let his anger go and instead begin to swim in shame. His God lay before him, unmoving, calm azure gaze firmly boring into his own. He wasn't sure what to do, he'd embarrassed himself in front of the young Abraxas and standing there as his tantrum faded, he briefly considered if there was anywhere nearby to run off to and hide. The male felt like a pup again, standing to await punishment underneath his father's disappointed stare.

Just before Tsarvix was about to plead forgiveness, the Godling spoke. He wasn't immortal, then. Those words were enough to shrivel the devout wolf's plan, and his ears flattened tighter against his skull. Pyrrhic made motion for his follower to return to the craft, and Tsarvix laid back down obediently to place the stick back between his paws as he had been shown.

He didn't maintain eye contact while his deity explained, and instead his gaze stayed downcast upon the stick's stripped bark. "We'll do it, Tsarvix, you and I and all the wolves like us, but it's not time." He still didn't quite understand why they were waiting, though from what Pyrrhic said, the cause relied on the Abraxas wolves breeding and spreading their bloodline? Tsarvix couldn't help but feel disappointed, if they needed the godlier wolves to spread amongst the globe, how could Pyrrhic earn the throne in this lifetime?

Silence sat between the pair for a few quiet moments while Tsarvix absorbed the yearling's words, and then the male spoke for the first time since his outburst- his words exceedingly quiet and calm. "What do we do with the spears when the bark has been stripped?" It was a pitiful attempt at redirection, but he only hoped that Pyrrhic was merciful enough to let him recover his dignity.

"Speech."
"You"
"Think"

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