Blood Tells the Beginning
Deity’s just messing around— feel free to hop in!
08-01-2019, 08:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-13-2019, 08:36 AM by Deity.)
Heaving pants racked Deity’s lithe form. She cursed, squinting up at the relentless sun. Though her coat blended well with the red hues of the rock below her paws, Deity would not consider herself a creature of the desert. The heat was a far cry from that of the temperate lands she had recently traveled from. It was autumn, though it hardly felt like it, marking the start to Deity’s third year. She’d never settled— the auburn-furred she-wolf had been a nomad all her life. She didn’t quite remember her earliest year and a half, but in the last couple seasons Deity had traveled from Eastern Boreas to here— the West. She’d met a couple memorable characters: Dutch, the strange Viking tinkerer, and a younger wolf named Muse. Aside from that, her travel along the Rio Grande through the desert had been somewhat lonesome. No matter. She was here now, in a sculpted stone... mountain, if you could call it that. All around her, blood-red rock formations towered, balancing precariously upon each other, as if a Celestial had placed them there. The heat was relentless, but Deity (perhaps illogically) feared the formations would topple if she crouched in their shade. With a huff, the goddess shook herself as if she could rid herself of the burning sensation alighting upon her fur. She wanted to find some water, or a worry-free place to rest. Some companionship could be nice as well, though she wouldn’t be so naive as to think anyone else was around. |
And so our haloes became collars and golden chains; our proud, shining divinity became the very thing that bound us.