god reduced to a thousand-yard stare (MEETING)

*Pyrrhic* · (This post was last modified: 09-05-2019, 07:37 AM by Pyrrhic.)

Pyrrhic had finally made it back to Risen. There was a tremor in his limbs that wouldn’t go away. His pale gold coat was bleached of color thanks to a heavy coating of ash that resisted his attempts to shake it free and his paws were blistered and weeping. Here and there throughout his coat small patches of fur were singed away; evidence of how close he’d come to losing his life to the falling fire.

He didn’t remember having slept once since the inferno on the mount but surely he had, right? What he had seen...

A violent trembling started in his chest as he remembered. Very soon it shook him from his toes to his ears and he had to stop, plant his feet, and will himself to stay upright as fear caused his vision to narrow and his breath to come in ragged gasps. He stood quietly, shaking and whimpering softly, in the grips of a small and private hell for several long moments.

Though he was alone in the corridor when the episode finally ended Pyrrhic was left feeling embarrassed, frustrated and defeated by his obvious weakness. He was weak. Weaker than he should have been. His father had died on that mountain. That wasn’t an excuse for the fear that had gripped his heart since he first started running. No, it was conviction. Pyrrhic had had enough time to think about what he had seen and to add meaning to his father’s actions. He’d combined his opinion of his father with what he’d seen as a righteous act and come away with the belief that his father had died without fear. It was that belief that now shamed him. If his father had the dignity to live and die fearlessly how could he, Pyrrhic, be so fearful now? He was a failure. An Abraxas worthy of culling.

In the throne room he sat down heavily and wiped a dark paw across his face in a futile attempt to make himself more presentable. At this current moment Risen was safe, but he had seen the ash clouds coming and he knew what came with them. The Empire needed to know what had happened and they needed to know what was on the horizon.

With a dry and quavering voice Pyrrhic summoned the pack.

"Pyrrhic" "Benkos"

OOC: first round ends September 12th!

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