ask and you shall receive
Eli
02-15-2021, 09:29 PM
Eligos' fur prickled, rising of its own accord in an atavistic mix of reference and fear. While he had ways acknowledge the Fallen God and the existence of other gods and spirits, he was too logical and rational a creature to ever have truly felt comfortable in mucking around with the world of the spirits, and now he was coming face to face with that world - while blind and all but helpless to boot. "I understand," he said somewhat hoarsely. "I will not hold you responsible for what They choose."
The renewed scent of herbs wafted from the coals. Eligos' nose twitched, and he had to fight down the urge to sneeze for a moment, before he relaxed. He felt oddly apart from himself, dispassionately observing the whole thing from a distance despite the fact that he could not see anything as the witch spoke. He closed his eyes when she asked, and lay quiescent as she spoke again. Her way of speaking, the pauses and deep breaths were strangely compelling, and he found himself taking deep breaths when she did, and relaxing further.
He felt himself shudder when she smeared some odd smelling and odd feeling past over his eye, then his other eye but remained still and distantly watchful as he obeyed her earlier command and kept his eyes closed. She rubbed ash into his fur, and he kept his position docilely.
She spoke directly to him again and he lifted his oddly heavy head to regard her with closed eyes, filing away her instructions. He felt a fewther's brush of fear that it seemed so complicated, so easy to foul up, but the thought didn't even cross his normally skeptical mind that she might be pulling the wool over his eyes. He had given himself over to complete faith in her, for he had felt that inner prompting from the Fallen God and knew He wouldn't have led him astray. "I will not fail," he said aloud, his voice barely above a murmur. He rose slowly to his feet, feeling oddly weary. His body wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep, and to protest his insistence on moving the world felt like it was slowly spinning and bucking around him for a moment. Despite the dizziness, he turned his muzzle in the witch's direction. "If this works... if They give me back my sight..." Words failed him. "I cannot repay you enough for your assistance." His low tone had a note of reverence and awe that might have surprised many who had met the quiet, reserved alpha and known him only as a calculating, logical warrior. But this.... this nurtured that long neglected spiritual side that most Abraxas had been taught from birth to believe.
The renewed scent of herbs wafted from the coals. Eligos' nose twitched, and he had to fight down the urge to sneeze for a moment, before he relaxed. He felt oddly apart from himself, dispassionately observing the whole thing from a distance despite the fact that he could not see anything as the witch spoke. He closed his eyes when she asked, and lay quiescent as she spoke again. Her way of speaking, the pauses and deep breaths were strangely compelling, and he found himself taking deep breaths when she did, and relaxing further.
He felt himself shudder when she smeared some odd smelling and odd feeling past over his eye, then his other eye but remained still and distantly watchful as he obeyed her earlier command and kept his eyes closed. She rubbed ash into his fur, and he kept his position docilely.
She spoke directly to him again and he lifted his oddly heavy head to regard her with closed eyes, filing away her instructions. He felt a fewther's brush of fear that it seemed so complicated, so easy to foul up, but the thought didn't even cross his normally skeptical mind that she might be pulling the wool over his eyes. He had given himself over to complete faith in her, for he had felt that inner prompting from the Fallen God and knew He wouldn't have led him astray. "I will not fail," he said aloud, his voice barely above a murmur. He rose slowly to his feet, feeling oddly weary. His body wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep, and to protest his insistence on moving the world felt like it was slowly spinning and bucking around him for a moment. Despite the dizziness, he turned his muzzle in the witch's direction. "If this works... if They give me back my sight..." Words failed him. "I cannot repay you enough for your assistance." His low tone had a note of reverence and awe that might have surprised many who had met the quiet, reserved alpha and known him only as a calculating, logical warrior. But this.... this nurtured that long neglected spiritual side that most Abraxas had been taught from birth to believe.