Next New Age Abraxas 1:1-5
04-22-2021, 12:09 PM
Plague sat back and watched the pups interact with one another, a couple more joining the group before Toxicity began her lesson for them. As he listened to his sister explain the purpose for them being here today and launched into the sermon about how they descended from Abraxas blood, be couldn't help but feel the eerie resemblance the same lesson that was taught to himself and his siblings when they were the same age as some of the pups in front of him. It took him back to that day and in a strange way it felt like he was reliving those memories again. He was very careful to keep his expression neutral and attentive as his sister spoke of godhood and bloodlines, mortals and godliness, dedication and rituals. He even managed to keep himself from reacting in any particular way when she spoke of falling from those ranks if they were to outrightly reject those gods. He couldn't say that he had rejected them thus far, but had he dedicated anything to them either? He was dedicated to Venom, Toxicity, Calamity, to all of the young pups in front of them... to Void. That's what he was dedicated to. If that somehow also made him favored in the eyes of these gods as well then so be it, but if not... Toxicity mentioning he and Venom crafting sigils like they soon would when they were pups pulled his attention away from his own thoughts and he smiled, giving a small nod to confirm this fact. It also made him realize that he hadn't a clue where the one he had crafted back then had ended up. Could he even replicate it now if he tried? He wasn't so sure. Just how far had he strayed from the teachings their father had given them? A slight frown flitted across his expression as another thought crossed his mind - could he even really remember his father? Archon's passing felt like it had been a whole lifetime ago. He knew they were still very young in the grand scheme of life, but he felt so entirely different from who he had been back then that he felt separated from that moment. As the pups began to focus on the task presented to them, he watched as they began to draw circles and designs in the dirt until his emerald gaze eventually drifted down to the dirt in front of his feet. With a flick of his ears he started subtlety doing the same, trying to not draw too much attention to himself as he drew circles and wiped them away again and again, trying to see if he could even recreate what he had once done so long ago. |
