the world is up for grabs
Ikigai
Once the last echoes of his howl faded from his hearing, the godling had slowly folded his muddied haunches and settled into what could only be called a slouch. Shoulders drooping forward, tail curled loosely against an alabaster speckled thigh, expression painfully somber. This had been a truly traumatic day for him, everything he knew was lost and ascension weighted heavily on his mind as of late. Before he could begin to sink into the slow despair that had been quick to claim him lately, the sound of movement reached his tall auds. Charcoal ears flickered, searching for the direction in which it had come. He smelled the pack of dogs before he saw them, and then their eyes were glowing in the underbrush as they settled into the shadows. Then, there was Ikigai. in the brisk chill of an early winter evening, she had chosen to drape herself in a light garment that he didn't recognize. However, he could hardly blame her for it. As the mud cooled against his legs, the cold was becoming far more evident. "Pontifex," she said simply as her petite bodice passed into the clearing. Behind his eyes, he could feel tears beginning to burn. No, he wouldn't cry, that was stupid. Instead, he rose to his feet, propriety clinging to him like a burr against his flesh. A small dip of his head in greeting, politely acknowledging the kindness he was offering by showing up. "Ikigai.." he replied softly, his deepening voice catching momentarily in his throat. Dropping his gaze to his mud stained paws, he sucked in a small breath. "Mother says we'll be travelling across Boreas now, to see what God made for us here." he said, though he wasn't sure why he did. What did it matter? The point was made, the wolves of Ashen did not care for God, or for him and his family. His tail flicked nervously across his tall heels, his weight shifting anxiously as he tried to fight the urge to flee into the trees again. "I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye to you.." he added- the true purpose of his call. With the admission hanging in the cool, dark air, he finally lifted his two-toned gaze to her features and offered a tiny, sad smile. "speech" |
