wood you rather

*Asmodeus I*

Life was at a standstill in Aerie and Deus was as guilty as the rest of them for allowing such complicity to come over them all. He was an Abraxas wolf, born and raised to further God's mission and see his family returned to their throne in the heavens... and yet he'd allow himself to grow fat and lazy. He had taken Danta's death hard, and nearly lost himself in the process.

Change was hard, and so he chose to start small. For one, he'd need to build up his densite. Over the last year he'd alternated between his own hastily dug hole in the wall, to bedding down in the grass outside Riva's greenhouse during the Long Night, and then finally curling up outside what was once his sister's. He needed a real home with strong bones, like his. He'd decided on a location in the ravine, near to Danta's old one but still distanced from his family in a symbolic action of independence. What he'd need first was some wood, to both add reinforcement to the internal structure and to function as a set of stairs up into the entrance for his much-smaller companions, who finally were nearing adulthood.

He considered simply harvesting from the ravine itself, but decided against it. The wood there belonged to the pack as a whole and he had no intention of taking from the trees that in part helped to provide for them. He hoped as well that if he moved further off to collect the materials, he might find a color of bark that stood out more when used aesthetically outside his den. Asmodeus was an Abraxas, he did not hide in the shadows camouflaged, he wanted his individual home to stand out as unique as he himself was. As an afterthought, he considered the possibility of over-achieving, of bringing home a variety of thing, gangly branches that could be paired well with the ravine's multitude of vines to create a variety of traps. Laying these traps throughout the territory would aid in protection, would provide food for the growing pack, and would prove he was ready to put the effort in.

The walk to the nearest woods was, well, long. Longer when one drug a cart behind him, and longer still when that cart was spilling over with the limbs of dogs who had decided to volunteer themselves for the ride. North of their home was a sparse series of deserts, and by the time he'd reached the emerald valley he'd begun to regret coming this far at all. It was only the distinct look of the maple trees that kept him from turning back there and then, and he trotted up toward the cluster of woods to where another was harvesting the trees. "You think that big guy has enough to share?" Deus asked with an easy smile, disconnecting himself from his cart and giving it a soft kick to wake up the sleeping canines within.

"Speech"

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wood you rather

Asmodeus I