Luke 8:39
Tox kids???
Marauder
04-21-2024, 07:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-21-2024, 09:39 PM by Toxicity. Edited 1 time in total.)
A brief expression flickers across Toxicity's face as Modesty confessed their need for their mother. She started to say something, but no, that would be later. Modesty mentioned she had two litters and that her mate fell in love with a dog. The girl, seeming once more a pup, pressed her forehead to Tox's chest. Her heart thrummed, full, knowing her daughter had been living a full life. Not an easy one, but a full one. Toxicity lapped gently at the spot between her daughter's horns. "Mortals do not have the same values as us- do not feel the same as us. If he is good for producing children, that is fine, but do not be taken by surprised over his shortcomings." Toxicity lifted her paw to her daughter's chin, looking to examine her face more clearly. "If he causes you pain, dear godling, my daughter, kill him and carve your sigil into his very heart. Do the same to his lover, if it makes your mind sound again. Perhaps if they have offspring, you can raise them in His name... or cull them in the same manner." Satisfied with the paths ahead, Tox studied her daughter to see which she might entertain. The only wrong answer was to remain idle while a mortal wronged a god. Once more, Toxicity let Modesty's head drop and settled for cobbing the tufts around her horns as her eyes found Pontifex. Pontifex spoke with grace, a blessing in his words and eloquence. He told of his upkeep of the shrine and Tox let her eyes wander. Yes, he had done a good job. "You have become a wonderful priest to this blessed place," she said, giving Modesty one last lick to press her fur down just so before she stepped aside, and towards her son. Her steps were light, even, a gliding pace that held her aloft in the shrine's light. The invitation was there for physical closeness if he wanted it. And if he didn't, Tox glanced to the ground, her sigil already half carved in the moment it took her to consider her son. "Have you been blessed with children? Any followers as of yet?" she asked as she finished her sigil, the invitation for her children to add theirs open. "Have you heard of your siblings? Of those who banished us once long ago?" She asked questions for now, but her gaze held steady. She was not in a rush. They would also have their answers. "" |
