The Divine Calling [LUDI CLAIM]
12-16-2013, 07:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-16-2013, 07:08 PM by Jupiter I.)
Such a minute creature in a world of giants was the companion that he was unseen and unnoticed. Pressed deeply and thoroughly out of sight, the Tasmanian devil was a dark phantom disguised in the shadows, tucked under the roots of the mangroves. He quivered only lightly with the lingering sickness, beady eyes focused on the dirt and roots around him and the shrubbery at his nose and above his head, small triangular ears set forth and trained onto the sounds of the meeting. He was the wraith of Ludicael that was undyingly loyal when its members were not. Inky lip curled in silent disgust for the heathens that had gathered. Did they not know Jupiter's sacrifice? Did they not remember how she had fought to keep Ludicael under her control in even her dying breath? Could they not smell with their own noses the scent of the highly-contagious sickness that had drenched her den over the past weeks, slowly fading as its ailed occupant no longer used it for her residence? Mercury could hardly understand how such pitiful creatures fed themselves with that bad of noses. That voice, it was familiar. Such anger, such venom... Mercury stiffened in his place, biting back a hiss of repulsion. So it was her who tainted this pack, who tainted Ludicael. And it was Song who was foolish enough to believe the other woman without thought, who then proclaimed herself so selfishly as an oracle of the gods. Wake up, lady, his mind hissed poisonously. There are no gods here. Nothing from heaven would wish to have anything to do with you. He would take note of who was absent and of who departed. His heart ached to hear Ananke and be unable to go to her but he was the eyes and ears of the sick and dying woman who could not be here to set the easily-swayed sheep straight from their folly. After a few long moments, Mercury decided that he'd heard enough, and as stealthily as his minuscule, dark presence had existed there, it made its exit. |
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.
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