self inflicted his perdition

As the creature's slick tail slipped into the sand, the eyes of the alabaster and ebony man trailed to the particles of sand that had separated from the rest. Separated like himself. Abandoned. By the gods, by a beautiful companion, and by a lover who felt just so right. The only one left to bring him any warmth or thought of acceptance was.. his cobalt and ivory eyes looked toward the decomposing hide known as maeva. Only one eye could see her, and that one eye was a sign of just how much he was hated by his beloved odin. His wicked grin now faded, the man began to twitch and convulse with grief before.. No. It was simply the hallucinogens fading. He fought the urge to break down, to wither to the floor and lie for days. He straightened up and attempted to clear his throat, though to others not on reality-bending drugs it probably looked as if he were about to implode.

Seconds later, maeva's hissing voice touched his left ear softly causing a flick. Someone was near? He turned, his face distorted into confusion, grief, and ecstasy. There was in fact a woman very near. So near that he could step a few feet and be kissing her. Slowly his eyes would widen as the one still able to see caught glimpse of the rainbow river flowing from her  forehead to the base of her tail. And, to his doped up mind, it was literally a moving river. But of course it wasn't a woman at all. It was a man. Well, a god really. And when realization hit the partially coal-masked man, his eyes flared with heat. Annoyance and anger flooded his veins. Why of all times did he pick now? After all these days and months of disappearance and desertion? His blind eye closed, a massive migraine coming on and suddenly his voice exploded: Loki, Ich bin nicht in der Stimmung für deine Scheiße heute! His ribs heaved with each breath he took, his lips quivering with anger. Through clenched teeth and a voice rolled in gravel he continued calmly, yet still pissed, Gehen Sie finden ein anderes Selbsthass Hündin zu verhöhnen.