Birds of a Feather
Archon had to agree that decorations and adornments sounded appealing, although he wasn't sure brightly colored feathers were the way to go. He thought perhaps other things to show off God's power might be called for. Like the dark, hole-filled rocks that loomed around Mount Volkan.
He couldn't deny that the birds here were beautiful, however. The view was almost breathtaking. As he came upon a large tree in the middle, he craned his neck upwards to hone in on the rustling above. A large variety of birds had come to roost on the large tree. Birds of nearly every color and size. Archon had to step back just to see the edges of the tree.
He knew there was no way of reaching these birds, but he felt inclined to- pulled to- just observe. He reclined and sat back to simply watch.
This was the furthest the beast had ventured thus far. Starting off extremely south and remaining their for the majority of the time, he had yet to travel so deep into the west. The terrain was rough with snow beginning to fall lightly even within these central regions. The male slithered through trees as a scent flowed into his nostrils. He perked up ever so slightly, stopping his steps, and took in the notes the scent presented to him. Male, Wolf.... and that was about it. If this being was in a pack he had yet to encounter it's scent before. With a simple shrug to himself the phantom decided to continue further into the thicket. Hannibal mindfully avoided the crunchy dead leaves upon the ground, he did not want to reveal his location just so easily. Soon, after a few minutes of navigating the marshland, the male broke through the thicket to find a huge tree and a Wolf sitting at the base. Hannibal stopped again, taking in the sights before him with an amused smile. The tree was large and towering over them with ease. Birds chirped and wings flapped as they spotted his entrance. But, his attention was quickly pointed towards the earthy toned Wolf seated several tail lengths ahead of him. Hannibal faced his back, which would allow for a distinct element of surprise. Though the phantom did not really want to spook this stranger. In order to do so the male took a few steps closer, ensuring his movements were heard with crunching of leaves and easy breathing. Mismatch eyes quickly darted up the tree as he stopped moving once again, "Beautiful, is it not?" speech action |
Archon nodded, "It is a reminder that God has a will to preserve some things on this plane."
Archon turned his head to the side to look at the male. He was smaller than Archon with a white base and some black swatches here and there. His only real notable feature was his mismatched eyes. Archon hummed briefly to himself and turned his attention back to the trees.
"Despite his entrapment, he too was able to find beauty in this realm, as I am able to witness here."
Hannibal approached to the right of the stranger with his head held high but his usual abrasive demeanor was lessened. His eyes were locked onto the tree with a simple smile on his pink lips. One of Hannibal's great pleasures in life was enjoying beautiful things. Sights, smells, pleasure, Wolves, etc. To relish in what you have before it is all gone. Despite his riddled mind he often stopped to feel things within the moment but when he looked to the stranger it seemed they did not share the same wonder. The first tones to escape this males mouth were of God which caused the albino to raise a brow. Religion was not Hannibal's forte for he was raised without it. The only Gods were the Kings and Queens of his Kingdom which just so happened to be his parents. Hannibal being a Prince and for a very short time a King himself he felt as though he was at the top of the totem pole, not some figment in the skies. They seemed to study one another as Hannibal thought over the odd words of this stranger. More came forth not long after and the beast remained silent for the moment. It seemed the phantom has encountered some sort of highly religious Wolf. His brow remained raised as he too turned his attention towards the tree and his own baritone vocals swept the floor. "To believe a God did this takes away from the power and might that this tree emits. This Tree is likely older then any of the others but still stands with such prowess and beauty we sit here and are able to relish within it. I do not think it is fair to put all of the praise upon a God but none for nature itself. Nature is the true force at work here." With a nod the male continued to eye the beautiful tree. speech action |
"I think you only speak from a place of misunderstanding," Archon said. "For nature is its own thing, but God, allowing it to still exist even after it became the place of his exile is astounding."
He saved a moment to see if his words could possibly sink in before continuing.
"As is his will to allow this place to still stand, so will The Fallen Angels. He can appreciate the wonders of the world, and as his follower, I will do the same. He only seeks to inform and correct the ignorance amongst wolves."
Archon turned his ear towards the male, as if tipping off the suggestion that he was one of the ignorant Archon spoke of without directly saying it.
It seemed like the Wolf Hannibal encountered was delusional. The stranger reminded him of some sort of prophet or conspiracy theorist. One of those Wolves that have an odd twinkle in their gaze as if puzzled by something at all times. To have such clouded thoughts and odd beliefs was not something the behemoth was interested in. If it weren't for Hannibal's realization of this stranger's mental instability he may have been offended by his outright dismissive speech. Even someone so arrogant and bold as the albino would not stoop so low as to argue with a religious nut. It would only give the vain heathen unneeded stress wrinkles. With a raised brow Hannibal looked towards the stranger. "You are rather opinionated." The male moved to stand while rolling his shoulders ever so slightly. "This ignorant Wolf is going to go take a nap. I will leave you to your nonsense." With a flick of pale lips the beast slithered off into the thicket towards the south. Hannibal was in no mood for silly fights over religion. exit hannibal |