Hraunor
07-29-2018, 08:43 PM
He was no longer sure if he existed.
It was impossible to tell where the Gods ended and he began.
He was, after all, the compromise of their minds, the merging of their thoughts. He was their accord.
They—it—listened to the bright deer, and they liked what they heard. The promise of restoration, the idea of once more being their own, separate entities, freed from the burdens of being dead; perhaps even cleansed on their corruption, and once more the brilliant, vibrant minds they had been before.
Naivety was not a trait of dead gods, so when the hopelights sped towards the shadowy body, it was something else that kept them from moving. Perhaps a lack of comprehension, and whatever presence had once seemed an entity of itself—living, breathing, thinking, feeling—barely seemed to flicker in the depths of those dark eyes.
They were empty, now.
"Good," the Gods sighed, as they were engulfed in the bright light, and lifted into their prison. The ever-shifting body ceased to shift, simply hung inside the chamber of light, limp—dead.
Its lips barely moved as he said on a faint breath, "you misshapen goat."
It was not said with rancor; it was said with fear.
It was impossible to tell where the Gods ended and he began.
He was, after all, the compromise of their minds, the merging of their thoughts. He was their accord.
They—it—listened to the bright deer, and they liked what they heard. The promise of restoration, the idea of once more being their own, separate entities, freed from the burdens of being dead; perhaps even cleansed on their corruption, and once more the brilliant, vibrant minds they had been before.
Naivety was not a trait of dead gods, so when the hopelights sped towards the shadowy body, it was something else that kept them from moving. Perhaps a lack of comprehension, and whatever presence had once seemed an entity of itself—living, breathing, thinking, feeling—barely seemed to flicker in the depths of those dark eyes.
They were empty, now.
"Good," the Gods sighed, as they were engulfed in the bright light, and lifted into their prison. The ever-shifting body ceased to shift, simply hung inside the chamber of light, limp—dead.
Its lips barely moved as he said on a faint breath, "you misshapen goat."
It was not said with rancor; it was said with fear.
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
