Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Feb 8, 2008 8:39:42 GMT -5
Sirius fumed as he finally gave up, he had gone to the Chiari Falls. Never in his immortal life had Sirius wished to set foot up there. In all his time since he was created he had only briefly met with a few gods, the goddess of love most notably. She lingered down in that realm more than any one else. On brief occasions when he was with her, he’d met the God of War. Of which he truly despised, for war was one of things, which was now twisted into his heart.
Sirius didn’t know if the other Gods knew of his bane, due to the fact he was born from here straight onto that world, that he was tied to the people of it. Would hey of helped him any way… of course not. As his mind raged once again, storms broke out in the lands below. His rages had been getting worse in the last few months. He was so easy to anger lately; a human wench had followed him for a few minutes, begging for money. Refusing to take his first answer she had ended up without her head. The brutality of the act had calmed him down for a few minutes, but finally entering this place, the calm was gone.
He didn’t recognise any one… these were his family… and he couldn’t pick a single face out of the crowd. He circled the outside of a large pool, unbeknownst to those currently in the oasis, the storm below raged uncontrollably. Even though his face was now calm, he was causing the storm, he was also laughing to himself about it, he was putting himself through hell, why not take a few people into the depths with him.
“Down you will go into the depths my charges, but I am the one truly left to suffer. Suffer with the wretches of your kinsmen skulking around this retched place.” His face darkened as he spoke, but it broke again, into a smile as he laughed at the white sheen of sky above him. The madness of the wars and the people was finally creeping into his sanity. He didn’t even know why he had come here, after he first killed… many thousands of years after he was born, he had forsaken his family. Not that they even noticed... he was just there to do a job, the retch of the family best left ignored and forgotten. ”The option of forgetting will not be open this time…” his fists clenched and unclenched as he spoke to himself, oblivious of the people around him, who seemed not to notice him. ”Always the way… always in the back ground… never noticed…” On his last word several bolts of lightning hit the same place in the centre of a village, destroying the largest building, the town hall probably… No one up here noticed… any Gods below that had never met him would not think him intentionally doing it; probably believe he was detained some how. That thought made him laugh again…
Sirius didn’t know if the other Gods knew of his bane, due to the fact he was born from here straight onto that world, that he was tied to the people of it. Would hey of helped him any way… of course not. As his mind raged once again, storms broke out in the lands below. His rages had been getting worse in the last few months. He was so easy to anger lately; a human wench had followed him for a few minutes, begging for money. Refusing to take his first answer she had ended up without her head. The brutality of the act had calmed him down for a few minutes, but finally entering this place, the calm was gone.
He didn’t recognise any one… these were his family… and he couldn’t pick a single face out of the crowd. He circled the outside of a large pool, unbeknownst to those currently in the oasis, the storm below raged uncontrollably. Even though his face was now calm, he was causing the storm, he was also laughing to himself about it, he was putting himself through hell, why not take a few people into the depths with him.
“Down you will go into the depths my charges, but I am the one truly left to suffer. Suffer with the wretches of your kinsmen skulking around this retched place.” His face darkened as he spoke, but it broke again, into a smile as he laughed at the white sheen of sky above him. The madness of the wars and the people was finally creeping into his sanity. He didn’t even know why he had come here, after he first killed… many thousands of years after he was born, he had forsaken his family. Not that they even noticed... he was just there to do a job, the retch of the family best left ignored and forgotten. ”The option of forgetting will not be open this time…” his fists clenched and unclenched as he spoke to himself, oblivious of the people around him, who seemed not to notice him. ”Always the way… always in the back ground… never noticed…” On his last word several bolts of lightning hit the same place in the centre of a village, destroying the largest building, the town hall probably… No one up here noticed… any Gods below that had never met him would not think him intentionally doing it; probably believe he was detained some how. That thought made him laugh again…