Post by Sabaoth on May 8, 2015 23:51:18 GMT -5
I am the way into the city of woe
Clumps of sand lodged painfully between his toes. The frenzied panting of his mother’s breath in his ears. The loving but urgent push of a muzzle against his haunches. 'Swim, Sabaoth. Do not look back.'
This was what flashed through Sabaoth’s mind, over and over, a never-ending loop, as he gazed upon the island faintly visible in the distance. His heart pounded against his rib cage like an animal’s frenzied attempt to escape from a predator, so violent that surely it would bruise. For some time he stood silently, his silhouette illuminated by the glimpses of moonlight that peaked through fractured clouds. There was nothing but the gentle lapping of waves against the shore, and the rustle of the wind in the leaves far behind him. How long will you stand here like a coward? A vague twitch of his ears was the only sign that his own line of thoughts bothered him; he could muster no more. Many moons ago, after departing from the bold female he’d met on his travels, Roka, Sabaoth had decided that it was finally time to extract his revenge upon those who had wronged him. For so long he’d avoided it, allowing his hatred to grow and flourish within his belly. At last, he had set his fears aside and came to liberate what had once been his home: Ina’mos.
I am the way into eternal pain
And so it was that his large paws had lead him here, the water brushing gently against his toes with each soft sweep. The anger and bloodlust was rising within him like some great snake; he was so close to getting his revenge that he could almost taste their coppery blood on his tongue. He would relish the sounds of their screams ringing in his auds as he tore apart every brute, femme, and pup who dared stand before him. Very suddenly, as if encouraged by his thoughts, Sabaoth stepped forward into the cool embrace of the ocean and began to swim.
The rise of a monstrous wave before him. The metallic tang of blood from his own tongue. The stinging of the frigid water in his lungs, much like the feel of his burning muscles. A desperate cry rising to a crescendo with the roar of thunder in the distance.
The waves did not smother him now. He had been weak then, fragile, tossed about in their wake like a ragdoll. On this night they were tame as he cut through their midst like a dark wraith, the moonlight illuminating the gray fur until it shone silver. Closer and closer the island loomed as he swam, his muscles throbbing with exertion by the time he reached the halfway mark. His memories were smothering, looping throughout his mind; one moment he was staring at the calm waves of the present, and the next he was facing the monstrous ones from his past. By the time his paws finally brushed coral and then sand, Sabaoth was panting, wary from both his swim and the workings of his mind.
A flash of lightning. Salt crusted around his nostrils, his vision blurred as he gazed at the strange terrain. His fur was soaked and slicked down, contouring to his beaten form. No sign of his siblings. No sign of anyone.
Desolation.
He rose onto dry land dripping and dark, his thick fur plastered to his muscular frame. His pale eyes glimmered in the darkness as he slowly observed his surroundings, fighting the overwhelming emotions that coursed through him. Slowly his nostrils flared, sucking in the scents around him. Many of them were unfamiliar, but one…ah, one was not. It ripped through him like fire, rooting him to the spot as his eyes widened a fraction, lungs burning and head awhirl with deafening thoughts. Could it be?
Goliath.
It was so startling in its clarity that Sabaoth took a single step back, paw sinking into the sand. He had returned to Ina’mos at last, and it seemed that his brother had finally reclaimed his birthright. And Isaiah? Is he here as well? Or Aaricia? No, that was too overwhelming to consider now. As it was he stood unmoving save for the frenzied rise and fall of his chest, his pale eyes glimmering with the rising madness within him.
I am the way to go among the lost.
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