Post by Xolotl on Mar 6, 2016 17:24:27 GMT -5
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[attr="class","pltxt"]Leaving the she-wolf Eve to her own devices, Xolotl returned to where his stag was buried, the icy, frozen ground keeping the corpse fresh. The titanic brute was tempted to keep it for himself, to take apart what lay within the deer, but he had been ordered by Typhon. He would have to obey and not submit to curiosity; besides, there was much to busy his mind with now that he had discovered Miquiztli, the divine God of Death. Knowledge of such a being brought certainty, a solid goal in life, a purpose. He lived to die; he always had and always would, along with everyone else, but he lived to die honourably, like Cihua had spoken of—those who died an honourable death were selected and praised by the deific sovereign Himself, chosen as part of a select few who were reincarnated back to Life instead of remaining in Death eternally.
Despite its occupation with Miquiztli, the mottled monolith's mind kept flitting back to Cihua, the fascinating she-wolf that he had encountered upon Igneir. Xolotl made a mental note to find her again sometime soon, perhaps to learn more about Miquiztli, perhaps to simply talk. But in the meantime, he had a task to complete.
Gripping the antlered mammal with his jaw as steadily as he could, Xolotl approached the shore of Acerbus, looking out at the distant land mass. Ina'mos. The heart of Kairos. With one last glance at mainland, the warrior plunged into the frigid waters, doing his best to keep both himself and the prey afloat. His arthritic leg burned with pain as he kicked, paddling rhythmically as a limp tail trailed behind. The violent tossing of the waves triggered the searing pain in his hind knee as well as his ankle, both joints stiffening and aching with the giant's natal affliction. Harsh saltwater splashed into vibrant yellow optics, although being so large and therefore having his head considerably above the water helped, along with the sizeable stag bobbing along in front of him blocking out water.
After a while of swimming tirelessly, the yellow-eyed behemoth's front paws touched something. Land. He had reached shallow waters where he could stand and the island was not far away, not at all. With a few more strides, Xolotl had reached Ina'mos and stood, panting and dripping wet but alive and well, upon the sandy shore. Shaking out his clogged up fur, the hefty male set down the deer and took a moment to recuperate. Once his breath had been caught, he howled, to summon the General, Sabaoth.
Despite its occupation with Miquiztli, the mottled monolith's mind kept flitting back to Cihua, the fascinating she-wolf that he had encountered upon Igneir. Xolotl made a mental note to find her again sometime soon, perhaps to learn more about Miquiztli, perhaps to simply talk. But in the meantime, he had a task to complete.
Gripping the antlered mammal with his jaw as steadily as he could, Xolotl approached the shore of Acerbus, looking out at the distant land mass. Ina'mos. The heart of Kairos. With one last glance at mainland, the warrior plunged into the frigid waters, doing his best to keep both himself and the prey afloat. His arthritic leg burned with pain as he kicked, paddling rhythmically as a limp tail trailed behind. The violent tossing of the waves triggered the searing pain in his hind knee as well as his ankle, both joints stiffening and aching with the giant's natal affliction. Harsh saltwater splashed into vibrant yellow optics, although being so large and therefore having his head considerably above the water helped, along with the sizeable stag bobbing along in front of him blocking out water.
After a while of swimming tirelessly, the yellow-eyed behemoth's front paws touched something. Land. He had reached shallow waters where he could stand and the island was not far away, not at all. With a few more strides, Xolotl had reached Ina'mos and stood, panting and dripping wet but alive and well, upon the sandy shore. Shaking out his clogged up fur, the hefty male set down the deer and took a moment to recuperate. Once his breath had been caught, he howled, to summon the General, Sabaoth.
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