03-24-2021, 08:39 AM
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In the darkness, he fell. Down, down, down, through never-ending blackness. It was not the first time that Venamis had anticipated his death and while he held no recollection of how he'd found himself in this situation, he made no pleas for his life.
Instead, he embraced his end. He went willingly, with a hope that the Night Mother would welcome him home to her. She was the only parent he could ever truly rely on, after all.
How does one best describe our Dread Father?
A voice from the void, not the one he longed to hear but that of the only wolf to look beyond his rough exterior and find his potential. After a lifetime of neglect and rejection, it was Teinaava who had been kind to him: he had welcomed a younger Venamis into the fold of Cheydinhal as ward and tempered him, made a remarkable assassin of him.
Imagine a perfect, cloudless midnight, cold as Winter ice and shrouded in shadow.
He closed his eyes, breathed deep the crisp air and felt the chill of it swell with his lungs. The chaos of his descent through oblivion settled, and he felt frost creep into his bones as his body stirred, ached.
That is Sithis.
A raven ear fluttered and his pallid orb cracked open. Heaving himself upright with a low groan, the dark wolf blinked the haze from his eyes and looked around at the barren, unforgiving wasteland that he'd woke to. Above, faraway stars dotted a clear night sky and Venamis' hide shuddered; he believed he had come from above, having passed through The Void. Sithis smiled on him that night, Venamis was certain.
The world there was curiously black, and he wondered if perhaps this land was supposed to mean something. Stepping forward, Venamis left fresh prints in the damp sand as he began his trail across the sable shore to consider the Dread Father's intentions for him.
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Instead, he embraced his end. He went willingly, with a hope that the Night Mother would welcome him home to her. She was the only parent he could ever truly rely on, after all.
How does one best describe our Dread Father?
A voice from the void, not the one he longed to hear but that of the only wolf to look beyond his rough exterior and find his potential. After a lifetime of neglect and rejection, it was Teinaava who had been kind to him: he had welcomed a younger Venamis into the fold of Cheydinhal as ward and tempered him, made a remarkable assassin of him.
Imagine a perfect, cloudless midnight, cold as Winter ice and shrouded in shadow.
He closed his eyes, breathed deep the crisp air and felt the chill of it swell with his lungs. The chaos of his descent through oblivion settled, and he felt frost creep into his bones as his body stirred, ached.
That is Sithis.
A raven ear fluttered and his pallid orb cracked open. Heaving himself upright with a low groan, the dark wolf blinked the haze from his eyes and looked around at the barren, unforgiving wasteland that he'd woke to. Above, faraway stars dotted a clear night sky and Venamis' hide shuddered; he believed he had come from above, having passed through The Void. Sithis smiled on him that night, Venamis was certain.
The world there was curiously black, and he wondered if perhaps this land was supposed to mean something. Stepping forward, Venamis left fresh prints in the damp sand as he began his trail across the sable shore to consider the Dread Father's intentions for him.
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