Zeus [Sheba] [closed]

[Blood]

The mid day summer sun beat down on the large body of dark fur that slowly crawled up the mountainous terrain. Why had Zeus chosen to climb the slope at this time of day? He had no idea. He only knew that he had needed a break from the annoyance and the headache his siblings always gave him, so he had set out on this sporadic random adventure up the great mountain. Old legends and tales had told him of the great White Wolves that lived up there that would grant you a gift if you could reach the top.

Determined to prove his strength, and receive whatever the gift may be, Zeus continued onward over the rigid stones and uneven ground. Giant boulders loomed above him, threatening to topple on top of him, but he feared them not, simply welcoming the meager shade they produced. With each passing minute, it felt like he would drop from heat exhaustion. His thick pelt was not helping as it greatfully invited the bright sun to pour down its heat on the dark gray shade of fur. Zeus' tongue felt like a stone as it hung from his open jaw. His attempt at cooling down his body temperature didn't seem to be working, but he would trudge on until he reached the end.

Before fatigue took over, Zeus finally stepped up a stone ledge and landed his four paws on a solid flat surface. Piercing blue eyes looked up and around at the gapping dark cave that loomed before him. Undaunted by the mouth of darkness that hid whatever lurked within, Zeus stepped forward with a heavy sigh of exhaustion, and bowed his head. "Greetings great White Wolves. I have reached your abode of greatness." Partly in respect and partly because of his weary legs, he lowered his great form and stretched out his paws before him in a humble bow of submission.

[Meds]

Sheba;

The Neutral goddess was sitting, invisible, by the bank of the pond. It was a hot summer day, and feeling the light breeze of the surface of the water was refreshing. After a time, she became aware of a presence drawing closer with each passing second. Sheba stayed invisible, but turned to watch as a large male trudged up the slope and eventually came to rest in front a cave. It was the wrong cave, but a cave nonetheless. He had gotten so close.
Sheba cleared her throat, flickering into visibilty as easily as breathing. A smile alighted to her jaws and she chuckled softly.

"You're welcome to stay and bark at my sisters' door all you want—but you may not get what you desire. Geist isn't as understanding as I am." Her voice was light, teasing, but heavy, as if she was hiding her true thoughts behind a smile. Sheba often did just that, in fact, and this time was no different. Her tail flicked and she turned back to the water, speaking now without looking, but knowing that her voice would travel just fine. "So you've arrived at our abode of greatness, have you?"

[Blood]

Zeus heard a chuckle and then a voice, and his head swiveled around to spot the owner. The angle of his twisted neck looked abnormal as the burly male focused on a gleaming pale wolf with his narrowed eyes. She sat like a goddess next to a small shimmering body of water. A gentle breeze ruffling through her thick white fur that shown like a silver crown around her, and her demeanor was definitely superior.

'So the legends are true.' Zeus thought before arising with a grunt. He turned to face the white wolf, a demanding note slipped in his question without meaning to sound snobbish, "Which of you bestows gifts? I came for that and that only." She was taking him lightly, Zeus could see as she turned away from him and studied the waters before her. He would do the same then, besides, he hardly cared about the trifle of sisters (Oh, he knew how sisters could be), he only wanted the supposed gift they would grant him. With his aching muscles that bulged from the previous strain, the gray wolf lowered his body once again to the stone floor. A great sigh heaved from his chest and he looked away casually as if to ignore the white being down by the pond.

"You do bestow gifts am I right? Surly you are one of the White Wolves of legend." Zeus finally drawled in a deep voice as he tilted his head back and glued his piercing orbs on the she-wolf goddess.

[Meds]

Sheba;

Zeus was not happy with her—she could read it in his mind. He thought that she wasn't taking him seriously enough, and he actually had the audacity to try and give her a "taste of her own medicine". Sheba's eyes widened slightly, almost struck dumb that a mortal wolf would dare think that they were even close to the same level. After that, and frankly, his thoughts weren't earning him a whole lot of points with the white wolf—he asked, nay, demanded to know which white wolf bestowed gifts. As if he was entitled to one. Sheba's eyes widened still further and she turned her head to look at him, boring into his eyes with her own and watching as his past, present, and future stretch out before her in a perfectly readable line.
"I have three sisters. One who heals, one who bestows gifts to Evil wolves, one who blesses Good... and me."

He presumed to whittle at her patience by asking if she really was one of the White Wolves of legend, as if trying to taunt her into proving herself to him. Sheba's white fur turned suddenly red along each line where her bones lay under the skin. The light surrounding them dimmed, until the red of her fur amidst the white actually glowed in the gloom. The skeleton outline shifted, walking towards him. Sheba stopped but a few feet from him and met his eyes once again, her own shifting all colours of a fluorescent, unsettling rainbow.
"You dare—" She whispered, and the clouds above rumbled with distance thunder in reply and the dark air crackled with static. "—question me?"

[Blood]

When Zeus turned to look back at the white wolf, his gaze looked straight into her glowing eyes. They danced with light and seemed to have every color of the rainbow passing through them. From the moment he locked contact he couldn't look away, even with the unsettling feeling that began to flutter in his belly. The white wolf's piercing orbs slowly grew wider and wider in the most disturbing way, an expression of astonishment and utter indignation was growing in her eyes. As much as Zeus wanted to turn away and drop his gaze, but he couldn't. The great she-wolf before him had gripped his attention and it seemed as though she had his entire life stretched out on broad stone and was sizing it up to see if it was even worth it. If his life was worthy of a gift. Zeus barely heard her mention the others, but he did hear her say the good and evil one. So what was her then? Was she the sister that did nothing? Was she the overseer of the wolves that had neither good in them or evil. Zues assumed himself to be a normal wolf, as in not evil, but he didn't see himself as going around and helping strangers. He cared about his siblings, but at the same time they could be the most pain ever.

After a long minute of discomfort, the stormy pelted male was finally able to blink and turn his eyes away. That's when he noticed the sky had darkened and the clouds rolled in as if a storm were approaching soon. Coming towards him was the white wolf and she did not seem pleased to be in his company. Her pelt displayed a wicked pattern that shifted and bent like a skeleton. It was at that moment Zeus actually feared for his life and suddenly stood when she neared him. He had taken lightly the fact that he was talking to a legendary wolf that held power he exactly didn't know how much. With flattened ears the glaring he-wolf dropped his attitude and bowed his head to her voice that shook the heavens.

"I seemed to have made a grave mistake. Please forgive my doubt. You surly are the giver and maker of power." Zeus was more cautious now with his words towards the powerful white wolf, but he still wished to receive a gift and hoped he hadn't blown his chance.

[Meds]

Sheba;

Ahh, now he was getting the picture. Sheba wasn't just some play thing to be tossed around and manipulated. She knew why Zeus had come in with such bravado, she had seen it before, but it never ceased to irk her. He was nervous down to the marrow of his bones, even if he didn't know it, and it had probably seemed like a good idea to try and intimidate her. Finally though, and with the help of some 'special effects', he understood just who he was dealing with. In response to his apology, Sheba's fur lost the red skeleton-lining, but it didn't stop shifting all together. Now when she moved, shivers of light seemed to travel through her coat, giving her the impression of a brightly coloured fish darting in and out of the shadows, or perhaps a dangerous reptile that could shift its scales. Her eyes faded to black.
"I know all. I see all. I am all." It was said in the barest whisper, but it travelled through the still air as if she had screamed it. As she uttered the last word, lightning cracked and raced across the sky, striking a tree a distance from them. It erupted into flames, and though it probably hurt Zeus' ears, Sheba did not flinch her eyes from his. Though the tree burned, somehow, somehow... the fire did not spread. It was in Sheba's paws now.

"Speak and be heard. What is your desire?"

[Blood]

Zeus:

His apology must have worked, because the red tint slowly faded from the white wolf's fur, and he hoped her temper was simmering as well. Zues hesitantly looked back up at the she-wolf and saw that her eyes, they continued to bore into him, and then her lips twitched in a whisper of all powerful words that thundered in his head. Without a doubt, Zeus believed her statements were completely true. Standing in the presence of such a power being sent a shiver down his spine, and a hidden yearning was birthed at that moment. Zeus knew he could never be as powerful as the legendary white wolves, but he thought how nice it would to be more powerful than his siblings.

A blinding light rippled across the gray skies and flashed to the earth with a deafening crack. Its reflection glowed on the coat of the he-wolf, the sky matching the patterns of his pelt perfectly. Zeus flinched and flattened his ears to the sound of thunder, but he saw that the lightning had only struck a tree that was quickly being devoured by flames. Such a display of power left Zeus burning with excitement. He felt it growing inside him as his eyes danced with the flames he was staring at. Imaginations began to creep into his thoughts. He could make every wolf fear him with that power, the power of the skies, the power of storms, the power of electricity...

The voice of Sheba brought Zeus back to reality, and he looked up at her. If she had declared that she knew all, than Zeus simply assumed that she knew all, even his thoughts. "I think you already know." His lips slightly pulled back on the corners, and his eyes clearly shone of the passion he desired.

[Meds]

Sheba;

Sheba's great eyes narrowed once more. Just when she had thought that perhaps this male had been coming around, he went and did that. She sighed, flicking her tail. She was not Evil like her sister, but nor was she Good like her other sister. Sheba was ruled by that which she felt in the moment. Of course each sister thought they were the most powerful—Geist especially, because she believed having no boundaries equated strength—but Sheba thought that being tied to neither end of the spectrum made her, truly, the strongest. She could be Good, Evil, or anything in between, and it was because of that that Sheba was perhaps the most unpredictable white wolf. In the mortals' defends, however, she rarely habited the truly dark side of things.
This moment, however, she was faced with a male who had come in all haughty and assuming. He had since apologized, but then went and ignored a direct question. Sheba had thought she was being rather generous, hearing him at all. In all fairness she did know what he desired, but it was the principle of Zeus assuming, again, that he knew how her mind worked. She kept hold of her irritation for the moment, but she wouldn't forget the strikes he had against him so far.

"You are correct. Of course I know. But for some reason, unknown to you I'm sure, I asked you what you desired. Couldn't it be possible that I in all my glory and knowledge had a purpose for asking you such a question?" The tree burning behind them stopped all at once, leaving behind only charred wood. However, upon looking closer, Zeus may notice that it suddenly seemed that all of the fire of the tree had gone into her eyes. She stared him down, unflinching, waiting for a reply.

[Blood]

Zeus didn't see the reaction he had hoped to get from the white wolf, and this made his smug grin disappear and his eyes flash with frustration. She hadn't liked his reply at all and he could see that clearly in her demeanor as she flicked her tail irritably. Zeus furrowed his brows slightly and shifted his step while pondering what she had said. She wanted a clear answer, but how was he supposed to ask for power like hers? A power that could summon the anger of the skies? Zeus noticed that the blazing tree had stopped and he looked up to see that the flames had migrated to her eyes and blazed with fury in her gaze. A wave of unease went through Zeus' nerves and he had to look away just to gather his thoughts. His thoughts of how to answer her question in a way that she wanted him to answer.

What did he desire? What did he truly desire. Zeus thought deep and hard as he stared at the mountainside. His gaze was distant but searching, and his claws slowly began to scrape the stone beneath him, creating a dull rasping noise that echoed in the silence of the two wolves. Respect. Zeus wanted to be respected. Respected by his siblings and by other wolves, and having the gift of great power seemed the only means of obtaining his desire. Again Zeus assumed that the white wolf had already know what he truly desired, but just wanted to hear it from him.

Zeus looked back up at Sheba, hoping that this third attempt would make the white wolf happy, and give him the gift that he had climbed the mountain to obtain. Boldly he looked into her flaming eyes, but humbly spoke his request. "I desire to be respected like you are. To harness the power of thunder and lightning like you can." His teeth gritted and a soft growl bubbled up in his through by the end of his request. He glared at Sheba with sharp electric blue eyes, but in the glare was a plea of hope that this time he had pleased her.

[Meds]

Sheba;

"Electricty?" She asked it in an innocent-enough voice, and suddenly her white fur stood all on end, charged with static electricity. The air popped and crackled all around them in a rotating choir of sound, and Sheba glanced upward at the clouds, as if about to call lightning down to herself. She smiled, reading into Zeus' mind and seeing the pattern and direction of his thoughts. He craved respect. He craved authority. He craved power like hers.
Like hers?
Sheba's face remained blank, but the summer air around them cooled just slightly and her fur fell back down, losing the charge.

"You want to be like me? To hold power, like me? ...A lowly mortal like you will never, never, hold power like mine. Such greatness would be the end of you." There was a time for being polite, and a time for being forgiving—but this was not the sort of thing that wolves were allowed to think about. It was almost blasphemous. Sheba was a goddess. A goddess that sometimes shared her gifts. But nobody was promised a gift. Nobody was owed a gift. It was her choice. And even when she did grant a few wolves such power, it was to be understood that it was but a shadow of her own. Her eyes narrowed and she looked through him, seeing the twists of his veins, the turn of his mind, and the colour of his soul. A lip lifted, revealing a line of shockingly white teeth. "You do not deserve the respect that I demand. What have you done, pup, that would warrant it? I am ageless. I am endless. I am all that is power."

Sheba blinked. Suddenly, she teleported to the pond's edge and took Zeus with her. It had taken less than a second. Then, with another crack that shook the air, a huge piece of the cliff behind them ripped off of the mountain's face. Sheba flicked her neck an inch, never taking her eyes from Zeus, and the boulder flew towards them with break-taking speed. Suddenly the massive piece of cliff (quite larger than both of them), hit an invisible barrier an inch from Zeus' face. It crashed backwards and into the pond with a sound like thunder.
Sheba's eyes burned.
The splash of water that the boulder created formed into a more wave-like shape. It rose high above them, unnaturally, and just as it was about to come crashing down and flood the valley, Sheba blinked again and it froze in place. The ice started from the bottom of the pond and travelled quickly upward, freezing it solid even in the warm Summer air.
Another barrier, visible this time, flicked into life around Zeus, surrounding him on all sides. Sheba looked up at the ice wave, then reared up on her hind legs. She brought her front paws crashing back down to the earth, creating a massive explosion that shattered the ice above them. Zeus would be unharmed physically, but the sound was near-deafening, and the ground beneath his feet shook from the power of the blow.
The mountain behind them groaned as the ground became compromised, and Sheba turned to look at Zeus as pieces of cliff were crashing to the ground all around them.

"You will never hold power like my sisters and I. You will never deserve the respect that we do," Her eyes were calm, but her tail thrashed. "And it was your doom to think you did."
The ice splashed back into the pond with a great chorus of water, and a few final boulders fell to the ground with a crash. The clearing was fairly littered with debris, but somehow Sheba looked as collected as ever. The barrier around Zeus died and eventually the dust settled.

"Get out of my sight."

[Blood]

Zeus:

Sheba displayed the exact power that Zeus wanted to poses right in front of him. His ears flicked forward and back in a touchy display of being interested but turning away when the loud popping noises cracked in the air. A large toothy grin spread across his light gray muzzle that was itself adorned with a white lightning-like streak. Zeus was already fantasizing have such a power, and his desire was growing more and more to poses it. "You want to be like me?" Yes! "To hold power, like me?" Yes! Sheba' next words thundered in Zeus' mind, bouncing around in the darkness of his mind and echoing from the corners of his thoughts. His toothy grin turned upside down into a jaw clenched silent snarl and his electric blue eyes narrowed at the white wolf. How could she deny him the power?! How could she say no to the gift that he surly deserved?! "You do not deserve the respect I demand. What have you done, pup, that would warrant it? I am ageless. I am endless. I am all that is power."

Zeus' throat opened and a vibrating growl rose to his tongue, but it was suddenly cut short when his body was suddenly jolted through time and transported to the edge of the pond the Sheba had been sitting at when he first arrived. Staggering to his paws, the stormy gray wolf gasped for his breath as if he had been struck by a rock in the chest. He caughed and was finally able to inhale deeply, but his breath was soon stolen again when a sound of complete terror split the mountain side and sent tremors through the ground and throughout his entire body. Wide eyes watched as part of the mountain came rushing at him. There was no way he could escape the flying boulder, it was traveling at too great of a speed unknown to the mortal wolf. Zeus knew this was the end. The white wolf had finally had enough of him and was now going to crush him to smithereens under the mountain itself. Zeus dropped to the ground and buried his head between his paws, every muscle in his body tensed and awaited the strike of death. Another loud crashing noise splintered the air around him, and the ground shook so hard that Zeus thought the very molecules of his body were crumbling apart, but nothing touched him. His bowed posture was frozen and his muscles trembled from the torment. Zeus wasn't sure if he was still alive or not, and just as he was going to peak up and check, another explosion of sound and energy shook him to the core and stunned not only his hearing and site, but also his mental processing.

Lost in a world of confusion and slow motion, dazed Zeus tried to understand what was happening. Nothing seemed to be making sense, and every time he seemed to grasp an understanding it would be whisked away like a leaf on the breeze, always spinning and swirling around in his head. Was he even inside his head, what was the world around him, was he still in the world? A deep rumbling voice that spoke clearer than a cloudless starry night sky split through the confusion like a knife. Sheba. Slowly thoughts collected and his memory of where he was and what he was doing came back to him, but his hearing was still numb and his eyes still shut closed. The earth trembled one final time as if it was breathing a shaky sigh after a hard sob, and then all was still. Zeus' physical body was not harmed, but the white wolf did succeed in crushing his spirit. Her words were heard clearly, and they wouldn't stop repeating in his head. They pounded him lower and lower like a nail under the blows of a hammer. By the time they vanished and were replaced by Sheba shouting for him to leave her presence, Zeus wasn't sure how much of his soul was left. Could he be crushed any further?

"Why did you spare me?" Zeus asked. His voice sounded like a whisper in his own ears, a mumble hardly audible, but it was spoken clearly for Sheba to hear. Maybe it was a daring question, but Zeus believed there was nothing left for him if he would never be respected. "What is my life worth to you?" A tear surprisingly sprouted from one of the he-wolf's closed eyes, and he almost felt like screaming, What do you see in my future that is worth sparing my life for, just end me now!! But he didn't, he thought Sheba wouldn't care enough to answer three of his questions, two was probably enough for her. Zeus hardly remembered why he had climbed the mountain, and could only think of why Sheba would crush his whole identity and then spare his life? She seemed more like evil Geist than the goddess of the neutral wolves.

[Meds]

Sheba;

Sheba knew his thoughts. Sheba saw his mind.
Zeus was before her, less than he had come—a shadow, a shell. His mind became even confusing for Sehba to read through, for there was no clear thought within him in that moment. By the time the rumbling had ceased and the earth had righted itself once more, Zeus was broken. He had come in so haughty, so entitled, only to be reminded in the worst way, how things worked. The proper order. Sheba was the alphess—the ultimate alphess—and Zeus had forgotten that.

"You stay even when I have commanded you to be gone?" Sheba's eyes narrowed, though notnecessarily in anger. She would not physically make him leave, no that wasn't how she conducted herself—but it was a wonder that he stayed after being told so bluntly to go. He must have been one of the only mortals in the valley who would do such a thing. Sheba cleared her throat.
"I spared you because I am not my sister." Yes, she had heard that too. "Geist would have read your blasphemous thoughts and burnt you to the beyond without so much as greeting you. But I am not she. I spared you, because I don't believe that death is the price for making a mistake. Though you made a grave mistake, Zeus, I did not end your life. And you ask what it is worth to me—this life that I did not take as my own?"

"I want you to bring this story to your kin. I want the knowledge of what happened here today to be known. We must be respected, else this entire world will fall to chaos. We are the beginning, middle, and end. Without us, you are nothing. The good, neutral, and evil mortals are but pawns in, perhaps, a silly game that we sisters play—but that game is your very lives. To kill a neutral wolf, a strong capable, albeit sometimes stupid, wolf like yourself, would be a detriment to me. Your life to me, Zeus, is worthy in itself. I did not spare you because I had to—on the contrary, as long as you reside in this valley your life is mine. No, I spared you because you, Zeus, do not deserve death. Not today."

Her tail flicked behind her.

"And though you acted foolishly, do not think I do not understand. It is respect from your family that you crave. This I know. And while you did not earn Electricity today, you may find that telling your siblings that Sheba spared your life to be a rather impressive topic of conversation all the same." Her forehead lifted and the ghost of a smile touched her lips. "If it would please you... I could scar you with my own mark, as proof for your family." Her eyes hardened slightly, but only with the seriousness of what she said next. "Though if I did this thing, it would be as if you were reborn from this day on. No longer could you continue living on some self-made pedestal of false confidence. No longer would you question what your life was worth. And most of all, no longer would you believe you are owed things without any effort on your part." Her tail flicked one final time. "If I do this, you will leave here a new wolf."

[Blood]

Zeus:

Zeus flinched as Sheba's voice boomed in his ears. He had expected a snap from her powerful jaws that would have ended his puny life in an instant, but instead she spoke of his bravery or idiocy to stay and question her further. His answers soon came when the goddess' voice answered his very thoughts that he had questioned, and explained her reason of sparing him.

Her words filled the head of Zeus and his normally electric blue eyes now dull with loss of spirit flickered open. Their blank gaze however, never left the ground which was ruined and cracked, smeared with black mud and littered with loose stones. His black tipped ears where forward but bent down in dismay as he listened to every word that came from the mouth of Sheba. From disappointment to pride her words lifted to the height of the skies, and she proclaimed the infinite power of her and her siblings, and how him, the mortals of the valley where just toys for a game that the white wolves played. Zeus was taken aback by this statement from Sheba. How could the white wolves use them in such a disrespectful way? But then the answer slowly came when she continued and said that his life was worthy to her, his life was not just a toy, but a valuable piece in her game strategy. She needed him alive to help her win the ethereal game against her all-powerful sisters.

The full meaning slowly wrapped itself around Zeus' small mind of comprehension as he lay and processed her words that still echoed in his head. He breathed slowly and steadily with his jaw parted and his tongue resting between his fangs. Sheba continued, and Zeus lifted his head to her bright appearance sitting before him. She reprimanded him once again, but this time much more gently than the times before, and then she gave him a second option. This surprised the he-wolf, but his listened to her appraisal with intent ears and a forward nose. With each sentence Sheba made, Zeus' eyes gradually grew with intensity until they returned to their normal brightness of hue and shone with sharp interest.

"If I do this, you will leave here a new wolf." Sheba ended and Zeus bowed his body low, almost touching his nose to the ground. The sight of his large gray form bending over before the goddess was a complete opposite picture of when he first arrived at the home of the white wolves. He already felt changed, but he wanted the mark of Sheba to complete him. "I accept rebirth. I am your humble servant Sheba, mark me with your power." The grovelling wolf hesitated for a second before continuing. "What is your will Sheba, that I should carry out in the valley? What would you have me do to serve you fully?" His heart was ready to be reborn, but his direction was lost in this one area. Sheba had spoken for him to proclaim the power of the White wolves to every wolf he met, but he felt he was capable of much more then just that.

Meds

[Meds]

((Any preferences where Sheba will scar him? I have an idea, but if you don't like it there let me know and I'll edit my post))

Sheba;

Sheba listened to the male's thoughts and saw his patterns and way of being begin to shift, already. This was good news for Zeus. It showed Sheba that he could actually (and would) change. A new wolf indeed. As he bowed, the goddess reflected on how much the scene had changed. It was quite out of her personality to react so harshly as she did to Zeus; and yet, it had worked out in the end. Hopefully. He accepted her mark and proclaimed himself her servant.
He even asked if there was anything else he could do within the valley. Sheba's mind ran to the war looming and how many of her kindhearted (and not so-kind, but precious nonetheless) neutral wolves stood to die. She saw what Midnight Silence was planning, even then, as well as a flash of the Secluded Sunrise pups. Her heart became heavy, but she pushed it aside. She could not tell Zeus of what was to come. She had seen that future, as well, and it did not prove healthy or good. She smiled and moved parallel to the water as if floating, across the summer-heated ground until she sat even closer beside him. While still in his bow, Sheba lifted a paw to his face.

She brought her claw forward, and without even very much effort on her part, she marked Zeus for herself. It was an odd marking, though those with higher-intelligence would know it for what it was. Even those with lower-intelligence, the mortal wolves of the valley, would know that it was her mark. The mark of someone who had been doomed to die, and yet lived by her paws.
It was a three-curved line that started at the top of one of his eyes, curved around the outside and went under, then doubled back in the final curve in his cheek. It would scar white, and in the right light it would seem almost to glow. From head on, the scar resembled an "S" shape. Sheba stepped back and admired her handiwork. He would not have felt any pain.

"Take your mark and go, Zeus," She spoke not unkindly. "Should there be anything I need of you, be sure that I will let you know." She tapped her head with her paw, but then thought of something. "And until that time, should you come across any neutral wolves new to the valley that are lacking knowledge of me and the gifts I can give—please, inform them and send them to me if it be their will."
Honestly, if they deserved it and caught her on a good day, the more neutral wolves she could gift, the better.

[Blood]

Zeus:

There was a momentary silence after Zeus had spoken his acceptance, but it seemed longer than just a moment to the bowing wolf. He feared to lift his head from the earth and look up at the goddess. Was she not pleased with his surrender? Did he not say the right words again? Or was she just pondering his questions of service? Zeus tried to turn away from the doubtful thoughts he was having towards Sheba, why would he doubt her so soon? Was he not ready to be reborn, would he even be able to carry out the will of Sheba the White Wolf? No matter how hard he tried to push the anxiety and doubt from his mind, they still lingered or found new was to worry him.

Zeus was just about to raise his head up when he felt the touch of the great wolf and all his doubts vanished. Like a sudden calming of a storm on the waters, his mind was suddenly still. In a smooth slow motion, Sheba dragged her claw around his right eye and down his cheek, but there was no pain whatsoever. This surprised Zeus, but he didn't fret over the supernatural occurrence, he only marveled at the touch of the goddess. Only a few minutes prior he had been bombarded with every element possible in the wrath of Sheba, and not a single drop touched him. Now in her very own way of giving him rebirth, she marks him on the face still without a trace of pain. Zeus was filled with gratitude towards the White Wolf of the neutral alliance, never in all his future days would he vow to serve Geist or even Taboo. Sheba was his goddess and he would serve her and her only for all the days of his life.

The great wolf finished her marking and Zeus stood before her, his form standing tall and proud once more, but it was a completely different proud. It was a righteous stance of empowerment, a new Zeus had been born. Sheba again commanded him to go, but it was spoken without anger, and then she told him her will. To be the bearer of her knowledge, and the messenger to the wolves of the valley. To be the proclamation of Sheba the White Wolf. Zeus turned and looked at his reflection in the water as she spoke her will to him. The mark that had been given him was majestic as it twisted around his eye in an "S" shape. A thin line of blood could be seen in between the perfectly sliced lines of flesh, but no red trails leaked from the laceration. Zeus blinked at himself, he hardly even recognized who he was staring at. Sheba had indeed made him a new wolf, and now he wondered what his siblings would think when they saw him. The thought got no further attention as the stormy gray he-wolf turned back to Sheba and humbly lowered his body in a deep bow. "Thank you great Sheba, I have no other way to show my gratitude than to offer the rest of my life in service to you." He stood to leave as she commanded, and trotted a few steps away before turning and looking back at the shimmering coat of pure white fur and the sovereign face that held her radiant eyes. He was about to ask if he would ever speak to her again, but something inside him told him that he would, and that encouraged him to turn and leave. A new journey set before him, a new life to serve the call.

-Exit Zeus


((Thank you so much for rping that with me Meds, it was such an honor! Even though he didn't get the power he desired, the mark was more than enough to replace it. You helped me develop him into a great character, and for that I am thankful.))