Zeus (Sheba) A Second Appeal
Jan 29, 2019 12:48:24 GMT -5
Post by Blood on Jan 29, 2019 12:48:24 GMT -5
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Everything was so familiar, the exhaustion, heat, endless treck up the mountain, it was as if he had experienced it all before. And he had. Only a few years had passed since he had visited Sheba for the first time and demanded to receive one of her gifts that she blessed to every wolf that dared to visit her. But that was only a fable, a myth that proved to be so wrong. He had done just that, but the almighty white wolf would have none of his pride and justly punished him for his actions. He could feel it now, the burning sun touching the scar that slithered across his face. Every emotion came rushing back from that very moment, and the force of it caused Zeus to stumble in his step and almost collaps on his chest. A grunt escaped his clenched jaws and he let a groan rise up on the wind. Letting his body fall to the ground, the tormented wolf howled out, ”Sheeeebaaaa!” he let his voice crack with distress as his face fell towards the ground and his body lay outstretched.
”I know you hear my cry. I know you see my actions.” Zeus whispered at the ground, his face hidden and eyes closed tightly. ”You are the all-knowing White Wolf who gives generously to those who are righteous to you, and deals justly with those who aren’t. You are ageless, you are endless, you are all that is power.” A lengthy pause followed, as Zeus was silent. He knew she was listening, he knew she could hear his whisper, his very thoughts she could read. He could almost feel her powerful presence around him.
”My life is yours, and if you still find worth in it...” Zeus couldn’t continue, but his thoughts clearly displayed the rest. His life was hers, and she could do whatever she pleased with it, he was her mighty warrior until death, but his worth was lacking and he needed her confidence in him.
The mid day summer sun beat down on the large body of dark fur that slowly crawled up the mountainous terrain. Giant boulders loomed above him, threatening to topple on top of him, but he could care less, 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...
Everything was so familiar, the exhaustion, heat, endless treck up the mountain, it was as if he had experienced it all before. And he had. Only a few years had passed since he had visited Sheba for the first time and demanded to receive one of her gifts that she blessed to every wolf that dared to visit her. But that was only a fable, a myth that proved to be so wrong. He had done just that, but the almighty white wolf would have none of his pride and justly punished him for his actions. He could feel it now, the burning sun touching the scar that slithered across his face. Every emotion came rushing back from that very moment, and the force of it caused Zeus to stumble in his step and almost collaps on his chest. A grunt escaped his clenched jaws and he let a groan rise up on the wind. Letting his body fall to the ground, the tormented wolf howled out, ”Sheeeebaaaa!” he let his voice crack with distress as his face fell towards the ground and his body lay outstretched.
”I know you hear my cry. I know you see my actions.” Zeus whispered at the ground, his face hidden and eyes closed tightly. ”You are the all-knowing White Wolf who gives generously to those who are righteous to you, and deals justly with those who aren’t. You are ageless, you are endless, you are all that is power.” A lengthy pause followed, as Zeus was silent. He knew she was listening, he knew she could hear his whisper, his very thoughts she could read. He could almost feel her powerful presence around him.
”My life is yours, and if you still find worth in it...” Zeus couldn’t continue, but his thoughts clearly displayed the rest. His life was hers, and she could do whatever she pleased with it, he was her mighty warrior until death, but his worth was lacking and he needed her confidence in him.
