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Post by arashi on Jul 1, 2011 13:24:58 GMT -6
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[/b] this?[/color] what can I say to make this all go away?who am I to think that life is easy?when will the voices stop?[/ul] The light flooded the sky above me, turning it a milky blue. The demon's night was ending, and my eyes could see the world again. The intricate designs that Ra gave us looked like sketches compared to the shining light that gave us all warmth and happiness. A tiny sigh escaped me, combining all the bad and good things in the world, and releasing it into the warm air.
I sat back with a smile on my face, closing my eyes as the warmth of the breeze rustled my fur. I was at peace. War could be imminent right now, but this moment was all I cared about. This moment, where Ra's light prevailed over the darkness, and where his warmth spread through all who could appreciate it. I looked at the sun's rays for signs of anything. They produced nothing but a sign of a good day for a certain cat that could read them. I sighed again, but this time, it was a lonely sigh. No one ever would know these signs. It was like a secret I could tell no one.
My tail twitched with irritation. Why did I have to be chosen for this life of loneliness? Rage, for a second, flashed in my eyes. But I calmed down, knowing that anger was useless when misdirected. I just needed to look at the bright side of things; the bright blue sky, the warmth of Ra's sunlight. Everything was happy. I was happy.
But really...was I?
notes;; BLEH.
word count;; 250
muse;; 2.5/10
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vanya,
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Post by vanya, on Jul 1, 2011 14:14:10 GMT -6
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It was one of those mornings. Praa Monthu was in a surprisingly good mood, padding about the freshly built camp that his Cult now called home. It was quiet, clear...a blessing of a day imminent. A day that the Cult would certainly enjoy.
He spotted the light lavender form of Tau, the Cult's Ra. Not to be confused with himself, of course; as the son of Ra, he was the only true biological tie with the gods - or so the Cult believed. The Ra was, however, blessed with the ability to interpret signs from the world around them, shape them into prophecies. A fairly useful ability.
Monthu strode over to her, standing a tail-length behind her, his tail flicking lightly. "It is a blessing to stand under this beautiful sky that Ra has given us," he said, coolly, before sitting with his head high and back straight. A good Pharaoh always has a noble stance, even in relaxation, even in sleep.
He was just coming out of the cycle-long silence that came from speaking with the gods. They'd had little to tell him, though they showed approval of the Cult arriving on what he knew now to be SoulClan territory. He snorted under his breath. Godless cats, he thought, sinking his claws into the earth in mild irritation. They did nothing but dirty the ground that Ra created. He wanted nothing more than to sink his claws into the fur of some foolish Clan cat, but he knew better: the Cult did not attack without a sign from the Gods telling them to do so.
Speaking of which...he turned his yellowed gaze back towards Tau with interest. "Have the Gods given you any signs, Tau?"
just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: horrid post is horrid; credit to gREY of OTE |
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