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As darkness overtook the sky, swirls of grayscale clouds converging over BrookClan territory in ominous warning. Arcs of lightning lit up the sky not soon after, the booming thunder of the leaffall storm seeming to shake the ground beneath her paws as she wandered without direction. Tension seemed to carry on the whipping wind, and Springlockedgrave's heart sank as the skies broke, a momentary silence that deafened the world broken by a downpour of rain that soaked her to the skin. By now, others would be inside their dens, displeased by the storm at best, fearful at worst, given the recent events of the flood. For, though the waters had receded and all was well within BrookClan, cats were not so soon to forget the tragedy that had befallen them. Those they'd lost, and those still here were likely on the minds of everyone as the storm raged on, colorful leaves being ripped from their branches and thrown into the chaos right before her golden eyes.
On harried paws the Vrachii made her way to the hollow of a tree, not to far from the Haunted Brook, for she could hear the whispers in the back of her mind, urging her on to simply walk into the water and be lost in the brook's depths. Truly, the idea was tempting to the paranoid feline, the idea of her world ceasing, giving way to utter calm a tantalizing prospect. But today was not the day where the voices would sway her to give up her life. No, today would prove to be much more... interesting. She could feel it.
How long she stayed within the tree, Springlockedgrave didn't truly know. Her fur dried, and the she-cat had laid down on the dusty earth, thunder and rain drowning out the sounds of all else in her mind and lulling the she-cat into uneasy sleep, until rain gave way to multicolored skies, the golden-red light of dusk filtering through the trees, the storm's cries fading to cricket song and the creatures of the night came forth with twilight's descent.
Awakened by some unknown force then, did the scarred feline awake suddenly, head rising sharply, a sense of urgency overcoming the she-cat as eyes opened wide, body tensing in anticipation. What had startled her, returning her back to consciousness, she wasn't certain. Whatever it was, however, Springlockedgrave had the distinct feeling that she should remain where she was, rather than attempting to leave and head back for her den. It never even occurred to the she-cat that the voices in her mind, whether from Haunted Brook or insanity, had been silenced, leaving only her own erratic thoughts to fill the growing darkness.
They had watched the world through the night, their tail flicking at the sight of the rain. Oh, how she understood that such rain meant terror for their children. Too many of them had passed from this life to the next during the last storm, and the creature could understand the fear stench. However, this rain was not meant to destroy or punish. Their son had done all of the punishing that they would allow, at least for now. This meant that BrookClan would be in a period of safety, if only for a moment, resting in the paw of the god that loved them more than any other god did. They would protect their children from the storm; they wanted to teach them that there was no reason to always be afraid by the thunder rolls.
Such a weather shift, too, was a warning from the creature. Not necessarily a warning of danger, not all warnings were of such a sort. If anything, it was a warning to be alert, to be aware. Something was coming, and the weather was a way of conveying this message before they entered the living world. A way for them to speak without speaking, to let those living know that this would be a time to stand guard. Of course, then, the weather would not last forever, and by dusk, they decided that their daughter, who had been sung to sleep by the thunder, had enough warning. Slowly, the rain stopped, revealing soft evening light.
Perhaps it was no surprise that Nivet would make their appearance in the faint twilight. After all, the god was strongest when things were in balance, and the the very moments when there was an equal amount of golden red light to darkness were the moments in which they often made the leap from the other plane to the earth. This was not a spur of the moment decision, though. It never was something Nivet decided to do half-handedly. After all, if they made it a point to constantly walk with the living, they would play a role in interference of the lives these creatures were meant to have. This was not Nivet's goal, not the job they chose to have, unless they felt they truly needed to. It was not easy to stay in the world of white, watching their children suffer under the seeming glass ceiling of reality that separated them, but Nivet was a god who wanted their children to be able to choose for themselves. However, this was not always possible. There were times where the head of the gods broke their own vows to do little more than protect. This was one of those times, a time where Nivet found themselves compelled to enter the mortal plane.
The god sighed gently, before their body slipped across into the world of the living.
Suddenly, Nivet could be seen by Springlockedgrave. They made a sudden appearance across from the she-cat, their eyes warm and maternal.
"My child, I am so sorry it has taken so long for us to finally meet."
There was a certain feeling to those whom the cats of the clan's served, whether it be a long dead ancestor, or a god such as stood before her now. For Springlockedgrave, instinctively, knew this was no figment of her imagination, this cat, who had appeared before her very eyes, was far more than she could describe. The very air seemed to shift, touched with an otherworldly energy that clung to every strand of her scarred and unkempt golden pelt. Had she wanted to, she couldn't describe the surreal feeling that came over her then. It was as though the fog that clung to her mind was gone, ripped away by the cat's mere presence, leaving her with a feeling she could neither place, nor did she particularly like, if she was honest. Something like clarity, but entirely foreign in a way that made her a bit uncomfortable. Or perhaps that was all simply an effect of being face to face with a deity.
If Nivet wasn't strange enough already simply in their presence, their appearance was certain to draw a second look. Feline in nature, but utterly unlike the likes of which the Vrachi had ever seen. That too, only added to the bizarre feeling of this meeting. Important indeed, if she was to be visited by a being such as this, though if everything within her wasn't absolutely certain this was reality, she'd have almost dismissed this entirely. It was far to unlike anything she'd encountered before, memories of her past and the ancestors she'd once been raised to revere prompting her to tread with caution, for no deity nor predecessor had ever come to save her, why should this one be any different?
It was with this mentality her mind moved forwards, invisible walls made of glass erecting themselves all around her, mental shields that refused to let hope into her heart, tickling that part of her mind once more rooted in skepticism and paranoia. With slow, deliberate movements, she rose to her paws, golden gaze flickering over Nivet's body before settling on their face after some measure of hesitation. "To what do I owe the honor?" Her voice was far calmer than she had expected it to be in addressing the deity, though not nearly so warm as the gaze that rested on her pelt. Springlockedgrave's tone wasn't ungrateful, per say, but questioning, with a vague sharpness that only distrust could bring.
Why her, of all cats? If there was anyone who a god would choose to visit, she was most certainly not the first choice in any capacity, cynicism aside.
Nivet had a way of doing that, destroying the fog around their children. It was a talent that was created between their paws in order to better understand those who were living. Their children were enigmas to them, as much as they wished this was not true. To counter that, they had crafted a presence that made others focus on them. They breathed into life a clarity, but not the kind of clarity that each cats could experience without them. It was a different kind of clarity, one that came with seeing a god in the flesh.
Nivet shifted her body, trying to get as close to the size of Springlockedgrave as possible. This was not particularly easy, being that the bobcat was nearly twice the size of an average cat. This could be daunting to some; it was more than likely daunting to almost all cats. "You are not imaging this, daughter. I am here." The bobcat's tail, if she really had a tail, twitched slightly as they looked at the Vrachii. They then sighed slightly.
"I have been meaning to come to see you for more than a moment or two, child. I have seen the things that you have seen, felt the pain you have felt. I should have come earlier. I feel as if I have abandoned you, and that is not fair to you. I should have came sooner. For that, I will always be apologetic." Their head tilted slightly. "The honor, my child, is mine to finally be in community with you."
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 22, 2018 14:26:57 GMT -5
You are not imagining this. Well, she'd gathered as much. Once more, golden eyes drifted across the bobcat, gaze wary at best as the god continued to speak, her words attempting to assuage any fears Springlockedgrave might have. Even so, no apology or regret could really sway the Vrachii's mind, at least not now. It was easy, to say one thing, but Nivet's action's said another thing entirely. There had been countless times over the last moon alone in which the deity could have appeared, could have stepped in or even simply acknowledged the suffering of one of their 'daughters'.
But nothing. Radio silence. Needless to say, it would take more than one word of apology to convince the she-cat to put her faith in anyone, let alone in a being who held more power in a single paw than anyone in BrookClan could ever hope to obtain. After all, she was no monarchy born cat. This god was foreign to her. As such, her next words were a bit more pointed, reiterating her previous question in an effort to get to the root cause of Nivet's presence. "Why are you here?" She repeated, tone remaining guarded as she waited for an answer.
Springlockedgrave had never been great at small talk anyway.
The tone of voice the she-cat gave made the diety flinch slightly. It was not a harsh tone, but they could sense that the she-cat was not yet willing to come into the arms of the creator of the Monarchy. Their eyes lessened in intensity, a mourning shade tinting their irises. Had Nivet failed to save one of their children? Had they come too late? Nivet hoped that their fear would not come to fruition. They hoped that this cat was not yet gone.
"I am here because I believe you and I should talk. I want to understand you, and I want you to understand me." The words were strange coming out of the deities mouth. Of course, she knew many things about Springlockedgrave. Since the she-cat had entered the ranks of the Monarchy, the bobcat had walked next to her, near to her. They had experienced the moments of happiness and despair, just as Nivet did with all of her children. Yet, they had never come to Springlockedgrave in a way that the she-cat would have been able to feel. Maybe that would have changed her experience, if she would have understood that they were there, ready to carry her if only she needed. "I have come to make ammends."
"Well, you're here. What did you want to talk about?" Springlockedgrave intentionally left herself out of the equation for the time being. She was willing to listen, not that she was being given much of a choice in the matter, but she hadn't yet decided if she wanted to actually engage in a real conversation. She'd been told a lot about this deity, but stories were just that, stories. What Nivet was actually like was a mystery, and the Vrachii wasn't certain she'd find out anything of relevance from a single conversation. After all, it was easy to put on a mask.
"You probably know plenty about me already, I don't see why you'd care to know more."
Nivet did not believe in masks, nor did she believe in dishonesty. Perhaps this was why they chose, at times, to just say silent. Silence was better than hearing their children cry, only to have no reassuring words to tell them. They did not like to feel their children ache. This was especially true when the felines experienced punishment for a lack of balance. Nivet was a god quick to anger when balance was disturbed. Yet, they failed to believe that this was the cause of Springlockedgrave's problems. Nivet was not the one to lay punishments so heavy-handedly. It was Cauil, the god of suffering, who did so. He had taken a liking to the Vrachii, it seemed.
"I care to know more because my affection for my children is great, as large as the universe in which I have painted for each one of you," they murmured quietly, their voice a soothing melody of notes that fit together perfectly in a strange song. "I want you to know me, feel as if you can trust me." Their eyes blinked and the bobcat shifted. "I do not believe this is possible unless you know me better first, dearest Springlockedgrave. I can that you are untrusting of me. What can I do to change that? What can I tell you that could open your heart to listen?"
