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You know, a good deity would visit the cats he was supposed to lead, right? Well, the Sun God had been getting a little too cozy with his boyfriend, so, uhhh, oops, maybe he was slacking a bit. Eh, they probably hadn't all died off yet. It was only a few weeks at best, last time he'd forgotten about his followers for a decade! What a mess that had been... right up there with the 'don't give the mortals superpowers' and 'let's take a dip in the lake, I'm sure the water isn't that bad' idea he once had, shuddering at the thought. Water. Who needed it? Okay, he supposed they needed it to survive, but that really was a stupid way to make living creatures.
No, no, no, he was getting distracted again. He was supposed to be meeting the Promised or something, right? Well, actually, he was simply waiting for the tom to appear, guiding his paws as though they were moving of their own accord to find him. Yay, deity magic. Sooo much easier to just force someone's body to betray them, when they didn't even realize it, than to actually have to put in any effort on his own part.
The deity lazily waltzed through the territory, knowing Mister blood-cat-boy Promised, whatever his name was, would find him soon enough. The snow melted at his paws, a few wayward green shoots peeking up through the now thawed dirt. Fire wreathed itself through his gold-shaded white fur, and the impossibly large Maine Coon quite literally glowed. Around him, the air was dry and comfortingly warm, and the earth thrummed with a dangerous sort of power, the sort of thing that was both awe inspiring, and completely, utterly, terrifying.
Bloodyrondo wasn't quite sure what possessed him to leave camp so suddenly. He had been in the middle of making preparations for the next Romance Festival event when he excused himself with no particular destination in mind. Perhaps he just wanted some fresh air. It was a beautiful day: Sure, snow still coated the ground, but the sun was high in the sky and the temperature was well above freezing. He look a deep breath. Littlestar should be back soon, he didn't know how long the honeymoon thing was supposed to last, but surely it was nearing its end. It had been nice leading the Clan for the past week or so. He'd fallen right into it like the last piece of the puzzle. But.. he missed having her around. The whole experience had been even more stressful than he thought it was going to be.
Suddenly Bloodyrondo noticed that the forest was eerily silent. No birds chirping, he couldn't even hear the wind rustling whatever leaves were left on the trees. The pleasantly cool breeze faded away and was replaced with a deep warmth that seemed to emanate from within but also all around. He looked down as his paws and realized he had stepped into a much larger paw print that had somehow cleared the snow all the way to the dirt. He took a step back and observed another, then another. Bloodyrondo's heart began to race as he followed these steps. The closer he got to his target the heavier the air felt. Intimidating. Powerful. It was as if he was approaching something beyond explanation because he was.
The Sun God's frame came into view and Bloodyrondo held his breath. He raced after him, very conscience of the sound of his own footsteps, breaths, and heartbeats. It was as if he had stepped into an entirely new reality. Upon reaching his target, Bloodyrondo bowed deeply, his muzzle touching the ground, "Sun God. Thank you so much for blessing me with your presence." He began, not sure exactly what to say. He'd had a whole monologue in his mind at once point but the words didn't come to mind when it mattered, "How can I serve you?"
He could sense the tom near without even the need to turn to face him, though when he did, the deity was rather amused by the sight of it all. Bloodyrondo, who bowed to no cat, so it seemed, face first in the dirt, quite nearly, and pouring out thanks and praise that made the Sun God grin. It was quite silly, wasn't it all? Not that he disapproved, of course. He could get used to cats regularly bowing for him, but that wasn't the usual way he was greeted, it didn't seem. Most spoke to him almost with familiarity by now, respectful, but not nearly so guarded. Then again, those cats most often had seen him once or twice before.
The reverence never got old, though before long, he found himself laughing, one massive paw motioning for the Promised to rise. "Ah, Crimsy, you don't mind if I call you that, right? 'Course not, your names are too long as is, I'm sure you appreciate the break from the mouthful that your title are. Anyway. You look like a kit seeing the outside of it's den for the first time." He mused. His words seemed to resonate in the air, charged with a chaotic recklessness that seemed to promote to unexpected. "Walk with me, why don't you? We've not spoken so directly before, I'm sure you've lots to say, share, or ask, and I can't blame you! I am pretty great, aren't I!?" He certainly wasn't like any deity one might hear about. The Sun God seemed altogether far too full of himself even for his large frame, and though he seemed approving of the tom, it was hard not to feel like it was all conditional. On what? Who knew, but his casualness and cordial attitude were most definitely disarming.
This was a very big moment for Bloodyrondo, you know. The moment he got to meet he God he so revered, so worshipped. The Priest Promised had his fair share of flaws but not a soul question his devotion to his religion. The Sun God was at the heart of all of his thoughts; his brother, Moonlit, would call in unhealthy, but Bloody considered it justified. The Sun God was powerful and as well as an active member in the lives of his followers. The very air teemed with his energy; each word he spoke was not only heard, but felt; he didn't ask for attention, he demanded it. What wasn't there to admire?
But... he wasn't quite what Bloodyrondo was expecting. The Sun god spoke so casually, giving him a pet name, insulting his real name... if any other cat had done something like that to him, he would have picked a fight over it, maybe even punished them. Since it came from the Sun God, though, any anger he would have felt over the situation was totally waived. He convinced himself that Crimsy was a great name and that maybe 'Bloodyrondo' was a mouthful. His God had spoken.
When he was invited to walk with him, Bloodyrondo did not waste any time falling into step beside the massive tom. He was careful not to take a step ahead of him and kept his chest puffed out while he walked, "Yes, you are very great. Amazing, powerful. The Clans who do not follow you are the worst kind of fools." Bloodyrondo replied almost right away, thinking carefully about what to ask him first. Of all the scenarios he had run through his mind for his moment, he had though he would be doing a lot more listening than asking. His number one question was one he didn't dare ask - What drove you to pick Moonlitnocturne as a Janus? - so he settled for one more generic, playing it safe, "How do you think the Romance Festival is going? Is there anything you would change?"
Maybe it was a wasted question - he could have asked things like, what's the meaning of life? are there any traitors in SunClan? will leafbare end soon? - but it was what was on Bloodyrondo's mind. The festival was his biggest concern at the present and had also been all in celebration of the Sun God. He needed to know if he did a good job and expected to hear a "Yes."
Yes, yes, continue with the praise. If there was a way to get on the deity's good side, stroking is already massive ego was certainly a good way to do it. Other good ways were sowing chaos, pushing his religion far and wide, and generally causing cats to fear the clan that believed in him.
Of course, in the same vein, Crimsy was really, really, loud. Not so much in the bow down and grovel way, no, the Sun liked that part well enough. Rather, his mind was practically screaming the real question he desired. He was right in the fact it was dangerous, mostly in the fact it was rather easy with such things to imply he'd made a wrong decision, and looking to cats like Autumngossamer, and the curse Foxbane had been able to place on a cat, he didn't seem like the sort you wanted to irritate or question too much.
All the same, he understood the tom's curiosity. Moonlit wasn't.. ah, exactly the sort one usually put into power. 'Specially considering the tom's attitude, and he apparent desire to escape a cult, if his Shadow Era highlight was anything to go by. But the Sun God had already addressed that part of things. "Sometimes what seems obvious to me is not as apparent to others, or even to the cat I've chosen themselves." The deity stated. He didn't outright say that he was answering the unspoken question, though he response certainly didn't fit in with the one he actually dared to speak.
Can he hear my thoughts? Bloodyrondo caught on right away that the question on his mind seemed to be the one his God answered. Littlestar had said nothing about this trait, but it made sense, how else could a God trust a follower if he couldn't at least catch a glimpse of their souls? He suddenly became very, very self-conscious. He didn't want to think something to offend the great Sun God. He loved all kinds of attention but usually he had a little more privacy. But wait, had he ever had privacy? Could the Sun God hear every single one of his thoughts? Had he? Bloodyrondo had only ever be a loyal subject, but there were some things he didn't want the Sun God to see. Like the war he almost started with MoonClan, the time training he spent with DayClan's Azura, his moments of doubt when Moonlitnocturne was promoted Janus while Bloodyrondo himself was left in the shadows...
It wasn't quite a panic attack, but his heart was racing. He was much more preoccupied with what the Sun God answered than the answer itself. Bloodyrondo couldn't just leave him hanging, though, and the silence following the God's words was only growing heavier. But how should he respond? To his heart's question, or the one he actually verbalized? Bloodyrondo decided to settle on the latter, it seemed safer, and he didn't want to assume his mind-reading theory was correct and look like an idiot, "Thank you for the, uh, advice. Maybe I have been too picky in selecting my mate... The Romance Festival is nearly over and I have yet to find her. I shouldn't resist the obvious. I know she's really young, but I should follow my heart and ask Satinpaw out."
