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    Ezotz, God of Life and Death


    Starter-


    This Realm was completely separate from the Mortals races. Once during the beginnings of creating the different races the Gods and Goddess lived among them, creating their own families/followers and for a time all was good. But, as the mortal races began to gain knowledge their greed grew and the craving for power become too much. So, the Immortals left. They created a realm where each Being had their own land, invisible lines that weren’t to be crossed by the others. One thing they did not account for was how as they are forgotten their magic fades and so does their life force. Once this was realized they genuinely debated returning to the humans but by then so many Gods and Goddess were too weak from being forgotten, now only a handful live.


    Ezotz, the God of Life and Death is one of those few. He has been alive for so long, millenniums have come and past. Face’s familiar and new flash through the invisible threads of life, faster than a blink of an eye. At least to him. The God knew the mortals saw life as going so slow that it hurt and in a way, he could see that as well. As an immortal, he had the curse to live forever and so sometimes life seemed far too fast while other times it was exceedingly slow. Right now though… Time to have in some way stood still. Nothing truly living and nothing dying. Then again, that is to be expected when in the Realm of Immortals.


    Each God had the ability in the beginning to create their land however they wished. For Ezotz that had been a true gift. There are several separate floating masses of land. Four different floating islands specifically tied to each element; below those is a land with endless mountains and forests. For the most part, everything seems normal, much like the mortal-race realm. But what makes it stand out with its trees and plants. The trees have silver bark, snow-white leaves, and bare golden fruit. While the flowers when at full bloom seem to glow with magic. There are also caves with rare to common gems that never seem to end. Waterfalls that pour endlessly, no matter the weather.


    Though, as beautiful as the land looked there were signs of cracks within its foundation. The tree’s though tall and strong, were weak. Many were toppled over from the random but strong storms that have recently struck the land. The tree’s stopped baring their fruit altogether in fact. The flowers are more wilted looking and their magic barely there. Cave-ins all over. In the center of it all was a temple. It now stood old and outwardly looking more like ruins then a home. The height and magnificence worn by time. Four floors high, the marble stone was chipped and the East wing collapsed because of a tree having fallen through it some time ago. Windows shattered and vines crawling up the columns. The inside luckily was still in decent shape, at least for one to live in.

    ---

    Sightless eyes flew open, laying in a bed all too large for one person was Ezotz. A strange tingling shot through his body and he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his suddenly dry lips. That feeling… Something was awakening but… what? Laying there eyes gazing up the the cracked ceiling above him the God of Life and Death was quite frankly, stunned. The bond that was forced out long ago was warming, that horrible feeling of another's presence was starting to cloud his mind once more.


    “Impossible…” the soft hoarse whisper of the Immortal being echoed throughout the room. Body beginning to shake, long-haired God curled onto his side and silently pleaded for this to be some sort of nightmare and for him to wake up. But Ezotz knew it wasn’t a dream. Good or bad. No this feeling was painfully familiar and brought back a sea of emotions. Sadness. Guilt. Anger. Pain. After so long, they were born once more.

    ALEXANDRE LILLDON


    ALEXANDRE ✦ ✧ ✦ — It was a hot summer night, a night so warm that the air was heavy with an overbearing moisture. It stuck to the skin, adding to the sweat that beaded on necks, practically choking. It was on this night that a little baby boy was born. His mother cradled him in her arms as he cried, his voice loud and strong, and his father watched with pride, leaning close to his wife. When he opened his eyes, they were a shocking blue, although they wouldn't remain that way for long. The doctor who had helped birth the child smiled at the small family, approval in his eyes. "He's a strong thing, he'll have a good soulmate," he said, and the mother beamed. Birthing a baby destined for a good match was high praise. "What will you name him?"


    "Alexandre."


    Alexandre was excited. He ran through the trees that extended from the back of his home and into a forest, having escaped helping his mother cook dinner, but that wasn't what excited him, no. No, tomorrow was to be his sixteenth birthday, the day the connection with his soulmate would fully open, linking them to one another. All the stories of people whose given partners - their matches organized and approved by the gods, so they said - had been perfect for them, leading to their eternal happiness, and finally he would be allowed to receive his own. Or, be linked properly and fully to his own. Alex knew he already had one, waiting. He could feel them sometimes, at the back of his mind. It certainly wasn't a proper, open bond, though. More like a weight in his skull, a heavy box waiting to be opened. Just a reminder that they were there, that he did have someone that was to be his.


    He hoped that they would like him. He didn't know how they couldn't, if they were destined to be matched for one another. Still, he worried. He was nervous. He wondered what kind of person they would be, what emotions would first touch his mind tomorrow. Would they be happy and welcoming, or maybe nervous, like he was? Physically shaking his head to rid himself of the overwhelming thoughts (as well as a stray strand of hair), Alex slowed to a walking pace. It was a relatively cool summer day, with a refreshing breeze blowing through the leaves of the trees and against his face. He tilted his head back, saw a red bird fly across the sky, and smiled. He needn't worry. His match was supposed to be for him. He needed to have faith. After all, his mother always did say he asked too many questions.


    To his left waited a small, flat rock, and Alex drifted over to it, dropping down heavy and leaning back with a sigh. He didn't understand why his parents always yelled at him for being so carefree, so curious, so willing to go anywhere to do anything, especially if there was some mystery involved in it. It wasn't like he would ever do anything bad. The worst that'd ever happened to him was falling out of a tree, and that was only because the branch had snapped. It hadn't been any fault of his own. And anyways, none of his questions were from a negative place; they weren't doubtful. So he wished he could know more about the gods besides whatever the priest preached every weekend, what was so bad about that? It wasn't like they were gonna come here and answer his questions themselves, nor like he had any way to go to them. He only asked, never acted.


    Alex sighed again. He hoped his soulmate - whoever they were - didn't mind his curious nature. He tried to contain it, when necessary, but his limbs always itched to be in motion, to be climbing through forest underbrush and hidden caves. His mind itched to know more, whatever answers may come.


    OOC;; I apologize for the wait on this! I'd hoped to have it up earlier today but,, oops, lol.

    I hope you like Alexandre! I kinda modified an older character for him into someone I thought fit this plot better, so I hope he suits.

    {{He looks wonderful! So, did we want to do a few more posts with your character being 16 before timeskipping to when he is older? Also, take your time. No worries if you can't reply right away, life is hectic.}}

    Fifteen long years since his mate was born… for the second time. Ezotz felt faint emotions through the bond, just like last time. It say that is unnerved him was an understatement. So many thoughts raced through his mind; what will he do if he can’t block the bond? What if the mortal found him one day? That thought was pretty easily dismissed of course, it was impossible for Mortals to even open a portal to the Immortal lands, much less come through and find him. But the knowledge that the one who was supposed to complete him once again, was born had all that guilt and pain came back in full force. Honestly, the first time he blocked the bond had been out of panic and a move of impulse. If he chose that course of action he would be forced to face that it was truly his decision through and through. Could he really accept that?


    With a sigh Ezotz stood gracefully from his study chair and turned, stepping through glass double doors out into the garden. Fingers reached out and watched as the cool flakes of snow fell upon his fingers.


    Snow was indescribably wonderful. Many he knew, hated the cold and the snow even more because of its constant temperature. Not him. No matter the form he took, the snow brought him a strange sort of joy. As it fell, he’d stand for hours feeling the flakes fall upon his skin. However, even in the form of a human God has gotten incredibly sick at times. But it normally took many, many hours. Then him not thinking and falling asleep in sopping wet clothing. Yeah, as wise as he could be his dense also knows no bounds.


    Dimly glowing emerald eyes watched as the snow silently fell, creating a thick blanket of white over the ground. The white flecks mixed within his gaze matched the snow, hypnotizing in it’s own right. Stepping out into the snow, the barefooted God made his way into the trees. From here for about one acre- stopping at the edge of his undetectable shield, the tree’s were not normal.


    Finger’s brushed lightly against the silver tree bark, noting every nook and cranny. The soft trill of a Swallow reached his ears and for a moment his lips twitched into the barest hint of a smile. After a few more hours of constant walking, he had to take a seat. As Ezotz sat, he felt the wingbeats as a small bird came to settle on branch beside him. Turning his gaze upon it, it warmed as it recognized the Yellow Cardinal who insisted on waking the God up from his slumber with its beautiful song.


    “Why are you still here, little one?” the male questioned, voice soft and laced with curiosity. “You should move North, where it is warmer.”

    Receiving a sweet trill, Ezotz chuckled and nodded faintly. Finally deciding to return home, the white-haired being slowly made his way back through the trees. As the Immortal finally reached the edge, his gaze raised to the sky and where the sun was setting. In a few moments the bond would finally fully connect. For the second time, he would severe it. In the end, his former bond-mate would no longer feel the call and could find someone else who isn’t bonded, to be with. They would continue through life and die, all in a span of a few years for the God of Life and death.

    As for Ezotz, he would continue to live for another hundred millennia…


    ALEXANDRE ✦ ✧ ✦ — The day was just as warm as the previous one, the summer heat hazing over the land until everyone who spent any amount of time outside had a sheen of sweat high on their cheekbones and upon the back of their necks. Alexandre's mother smiled and teased him, claiming that a sweltering day was the only one worth having on his birthday, but he wasn't exactly sure why. She only smiled - and the grin looked like it was more for herself than from him - and said that it just suited him. He had no patience for her cryptic jokes, but saying so only made her chuckle more. "Now, dear," she chided gently "I know you're impatient, but you won't really be sixteen until after the sun's gone down. You'll have to enjoy your birthday some other way in the meantime."


    Oh, she really hit the nail on the head - so to speak - with that one. Of course, a mother would know exactly what was causing her son to vibrate like he was trying to slough off his own skin. But it wasn't as though he could help it. Everyone got excited on their sixteenth birthday, the day the connection with their soulmate would finally fully form, allow the sharing of emotions and sensations between the two. It was rather a lot to look forward to, and Alexandre couldn't just ignore it. But, as he faced down another knowing glance from his mother, he took a deep breath, letting it all out with a heavy sigh. "Fine," he grumbled, although he wasn't really angry. Just suffering from the impatience of a young boy used to going out and getting things that he wanted.


    "Can I go out, then?" he asked, a hopeful look upon his face as he glanced to his mother. Most days, he helped his parents with anything that needed to be done. He helped his mother cook, or assisted his father outside on the farm, or if there happened to be anything that needed repairs anywhere on the property. Occasionally, when the two were both busy, he would even run errands. It was only once everything was completed that he was generally allowed the freedom to go and do what he pleased; walk through the forest, meet up with his friends, whatever suited his fancy at the moment.


    However, his mother just smiled kindly. "It's your birthday, Alex, of course you can."


    With the mischievous smile of success, Alexandre abandoned his seat in the kitchen and practically ran out the door. Normally, on his birthday, he would go see his friends, but everyone's sixteenth birthday was treated as an extra special occasion with its own traditions. It was recommended that you spend time alone as the time of birth approaches. Apparently, the feeling of someone else's emotions can get a little overwhelming, no matter how calm both parties may be. His parents said that people often got lost in the feeling for a few hours, making themselves basically useless to anyone around them.


    Of course Alexandre was going to be in the forest whenever the connection solidified. Where else would he go?

    The last time he felt the bond fully come to be, the God was walking through the forest.


    Ezotz knew it was coming, the air around him felt different than it normally did. Suffocating but… in a good way. The emotions while still faint where there, whoever his mate was was excited. At the time Ezotz felt the same excitement and then it happened. The air suddenly shifted and became as cold as ice, before warming and this strong feeling of acceptance flowed through him. In that moment he knew that he wasn’t alone, that on the other side of the bond someone was looking for him.

    But then that magic came through the bond. A familiar but stale magic. It was weak and wavering… Flashes came before Ezotz vision for a few moments. It was enough though, to show him who his mate was, what he mate was. Human. It was as though all he felt became numb and then that overwhelming panic spread through his mind and body. Realization dawned. The God knew his own emotions were dread, fear, anger, and panic. For a second he could feel confusion and then just before he cut the bond, comfort.

    Afterwhich, nothing. No other emotions, just his own. His own magic aura that had been flowing around him as the magic mixed now faded away. Invisible once more.

    "What did I do... " a shaking voice choked out, head bowing. Trembles coursed through his body and he shook his head slowly. “Mortal. Why Mortal…” These words were whispered for house as he stayed kneeling in the dirt, feeling numb inside and out.

    This time, the God of Life and Death was sitting in his study. Adorning two of the four walls- on either side of the wall where the study doors to the inside were and the wall on the left; bookshelves, from the tippy-top of the ceiling to the floor. Books on magic, life, death, stars, weapons, herbs, etc. The ones specifically on life and death he wrote himself, his own experiences about it and about the magic he possessed. The third wall was where a simple mantel and fireplace were placed, a couch in front of it was where Ezotz sat. The final wall entered the garden through glass double-doors.


    As Ezotz sat here, gazing into the flickering flames he did his best not to think about the giant emotions coming through the bond. So similar to the last time yet, somehow different as well. Even as a God soul-bonds were a mystery, the Fates were the ones in control and why this God loathed them so much. Well, one reason anyway. For a split second, the God wondered about his mate. What was the child like? What was his family like? If he’d been a normal mortal would they have worked out? Supposedly soulmates always worked out but… Ezotz had his doubts. How could two beings be truly made for one another? How could two people not doubt their love for one another? After all, the bond wasn’t unbreakable.


    The soft chimes of the clock rang through the temple, down the ruined building, all encompassing. The God could swear he could feel the vibrations from it. Then instead of cold, a burning heat crawled over his body. Instinctively, he ripped off his robes and gasped as if out of breath. Though as quickly as it happened, the heat shifted and felt… nice.


    This time Ezotz saw his aura appear, took note as the aura seemed to thrum and then the glass doors crack! Eyes widening, the male knew whoever his mate was this time was more powerful in some manner. The flames in the fireplace flickered and changed colors, a strange golden-brown. Vaguely, the God wondered if that color meant something to his mate. That was when he remembered what he was supposed to be doing and when he really felt the far stronger emotions of his soulmate through the bond.


    Hesitation. Hands trembling almost uncontrollably. Could he really do this? Should he? Uncertainly slammed into him, but then a nagging voice pointed out why he did it the first time; though in a panic. Time. Oh how he hated time. Eyes hardening, the God closed his eyes. Unconsciously, just before he broke the bond for the second time in his lifetime, the faint feeling of apology made their way through.


    Then once again, nothing.


    ALEXANDRE ✦ ✧ ✦ — For all that the people in his town, in books, in stories, talked about the opening and solidification of their soul bond connection, Alexandre still didn't know what to expect. Perhaps that was the problem in the first place. Too many accounts, too many opinions, too many different descriptions of what it felt like, so his brain couldn't decide which one was the 'most correct'. Maybe none of them were correct? Or all of them? He didn't like not knowing, and he especially didn't like having to wait to find out. He'd sat down on another rock somewhere in the middle of the span of trees, but he didn't feel relaxed. His legs bounced up and down at a wild rate, and his fingers twitched out a nonsensical pattern against the warm stone. He didn't mean to be so impatient, so unable to wait for an answer but, well, that was normal, wasn't it? Didn't all sixteen year old await the exact moment of their birth with eager excitement? Alexandre envied those born in the mornings.


    With a sigh, he slid down the surface of the rock, huffing gently when he hit the ground harder than he'd expected. But still, he didn't move from the new position, and only tilted his head back to lean it against the stone surface. As he gazed at the sky, he noticed how dark it was becoming; the bright blue of day had faded away into a deep combination of purple and orange, the sun no longer visible through the treeline. It wouldn't be much longer now. He settled into the comfort of the forest, and although he still twitched with nerves, he waited calmly for the moment to dawn upon him. A cardinal flew across his line of vision, and Alexandre smiled. The bird must be returning home for the night - they didn't stay out too late.


    As he waited, he wondered about who was at the other end of his bond. What were they like? Where were they from? Would they like him, would his presence in their mind bring them comfort? As the sky changed from orange and purple into the deep richness of a clear-skied night, Alexandre's wandering thoughts and questions kept him company, and he waited.


    It seemed to happen slowly, yet somehow all at once at the same time. A shiver traveled down his spine, certainly out of place in the heat of a summer like this, but it went all the way down to his toes and fingertips. He wasn't actually cold, though. No, he was hot. A heat so warm it shocked him, as if it were actually ice. It got stronger and stronger, nearly overwhelming, and Alexandre curled in upon himself from the force of it, biting at his lip until he tasted blood. But, as suddenly and as strongly as the wave of heat had come, it didn't actually hurt. Somehow, it was actually comforting. His soulmate. He'd never heard anyone describe a bond formation such as this, but it was certainly a difficult sensation for Alexandre to put into words himself. And, in a secret, selfish sort of way, he would he glad if nobody had experience something quite like that. Like it was something special just between the two of them.


    He basked in the feeling of . . . of . . . he didn't know what it was. The presence in his mind was so overwhelming and strong, so powerful and practically inhuman, he couldn't even describe it. But he liked it. It was his, his soulmate, and he treasured being able to know them like this. But, he didn't get to enjoy himself for long. As he became accustomed to the sensation, and the initial shock died down into something more comfortable, Alexandre began to actually understand and identify the emotions that were seeping through the newly formed bond. Uncertainty, panic, fear, anger. He struggled to work the bond, to attempt to question and understand, to not recoil. But then, there was the faintest sense of apology, before nothing.


    Alexandre gasped at the sudden blankness in his own mind. The rush of emotions and sensations abruptly ended, leaving behind nothingness in their wake. There was . . . nothing. His soulmate, the bond, they were gone. He didn't understand. Had he done something wrong? Why would the bond . . .? He recalled, faintly, that bonds could be broken, but he didn't understand why his soulmate would do so immediately, without even having had properly met yet.


    He knew he was trembling, but he didn't care. The sudden emptiness in his mind, along with knowing he'd been abandoned by his soulmate left him feeling hollow and emotionless. He didn't know what to do. What had he done wrong?

    Ezotz sat back against the soft backing of the couch, eyes staring deeply and silently into the flames- which were once again that familiar orangish-red shade. He felt empty. Dead. This was different though, compared to what he usually felt that feeling he would’ve normally described as ‘dead’ but, this… This was truly the feeling. Tears welled in his emerald gaze; when did he shift it no this form? Whatever, it didn’t matter. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes a few tears slipping from them and wetting his face as they traveled down. Time would have been against them. The pain he felt would have been ten times greater if he allowed himself to get close to his soulmate. It had to be done. That is what he told himself, over and over. Trying desperately to convince himself of this.


    Breathing shakily, a wave of magic swept over him causing him to tense up. For a second he thought about turning them away, shoving them right out of his realm. But… Did he really want to? No. A deep breath slipped past his trembling lips, then he opened his eyes and pushed himself up from the couch. His body jerked as his form once again shifted, though this time he noticed.


    Deep dark black hair grew to the floor, his skin tingled as it darkened in color, and as he blinked his eyes changed into icy blue with black flecks. Expression becoming cool and collected, any sign of his previous distressed state was gone. An air of power radiated around him, now collected he moved out of his study and down the hall.


    As he reached the large doors, he mentally went over everything. No one could see him in his weakened state. No one. Satisfied, Ezotz the God of Life and Death pushed open the grand doors; laying at the bottom of the steps was the God’s two snakes.

    “Well, I see you have returned. Though I see that Freyja is not with you, my familiars. Which realm has she wandered off to this time?” the God questioned, arching an elegant eyebrow.


    Unbeknownst to Ezotz, Freyja had a mission one not given by her Master. No, this one was for her Master. Stilling within the shadows, invisible to anyone without strong magic sense, was the dark gray wolf-hybrid. Her mission? To make sure that when the time was right, she fixed her foolish Master’s mistake. For now though, she would wait and watch… See what happens from here, without any inference for as long as it took.


    ALEXANDRE ✦ ✧ ✦ — He was hyperventilating, a distant part of his mind told him, although the thought didn't properly register with the front of Alexandre's consciousness. He felt as though his mental connections were snapped apart from one another. That probably sounded dramatic, but there was no other possible way to describe how absolutely devastated and wrecked he felt. Something wet dripped down onto his knee, and he became aware of the fact that he was crying, nearly sobbing. The only thing stopping him from really, properly crying out was the fact that he could barely breath properly. It was all he could do to force air in and out of his heaving chest.


    He didn't know how long he sat there for, simply crying, but it was well into the night when he finally calmed. Hours had most definitely passed, and it was with a bitterness that he thanked the fact that it was expected of him to want to be alone tonight. He wouldn't have been able to bear it if someone had come looking for him and found him in tears on the forest floor. by now, though, the heavy tracks of his tears had dried, and his eyes felt heavy and exhausted. He was sure that his face was blotchy and red - it would have been embarrassing and shameful, but Alexandre couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. Instead, he just slid further down, until he was on his back on the ground. Distantly, he registered that it was soft, as far as the ground of the forest went; covered in leaves and moss, over layers and layers of loose dirt.


    Taking deep breaths, Alexandre slowly began to contain himself. It still hurt, their severed connection, emotionally and nearly physically as well. He'd been so used to feeling something his entire life. Sure, it hadn't been a properly formed bond, but he'd always been able to tell that he had a soulmate out there somewhere, their presence just barely noticeable at the back of his consciousness. But now there was nothing. As the full bond was purposefully shut off, so was any sense he'd ever had at all of whoever his mate was supposed to be. They were just . . . gone. The absence was nearly affecting him harder than the fact that this person had consciously blocked Alexandre and the bond as soon as it had formed.


    The worst part was, he didn't know why. Sure, he'd heard tell of the rare story where a bond is blocked or severed, but that was only because something had gone wrong between the two. One of them had been hurtful, or they hadn't gotten along, or some other tragic event. They'd all always at least met one another first. Alexandre had never heard of a bond being blocked immediately. He hated it. He hated feeling rejected, feeling unworthy, feeling hated, and most of all, he hated not knowing why. Part of him wanted to blame himself. Maybe his emotions, or whatever his soulmate was feeling from his mind, they hadn't liked. It seemed so crazy, but maybe that's what happened. Another part of him just wanted to blame his so called 'soulmate'. They were the one who had done this. Alexandre had been so exciting and so willing, so obviously the problem was with them.


    The sad thing was, though, he couldn't bring himself to hate them. Oh, he wanted to, so, so, badly. But he couldn't. A small part of him still wanted them, still wanted their bond to be reopened, to have things go right. He wanted to apologize for being inadequate, and demand an apology in return. He just . . . wanted. With a frustrated sigh, he threw one arm over his eyes. He was tired.

    OOC;; Yeah, I think this would be a good opportunity to do that, and then he can be aware that she's around for . . . some reason until he finally figures it out a few years later lol, then he can be more aware that there's stuff beyond the human realm around him

    Interference? It was something she preferred to go by. Like her Master she’s lived a very long life, that which was given to her by the god of Life and death. He’d saved her life many centuries before and she owed him everything. As she lived many years with him, she’d learned a lot from him and interference was one thing she had to agree on. Letting people choose their path was the best course of action. But, guiding them was not considered interference as long as she still kept certain things to her, right?

    Watching this young man look so defeat tugged at her heart. She’d seen her Master’s pain and hated being unable to help, but maybe she could help this human?


    Breathing out she stood and padded forward, the shadows surrounding her seemed to cling to her fur and so took on a sort of melting like scene as she left them. Padding forward, the large wolf kept her body relaxed and overall took a posture of no-harm. If attacked she could defend herself and make her escape, but she’d prefer that not to happen. Coming to stand above the young boy, she gazed down at him with eyes more intelligent than the usual wolf. Letting go a soft whine, she licked his face and then nuzzled his cheek. Don’t let this defeat you. You are stronger than this.


    Freyja would stay beside him- of course she would visit her Master at times, she’s a wolf. They are known for being elusive, right? Making up her mind, she laid down and placed her head on his chest. Yes, this was the best course of action for her. As she lay here, hoping to give the human some comfort memories of the time long ago resurfaced and they solidified her decision.


    A dark gray wolf stumbled to a frozen river, collapsing beside it. Skin and bones, covered in matted bloodied fur. The icy blue gaze filled with pain and want for rest. But tingeing that broken gaze was a glint of determination to survive. With a pain growl, she tried to stand just to fall again and again. Around the fifth try a soft breeze brushed against her bony body and an unfamiliar scent caught her nose.

    Whipping around she stumbled but, did her best to stay standing and in a defensive position. Silver gaze bore into the strange… human? No. The power that radiated off of them was not one of a mere human. Growling lowly anyway, she dared them to come close. Then much to her surprise, the powerful being moved forward without hesitation, coming to kneel a few feet from the weak wolf.


    “You’re dying. I can feel it you know,” the black and white-haired male pointed out gently. Their strangely colored eyes gazing forward but not at the wolf. Continuing to not make any sense whatsoever, the being suddenly raised a hand and waved it slightly. A shocking warmth flowed over her body and the female wolf shifted and tried testing this newfound strength coursing through her bones by trotting a bit closer to the sightless male.

    Sniffing them, the wolf noticed that this ‘not-human’ smelled like… magic. Yelping as a hand dared to suddenly brushed against her fur, she barked and ni[ed at the hand backing away swiftly. Instead of yelping though, the magic entity simple chuckled and gave a quiet apology for startling her. Before bringing his bleeding hand to his chest and cradling it without a word. They made no move to heal it, like they healed her. Strange.

    “My magic should strengthen you for awhile. I shall return later with food for you and your pups,” the male spoke warmly, a small smile upon his lips. Still holding his hand close, the Being stood and left.


    For a few moments the wolf stood there, utterly dumbfounded. But, realizing that her pups needed her and she was just standing there she quickly went to hunt. A few days later, out of pure curiosity the wolf returned with her pups and found food awaiting her and the pups. Day after day, the small wolf family woke to new food waiting to be eaten, until the wolf-mother got all her strength back. Once she was strong enough to hunt for them herself, they started waking to the strange magical being sitting humming. Or hours, the wolf, now dubbed ‘Freyja’ watched as her pups played with this odd creature.


    Several centuries have since gone by with her pups leaving the realm of the living.Today she laid with the one destined to be with her Master, the one who would eventually help repay the kindness the God gave her.


    ALEXANDRE ✦ ✧ ✦ — He was tired, and yet somehow, sleep would not come to him. He supposed that his mind was racing too much; he couldn't properly relax, and he wouldn't be surprised if no rest came to him at all that night. Better than having to go back home and face his parents when he had nothing good to tell them. No lovely stories about shared emotions, no fully fledged bond, just . . . emptiness. Alexandre would rather sit alone with his thoughts on the forest floor than go back to tell everyone what had happened. Or worse, go back and lie. Living through his life, having to endure comments about how 'maybe you'll meet them soon' or, 'have you felt anything strong through the bond lately?' He wouldn't be able to take that.


    As he brewed, nearly lost in his thoughts - swimming with questions and doubts - another chill shivered its way up his spine, and he nearly choked on a gasp of surprise. It wasn't like the forest was cold; there was no cooling breeze in the air, and in fact, it was still rather hot. The feeling mellowed nearly as quickly as it came, but Alexandre still felt uneasy. He dropped the arm that had been covering his widened eyes to the ground and looked around. There wasn't anything there that he could see, but he felt something. As if there was something in the trees watching him. He shuddered with the strangeness of it. Normally the forest brought him feelings of comfort and peace; he'd been coming out here since he was a child and barely ever felt fear here, even in the night. This presence, whatever it was, just felt . . . strange.


    The sound of movement drew his attention quickly to one section of the trees, but there was nothing there, until there was. Or, at least, he thought there was. The darkness of the shadows seemed to be swimming with movement, dragging back as if something was forcing its way through them. He was laying prone on his back, but kicked with his heels to shuffle away slightly in his surprise. Of course, he didn't get very far, considering that he'd slid into that position from a large rock. Alexandre blinked rapidly, attempting to clear away the illusion from his vision, but the distortion of the shadows only got stronger until there was a large wolf emerging from them. A very large wolf, like none he'd ever seen before. He was frozen in fear, but the creature didn't look viscous, there was no snarling, no baring of teeth, so Alexandre simply remained as still as possible, and waited.


    The wolf approached him slowly, her towering form coming closer and closer, but there still didn't seem to be any intent to attack. Alexandre's eyes widened as she stood above him, boring her gaze into his own. Distantly, he was still shocked and frightened by the sudden appearance from nothingness by this very large and powerful animal, but as she let out a low whine and licked at his cheek, he suddenly felt . . . comforted. As if he weren't alone, and like he was going to be okay. It was a very heady feeling. He gasped in surprise again as she collapsed beside him and rested her face upon his chest. "Well, hello," he breathed, not wanting to make too much noise, and ever so gently brought his hand up to touch the thick coat of her fur. He felt peaceful, now. Calm and protected, like everything was going to be alright. This wolf, surely a figment of a dream or his imagination, who appeared out of the shadows, finally gave him means of relaxation. Somehow, she'd encouraged him to be stronger than this.


    Absently, he wondered how a regular wolf could manage all that, and knew, somehow, that she wasn't regular at all.


    OOC;; Did you want to timeskip now, or did you have something else in mind for when he was younger?