Fate's Control~ (BxB, w/Floral Frolic)

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    Slam! The gold and white double doors of the castle slammed shut with such force that the already weakening door cracked. Magic swirled around the furious God as he made his way down the stone steps. Dark cloak flowing around his feet as he reached the bottom of the steps, Ezotz icy-blue and black flecked eyes shot an irritated look towards the castle before a beam of light shine down on him and he vanished. Leaving a carved image of a sword with the sun and moon imprinted on the blade; in the place he stood mere moments before.


    Reappearing in the gardens beside his home, the God sighed and his shoulders sagged. A nudge on his leg caused him to look down with a wry smile. “Ah. I see that you are visiting from your secret getaways. I’m seriously considering that you’ve found yourself a new mate,” voice laced with amusement and curiosity. Kneeling, his fingers carded through her soft thick fur. “The other Gods and Goddess are really beginning to make me question my sanity…” trailing off, the faintest of frowns touched at his lips.


    Standing, Ezotz felt his body tense up and the wind blew around him. A jolt coursed through him, like lightning. Eyes closing, an invisible forced sliced through his dark long hair, as the strands fell they glowed and before hitting the ground the magic around him swept it up and was absorbed. A stinging sensation crawled across his skin, as it lightened in color. Hair splitting between two colors and the length becoming longer, reaching the middle of his back. Those long strands falling like a waterfall. Finally, his pure black and white eyes fluttered open. Sightless once again.


    “Do you ever regret giving up your mortality, my friend? My dear Freyja?” he whispered, voice barely audible. Lately, his dreams consisted of his time as a mortal… as a child. That lifetime had been full of pain and anguish but, at least he knew he wouldn’t live beyond everyone else. That he didn’t have to contend with other Immortals. It was such a pain, such a mundane sort of life. He hated it.


    Smiling bitterly, he shook his head and stood. “So many regrets. The endless mistakes I’ve made during all these Eons. They pile up so slowly but, when I look back- All I feel is anger at myself,” he muttered, hands clenched at his sides. His latest was going to speak with the other Immortals, though the biggest would be severing the bond with his mate for the second time. Would he ever not make a mistake? Gods are thought to be flawless beings, never making mistakes. Or at least they never regretted their choices. But for the God of Life and Death, he regretted a lot.


    A gentle nudge, then the wolf bounded off. The God turned his gaze in the direction she usually went and he hummed. For the last several years his beloved wolf friend disappears for moths on end. Of course, she returned each time. Then disappear for a few days. Each time she came back, her aura radiated of mortals which was quite intriguing. The only reason he allowed her to go was because of the time differences in his realm and the mortals. Time in the mortal realm moved faster and so for example, if she stayed in the mortals realms for a three weeks, it'd only be a week here.


    Time was fickle in itself. Ezotz tried to not think about it too much, as it gave him a headache.

    ALEXANDRE ✦ ✧ ✦ — The sun's rays seemed to be boring down upon the Earth today, leaving his skin hot and flushed as he tended to the cabbage crop that his father was currently attempting to cultivate. It was late in the summer season - the perfect time to begin a new growth cycle, and with luck, this patch would be ready for harvesting sometime later in the year. Alex stood tall from where he'd been hunched over the freshly tilled dirt, and stretched his back with great relief, his arms extended as far as they could reach above his head.


    For the past few years, he'd settled into a comfortable pattern of working on the family property, not just as a son who was forced to, but as an adult who'd chosen to. It was what he knew, and being that there weren't many opportunities for change provided in this little town, Alex had settled for what was easiest. He wasn't unhappy, so to speak, but, well, he'd settled for a lot of things in life, even when he'd much rather have something else. Something more. He purposefully ignored any conversation regarding soulmates, and his parents as well as anyone who knew him wisely did the same. He didn't have much good to contribute to that topic.


    Satisfied with the day's work, Alex carefully extracted himself from the field and returned his tools to their proper positions in the barn. The two family horses neighed at him as he passed, and he stopped with each of them, patting their soft noses and gently rubbing their flanks. They were old girls by now, but still did excellent work. They were so sweet though that, honestly, Alex wouldn't care if they did a terrible job; he'd still love them, as he did all animals. He had an immense soft spot for them.


    But eventually, as the sun was beginning to set, Alex left the horses to their carrots and hay, and began his well worn - marked over years and years of use - path into the forest. Ever since he was a child he would come here nearly every single night. Whether he stayed for just a few moments, or for hours, it didn't matter. He just always felt drawn to it. Even the . . . sad memories of his sixteenth birthday didn't sour the appeal of the trees to him, even if they did occasionally make him feel a little melancholic. He wasn't going the let what they'd done ruin the rest of his life. The ache may still be there, and maybe he couldn't ever truly move on from it, but he could smile and pretend, and that was better than nothing.


    As he walked, weaving through some of the closer grown trees, he wondered if the wolf would show up tonight. Ever since that night, she seemed to always be around. Every once in a while there'd be a handful of days where she would disappear completely, never showing herself at all though, and he'd never been able to figure out where she went. Alex used to be fraught with worry, but she always came back, so he'd just come to expect it now. Of course, that wasn't to say that he didn't miss her while she went away to . . . wherever it was, because he did. Imagine that, missing the mysterious companionship of a towering wolf that had walked out of the shadows and into his life seven years ago.

    {{Hello~ How are you? ^_^
    So, I was planning on having Freyja lead Alex to the portal which will take him to the Immortal realm, any ideas on how or when you'd like that to occur?


    Edit- Like in my next post or one or two after that? And should any particular occurrence should happen}}

    ooc;; hi! c: im good, how are you~

    but hmm, maybe she shows up now and just . . . pesters him and tries to drag him along until hes like, 'wtf' and follows after her? seems like the most effective way to me, lol

    {{I can do that!
    I'm okay. The State I live in is practically on fire. XD}}


    Freyja found that she very much enjoyed spending time in the mortal ream, something she had hated when she herself was mortal. But, what was different now to then was that she was stronger and had someone who cared about her there. It was odd but more than welcome.


    The first year or so that Freyja had decided to watch over her Master’s mate was thrilling. It brought her a fearful excitement she’d forgotten about, traveling between worlds and wondering if her savoir would find out what she was doing. After about a year, she realized that Ezotz would not confront her about it and let her go without complaint, she relaxed and felt happy. She knew that the God cared and worried for her, but how he took this sudden change in stride proved to her that the male trusted her and her strength.

    When she realized that she very much wanted to tell him about meeting the mortal mate, wanted to reunite them immediately. Yet, at the same time, the wolf knew it was far too soon. Even though it genuinely pained her to see both Master and Master’s mate be in pain over this predicament; Freyja was patient. Nevertheless, she would know when the time was right.


    Stepping out of the shadows into that familiar clearing, she sniffed the air and followed that familiar scent to where Alexandre was. Roaming through the darkening forest, the she-wolf’s eyes danced about. The wind was strong and… strange. Finally reaching her destination, her icy eye glowing. Now. Now was the time.


    Padding forward, she paused and dipped her head in greeting. Greeting over with, she trotted to him passing him and coming tos atdn behind him- nudging him. Freyja was careful not to use her full strength, as that would cause an injury, but still put enough power into it to indicate that she wanted the big lug to move. Giving the blonde-haired male a few good nudges, she moved back to his front and and up to the treeline; her eyes gazing imploringly at him. Not for the first time did the gray wolf wish for the ability to clearly communicate with the two-legged races; not even the God of Life and Death could speak her language or her speak his. Luckily, Ezotz just always seemed to know what she was wanting to say.


    Meanwhile, a ways into the forest where Freyja came out a small spark that indicated a soon-to-open portal flickered into existence. Once… Twice… The third sparked a larger glow and a swirl-colored portal opened.


    ---


    Blinking, blind eyes raised from the book laying loosely in his fingers. A soft wave of magic danced over him, the magic was undoubtedly a portal opening somewhere nearby. Every few centuries this happened, a portal opened here in his or another Immortals’ realm, when the magic in another realm surged with uncontrollable power.Whether this magic was felt in the source of the realm Ezotz did not know.


    “Anubis, Aphrodite. Mayhap you will gain another new friend this time?” The God wondered aloud, remember when this phenomenon happened so long ago and each time brought him a new companion; not every time did a being made its way into the portal survive the transition. But, so far, two of those times brought Aphrodite and Anubis to him.


    Feeling Aphrodite slither onto his lap, up his arm, and drape around his neck he chuckled. “Do you not want a new friend, my possessive Mamba?” Ezotz questioned, voice lited with mirth. A soft hiss and tickled touched his ear and he shook his head slightly, before reaching up and very gently caressing the cool scales.


    Anubis watched the Black Mamba make her way to their Master before, slowly leaving the study. Unlike his fellow snake he would welcome the new company, not to mention he just had a feeling this new friend would shake things up.


    ALEXANDRE ✦ ✧ ✦ — As he strolled - his pace leisurely - through the tall tree trunks and into a small clearing where a tree had fallen, Alex was rather unsurprised - and quite happy - to see the familiar pelt of the wolf emerge from the shadowed, thicker part of the forest. He had no name to call her by, even after all these years, but refused to believe that she didn't have one. It just . . . didn't seem right to think of her as some standard, wild wolf; it didn't suit her. She had a magnificent presence, and Alex always felt calm with her nearby. Rather than sully her integrity with whatever name he might think of, he left her without one, and simply regarded her as 'the wolf'.


    "Well, hello again," Alex greeted her with a smile. "Where'd you run off to this time?" he knew she would never answer back, but talking to her just came naturally. In fact, he spoke with all the animals he came into contact with, whether other people thought it was weird or not. He knew that they didn't properly understand him, but he liked to think that his general intent often got across to them. Her icy gaze seemed to study him intently, as it often did, and Alex found himself wondering - not for the first time - what she could possibly be thinking.


    To his surprise, she rounded him, coming to stand behind his back. He didn't move. He'd been around this wolf enough to know that she wasn't going to hurt him, so he was more curious than anything. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, trying to observe her. "What are you do-" he began, but was cut off when she used her nose to push into his back. "Hey, hey," he said, surprised. She'd never acted like this before and, wow, she was strong. The nudges, which were surely nothing when compared to what her full strength probably was, nearly knocked him forward and off his balance.


    Thankfully, she didn't continue the abuse, and rounded Alex once more, only to walk completely past him until she was even with the treeline. What was with her today? She'd never done anything like this before, although it was pretty obvious what she was trying to accomplish. "You want me to follow you? Where are we going?" he asked, but was already moving to go after her. Let it never be said that Alex would ever pass up an opportunity to discover something new.


    ooc;; oh noo, i hope you don't live in cali and mean that literally lol

    Freyja padded along quietly, footsteps swift as she made her way to the area where the portal was open. As she moved along she wondered how this would play out. If need be she'd interfere but... for whom? Her loyalties were to each male and she didn't want to see either one hurt, however, she may need to pick a side and that truly worried her.


    Stepping through the tree's, her blue gaze fell on the circle of magic. The power that came off in gentle waves was the magic that surrounded her Master's realm, his magic. Pausing, she glanced back at the man following her just to make sure he was still there. Seeing him close behind, she moved to the portal and stepped through it without hesitation. Just as all the times before, the magic enveloped her and felt warm. Colors danced around her and then she was stepping out into the gardens of her home on the immortal plains.


    ‘Ah. Greetings, Anubis. A mortal will be here soon, do not attack.’ Freyja conveyed to her friend. Though she could not communicate with the two-legs, she could speak with her fellow animals. Which had not been the case when they first arrived, not until after their master used his magic to bind them to him did the animals find they could send each other messages, short and simple but still something.


    The Rattlesnake bowed its head, now his curiosity even more piqued at the elder animals’ message. It was not new to him nor Aphrodite taht the Wolf had been visiting the mortal realm but, ti was shocking that she dared bring a mortal here. Who and why? He supposed he would find out soon enough, he also hoped this wouldn’t blow up.


    {{Sorry for shortness, I wasn't sure what else to add without going too far.}}

    ALEXANDRE ✦ ✧ ✦ — As he trailed after the wolf, Alex remained silent, leaving only the sounds of their footsteps on fallen branches and leaves, and the wind blowing through the trees to accompany them. He was certainly curious; she'd never tried to lead him anywhere with so much demanding purpose before, and the deeper they got into the forest, the more he wondered where they could possibly be going. The more they walked, the . . . stranger that Alex felt. It was the same feeling he got whenever the wolf was around - especially the night he'd first seen her - except only stronger. He couldn't really put a name to it, though. It just seemed as though something was off.


    As they stepped through the trees and into a small clearing, the feeling's cause became immediately apparent. At first, Alex thought that surely he was just seeing things - he even rubbed furiously at his eyes until color spots appeared in his vision, but to no avail. The swirling . . . whatever it was didn't budge. His eyes were wide, unblinking as he stared, but the wolf didn't seem bothered as she looked back to him once before stepping through it and disappearing. Is this what she'd wanted him to follow her for? Was she expecting him to walk into that? Where would he end up afterwards?


    He approached it slowly, with great trepidation, and swallowed down his nerves thickly. Did he trust this wolf? He supposed he did, didn't he? She'd comforted him on that terrible day so many years ago, and had been nearly always around ever since, never doing him any harm. And, she had walked through it, so what was the worst that could happen, really? A small voice in his head said that he could die but, really, what were the chances of that? Besides, he was far too curious to walk away from this without at least getting a closer look. Mustering up his courage, Alex closed his eyes and took one, two steps through the portal.


    It was . . . warm. Tingly. A little strange, but not really unpleasant. The warmth was nice, and once it disappeared he opened his eyes, finding himself somewhere wholly unexplainable. He was in a garden, or at least, he was pretty sure it was a garden. The trees and plants looked nothing like the ones he was used to, though. The bark was silver, the fruits were golden, and the flowers seemed to glow, although it was muted; only noticeable when he truly stared. It was quite beautiful in all its strangeness. Alex's eyes were wide as he took it all in, walking aimlessly in a circle in an attempt to see absolutely everything. Where had that wolf lead him?


    As he looked around, he noticed the wolf was there as well, a little bit further into the garden. He approached her slowly, only to notice that there was another animal there as well; a rattlesnake, by the looks of it. Somehow, Alex got the feeling that this wasn't an average snake, just like he knew that she wasn't just an average wolf. "Hello," he said to them both, because he always had to greet animals, even if they wouldn't respond. "Where did you bring me, huh?" he asked then, turning to the wolf and looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Honestly, what had she gotten him into?


    ooc;; it's completely fine, no worries!

    Ezotz finally felt the faint thrumming of magic reside, but the presence of a living creature had replaced that. As a God he had several different gifts, specifically as the God of Life and Death he could feel the presence of living and dying beings differently. The few times he tried to explain how it felt to the other Gods they looked at him as though he were insane.


    “Living beings feel rotten but dying ones feel clean… warm?” The Goddess of Dreams and Nightmares repeated slowly, voice dumbfounded. That made little to no sense.

    The snow-haired God gave a tiny shrug, that was the words he’d use. “I… Uh, yeah?” Uncertainty obvious.

    “I suggest you keep that to yourself, Ezotz,” Atix murmured, sipping her tea as he eyed the younger God.


    After that he did keep it to himself, also opting to mention that God’s and Goddess had their own unique feel. Of which was not exactly… nice.


    Standing and taking off black and white robes, he stroked the black snake’s head. Under the somewhat more ‘majestic’ robes that he’d worn to that dreaded meeting, was a rather simple tunic. The trim was black and the rest of it white, with darker grey intricate designs upon the cloth. White tassel earrings, and black jewelry consisting of a necklace and a few bracelets adorned his body. Meetings were the only time he dressed this nicely.


    “Let’s go see our visitor, hmm?” voice warm and curious. Receiving a soft hiss in return, he took that as approval and the God meandered out of the room he was in. This room was right off his study and didn’t have clear access to the garden like the other room.


    As Ezotz made his way into the study, through it, and finally step into the gardens the feeling seemed to shift. The guest was still a living soul, but something about it felt off. Odd. Pausing just beyond the glass doors, he took a second to try and shift into a form that could see. Perhaps having sight would help unravel this oddity but no luck. Still his magic control seemed to be out of reach and so he was stuck until it deemed it time to change.


    With a frown tugging at his lips, he found he recognized some of the souls in the garden. Anubis. Freyja. They didn’t give off an air of hostility either, so that was good? He trusted his companions of course however not knowing what they saw was unnerving to say the least. Not to mention that something about this soul felt familiar?

    ---


    Taking notice of her Master, Freyja padded on past Anubis and to his side. His form was his most balanced one but also the unseeing one. Knowing his ways, she gently nudged the hand that hung loosely at his side. Relax.


    Going behind him in the same fashion as she'd done with Alex, she nudged him forward and ignored his quiet protests. Time to meet, whether he wanted to or not.

    ALEXANDRE ✦ ✧ ✦ — Where exactly was he? It was obvious that wherever he was, it wasn't any sort of place that people normally wandered into. The air was thick with . . . something that his lungs weren't used to breathing, and he inhaled deeply, attempting to accustom himself to it. The land beneath his feet was strange as well; plants he'd never seen before sprouted from the ground, although many of them were weak and wilted. There was still a beauty to them, a unusualness that made Alex wonder why they'd fallen out of care. His eyes were darting about everywhere, unable to find one single thing to focus on, and he felt like if he spun his head around in wonder for too much longer, he'd be dizzy.


    The sound of footsteps approaching was what finally drew his attention, and Alex looked to the side. A sort of fear began to overtake him. He was in a unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people. Sure, he trusted the wolf who'd lead him here - at least to some degree - but would everyone be so trustworthy? The sight of the person - were they a person? Or were they something else? - who entered the garden startled Alex into backing up a few steps in surprise. The wolf, though, seemed to face no issue, and actually rounded the man in order to push him forward in a familiar movement that Alex recognized all too well.


    He was, well, interesting, to say the least. Alex had never seen anyone like this before; long hair, split between black and white, heterochromia composed of the same colors, and scars or marks that looked something like lacerations marred across his arms. Who was he? Alex found that he could only stare, caught somewhere between fascination and fear, unsure of what exactly was going to happen now. Was this man going to hurt him, or was he going to be friendly to some degree? He shuffled another step backwards, his hesitation winning against his curiosity, although he was very curious. He'd asked before, and would ask again; where had the wolf brought him? This person had some sort of strange presence and Alex felt drawn to it in a way, although he was at a loss to explain how that could possibly be.


    "Uh, hello?" he said, his greeting phrased more as question than the statement it was meant to be. "Who, uh, who are you?"

    Eztoz was used to being alone, that is until he met his animal companions. When he allowed them to stay, one by one as they became creatures he spoke to and expected to always be around, he found the thought of them being gone a horribly painful one. They brought him happiness he had not been used to. Then the whole mate issue came up and… well, he chose to push that away, twice.


    But now, standing up a few feet away was his… man. A mortal soul standing upon the grounds of the Immortal lands. The God found his form pleasing, but not much different from the other God’s and Goddess; two arms, legs, a head. The overall appearance was very handsome, even compared the usual glow of a powerful aura that the Immortals had. Yet, somehow as his sightless gaze pierced the human, it gave him a feeling he never felt before.


    The male’s words danced across the soft wind and he titled his head slightly. A question? A statement? The words were wrapped in confusion. Well, it would be impolite to not answer, right? “Ah, I’m Eztoz. Did Freyja bring you here?” he kept his voice calm and while not necessarily friendly, it wasn’t hostile. Polite was a good term. A part of the God wanted to try and transform into one of his other forms, one where he would see but- the chance that it would work as slim and the consequences unpleasant at best.


    Instead he focused on the feeling of this living mortal soul. Now that he thought about it, the feeling this Mortal gave off wasn’t rotten. How? Mentally, he scoured for another time that he may have felt this way but no. This would be the very first time that he came across a true living soul who didn’t make him feel sick. Freyja and his other animals were special in that while living they technically weren’t. So their feeling was clean. Why did this male human feel so… nice. Warm. Clean. Pure? It didn’t make sense. ‘Who exactly did you bring me Freyja-’ Thoughts cut off as a sinking feeling began to fester. No, impossible. Sure the she-wolf was extraordinary, time and time again she proved this. But to be able to track down and find the soulmate that the God severed ties with? Absurd. Right?


    Swallowing, his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. Magic began to flow around him, then his transformed once more.


    The half white part of hair blackened as the strands grew in length, brushing against the pure white ground. As that happened his body changed shape too, from light tan too much darker and muscular. Finally, the single tattoo vanished and scars appeared upon his skin, eyes settling on icy blue with black flecks. Letting go a shuddering breath as it ended, he shook his head and now was able to see the man before him. Oh.