[PRP] Some time has passed [Jaddis x Aketch]

[Syrius Lionwing]

The dry land had called him here, the scent of death hung in the air though he did not of course cause this, a famine had passed through this patch of land and its starved inhabitants had lead him to its doors. The scent of carrion filled the air around him and his companion was living it up. He did not of course begrudge the vulture the meals he found as he followed but seeing so many mortal souls lost always left an ache in his breast.

He had seen a small paw full of living animals from the land granting them passage, granting them a life of food and shelter a wealth if they could endure the famine they held in their bellies just for a little longer. He had sent them on their way and that was all he needed to do. Grant them a life long enough to live.

It took many days for him to leave any such area, though he could fly out of course, he felt no pressing need to move on and as such he had taken up residence here with the pale eyed vulture. The creature amused him and reminded him of another he supposed that was one of the reasons why he allowed the scavenger to tag along. The bird reminded him of times gone by and though one day he knew the creature would die a mortal death that would not be today. The bone thin god turned his stone like eyes to the sky. It seemed the bird was about to join him, the familiar black wings and distinctive face markings, of a beast he considered friend.

“Jaddis! Jaddis the goddess comes!” The bird landed heavily, it’s massive wings beating the ground in to turmoil as he hopped over to the god. “The goddess, our goddess.” Ayunav almost skipped, there was something deep in his soul that told him the goddess that approached was something special to him, it rang in his head and made him a lot more irrational.

The slender god watched the bird buzz about, he had never seen the vulture so excited and beneath the stitches which kept his mouth shut he smiled. “She has been gone a long time Ayunav, before you were born I would say.” He choked out a breath, a sound that always echoed around his chest like the last dying breath, a rattle that hung in the air. “Which goddess did you see?” He tilted his head, perhaps it was the goddess of hazards they had spent some time with her after all, but the bird had never gotten so excited about her, so who was coming?  

[Syrius Lionwing]

A long silence and stillness settled over Jaddis, as was so often the case, he forgot to breath, but for once this was not because of the inconvenience of remembering, this was through shock. He often allowed himself to settle in to this pure silence, the stillness of a creature dead but untouched yet. It had been such a long time. The stillness came from disbelief. Something within him had decided that she was dead, moved on like her mother. It always pained him to think of any of his children leaving the world, by choice or otherwise but that was a gods prerogative. She had vanished not too long after her mother and he assumed, obviously incorrectly, that she had followed her female parent on to the next life.

He watched her stalk, no, circle, she had always reminded him of a vulture, for all of their apparent ugliness to many, he thought of them as beautiful, he had never really thought of them as beautiful until she had been born. A single child, a true part of the circle of life. “Aketch.” He breathed her name so carefully as if saying the word would make her vanish. “I have never forgotten you daughter.. I thought.. I thought perhaps you had joined your mother.” His eyes flashed for a moment a glimmer within them as they turned from stone gray soulless eyes to sight filled eyes, blue as the sky.

The vulture spread his wings “I told you Jaddis, I told you she was here. The goddess.” He yammered his pale eyes admiring. Of course when the god, whom he always accompanied, said daughter, the massive vulture almost fell over. “Daughter? Daughter? She is the goddess!” He clicked his bright beak and looked up in delight though his head lowered in reverence.

The bone thin god looked down at the black winged bird his lips turning in a smile which caused the stitches to stretch and plucked tiny droplets of blood to fall from his mouth. “Yes my friend, a daughter, long lost.” he breathed, past those tightened lips, his eyes slowly dimming returning to their stone emptiness. The eerie stillness of a body that looked like it should be dead returning as his eyes shadowed.  

[Syrius Lionwing]

Alpaca Chobi

The skeleton thin god looked at his daughter and for the first time in a long time his brow muscles moved in a frown. He knew some where that the goddess was gone and that much time had passed, how much time, he did not know. Time moved so fluidly for him he had been alive for far too long to notice life times of mortals. Other gods even came in and out of existence as he had lived, or survived, so though he had grieved those gone he had continued onwards.

Still here she was before him, the goddess of scavengers one of his daughters, alive and well in a fashion. “The bird reminded me of you.” He admitted watching her interact with the vulture was a pleasant thing to see, she had been gone for so long, he forgot how full of life she was. He was lucky, his children had all been blessed with domains that harboured life.

The bright faced vulture spread his wings happily, his long sharp beak clicked as he preformed a sort of bow before the goddess. “My name is Ayunav, and you are the goddess, I could not speak your name so freely.” He croaked his pale eyes fixed upon the lady.

A chuckle arose from behind the black winged bird, laughter wasn;t something that often uttered form the body of bones and skin and it sounded echoey, rattling around inside his rib cage seemingly pinging off each of his visible bones. “I have never seen him so humbled.” The god uttered, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips though the effort of performing this task caused small droplets of blood to rise around his maw.  

[Syrius Lionwing]

Jaddis rose to his paws and move towards the female, the effort of movement seemed pained but he was used to the ache caused by moving. This movement was worth the effort though as he closed in to his child and pulled her in to an embrace. “Welcome home child.” He whispered his voice cracked and for once this was not because of the pain in his chest but because of happiness.

“We are travelling, this bird and I, will you spend some time with us?” The thin god released the female and settled himself on to his haunches. It had been a long, long time since he felt this happy. It was a very welcome feeling.

The vulture clicked his back, he was still a little taken aback. He had no idea that the goddess who meant so much to every scavenger in the land was his companions daughter. “The goddess will come with us?” He croaked his voice cracking with surprise.

Jaddis chuckled glancing at the bird “If she wishes to Ayunav.”

Alpaca Chobi

 

[Syrius Lionwing]

Alpaca Chobi

Jaddis watched his daughter as she went through doubts and questioned herself. He didn’t want her to feel guilty about exploring on her own. She had been asleep for a long time, she had been away for such a long stint and she was still so young, at least by his standards.

“You should enjoy the world daughter. Do not feel guilty.” he smiled briefly his lips pulling tight against the thread that held them shut. “If you need me, I will be here for you.” He approached the clawed lioness, slowly, his bones creaking as he did so, he reached forward and wrapped his head around her shoulders embracing her for a moment before pulling away. “You can find your own place in the world child. If you ever feel like travelling aimlessly, come back to us, we will be waiting.” He chuckled his frame moving uncomfortably.

Ayunav flapped his wings, if a bird could pout, he would have done it. There was an attraction to the goddess, she was his goddess, the goddess of all true scavengers. The vultures. He would tell anyone who would listen that she was here,s he as back, he had met her. The goddess. He listened to the sickly looking god he travelled with though and huffed, flapping to the elder gods back he perched there. Maybe she would return within his life time. He hoped so.

The skinny god nodded to his daughter. “We should be on our way Aketch.” He took a long rattling breath, his brow furrowed sadly. She wouldn’t be coming but he knew he would see her again. “Be safe my child.” He breathed taking a slow, steady step away from her, returning to his ambling, returning to his calling, there was always a famine some where.