Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Sept 25, 2010 22:32:00 GMT -5
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Peace is not a road traveled by one belief or another. Whilst those known to the world sit above, the voodoo king walks bellow with as much right to the throne as them. Men do not become gods after they die, they merely gain a power they did not have previously. It is a hard lesson to learn for those mortals who follow the old gods. Dio and Skoll are not the essence of truth. They are just the same as those they served. Just as flawed. And it is a bitter lesson for mortals who look so desperately for perfection.
Proof of failure floats through the veins of the dying peace leaders. Lost as they all are in the world. Dio can only look down and fear for his friends as they wander. Bhuvana is beyond hope now, fallen in her anger and betrayal to a new god and a different story. The one who believed and trusted with her whole heart, gone from him for his silence. Hope rests weakly in the idea that perhaps the ocelot's dear friends might rescue her, but what is one to rescue her from? There are many paths to take these days, and with the sun above and the earth bellow the directions are endless. With all but two of the original group gone or lost there isn't much to cling on to in way of hope for their mission. The world was not ready for kind peace. Will it ever be ready for such an easy thing?
With Dio's silence the fire breather was made to step forward. Made to watch and carefully shift all of what he could for those so far bellow. And how he loved them all, from his own people to the weakest of Dio's felines. Yet a single man can only do so much and the pressure was great. War is in the blood of folami, and it is boiling. What is Skoll meant to do in the quiet? With the world resting on his shoulders there is no doubt that the man would snap. Take the single thing he had full control over. It was a poorly thought out decision. Rashness and haste making it more of a punishment then a desperate attempt to make them all see. See each other for what they were, but mortals had always been blind.
Bidziil had fixed so much, him and Carska had fought so hard to mend the little broken things. Yet folami were such stubborn creatures. Man held so few lashes now, and the two packs seemed almost alike aside from their few differences. But irritable fear brewed in the dark, and it was Bidziil who suffered the most. How was a king meant to explain for a god he and his people did not look to? And yet the world wilted in the dark and as the feline guardians went to their silent Dio in fear for their people, Skoll went to Bidziil in fear for his own. An apology from heaven itself, perhaps. No peace would come as easily as this. And yet it did. In the face of the sun the downpour was forced away. Heated into nothing and suddenly for the first time in most living memory the world was serene.
Yet such things are so easily unappreciated and so very fast to leave.
Man is amassing their weapons. Common simple weapons, but proven effective over so much of their own violent history. Humans hate nothing more then these strings of theirs being cut, and watching them drop one by one has started the rise of the true machines. Disobedience from what they assumed to be mindless animals has awoken fire in human hearts. And they are rising. But what does man do in any timely manor? No there will be planning. Planning and watching and waiting. Men are cruel beasts and proficient fighters, yet their guns are all that will stand between those unloyal folami and such weak bodies. After all what hope do folami teeth have against metal and flames? And what hope do men have against the killers they had made? A fight is coming, that is for sure, but even Dio and Skoll can not predict when or how.
But hope remains, kindled in the flames of past victories and rebellions. As Nimrod fell before Vea Apxn for lack of his own motivation, so too can they hope for simple anger to pale bellow the rage of love. Love is the most dangerous emotion, in the end, and what can hate do to face such a thing? There is hope, as thin as it may seem. There is hope and the folami finished with this madness clutch to it and plan just as well. For as different as they are Folami are still man's creation. The link between true animal kindness and human violence. A link that will be proven or destroyed in the coming months.
There is no easy road to peace. In the end is peace worth the destruction caused to achieve it?
