Mavarion spent the time Gia was out getting water getting further rest. His mind drifted through semi-consciousness, though he was fully aware of his surroundings. He needed guidance. He needed the goddess.
But he knew he couldn't bring her into the world again for some time. Not like he had last night. And it would take much more preparation, not to mention finding a host for the goddess to inhabit. A glimmering of an idea began to form in his head, but before he had time to think more on it, Gia reappeared.
Mavarion blinked his eyes open. It had been quite some time, and now the daylight was beginning to fail. He focused on Gia, noticing the dead animal she carried with her. He nodded when she mentioned she'd killed something that she hoped was edible, though his brow drew down slightly at the fact that she didn't know. He figured a wolf would know what it could eat and not eat, but he supposed that she still hadn't made peace with that side of her.
Mavarion spoke when she asked about lighting a fire. "We could probably light one back by the entrance, for starters, and when we clean out that fireplace over there," he pointed towards a fireplace large enough to walk into, which happened to be filled with all sorts of debris and what looked like some kind of animal nest. "When we clean that out, we can keep our fires in there. For tonight, anywhere out of the way should be fine."
With that, Mavarion uncrossed his legs and stood, barely keeping from swaying on legs that had hardly been used this day. He strode towards the bucket of water and scooped it up, barely breaking stride as he continued towards the altar. He brought a couple dirty rags out of his robe, shrugging at their appearance, then dunked them into the bucket of water. He splashed water over the altar, which sloped towards the middle and had a small trench that gathered the water and caused it to flow to the far side of the altar and into the grated hole.
He came around the side of the altar and began working on the hole, all the while keeping an eye on Gia and her preparations for a fire.
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Gia nodded and walked to the far side of the temple, breathing easier now that Mav was cleaning up the blood. The wolf was alert, and not just from the blood but of the human that she had bit the night before. She didn't know if her bite was 'contageous' to a human or not, as she had never attacked anyone before. Well, once, but it had been different then, and the man had not walked away.
She struck a flame into life and fed it with some scraps of wood shaving that she pulled from her pack. She quickly trotted outside after she thought that the flame was large enough to continue for a few minutes, and retrieved some wood to throw on the fire. She placed a few smaller brances on the flame when she was back inside and took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of the woodsmoke gratefully. For some reason, woodsmoke was the scent thta cleared her nose out of the bloodscent the best.
She should not have bitten the man last night. Two nights ago? The girl didn't remember. But now the wolf was lusting after blood, and Gia was nervous as the sun sunk into the depths of the shadows. The wolf was rising in her mind, glowing amber eyes seeking a human. Mav was the nearest and easiest human to get...
No! Gia shook her head sharply and growled softly at her thoughts. That was no way to think! He had been good to her, and he deserved better than a bloodlusting werewolf at his throat, especially after what he had done the night before. Gia turned her attention back to her fire and leaned her head down, sniffing in a great gulp of the smoke and coughing. But she preferred the coughing to blood and violence, anyway.
She had dragged her kill after her and set to skinning that quickly. Animal blood wasn't helping either, and the wolf was getting excited. Gia's hands twitched as she beat the wolf back from her mind, and she fought the change. The moon was certainly gaining in strength, and so was her lupine companion. Gia sniffed at the smoke again, triggering the coughing once more, but welcoming it.
Gia set the animal to cooking in the fire and leaned up against one of the walls, looking for Mav. She would stay far from him tonight, if at all possible. it would be the best thing. And then after he was asleep, she would go outside to sleep, away from the temptation.
She struck a flame into life and fed it with some scraps of wood shaving that she pulled from her pack. She quickly trotted outside after she thought that the flame was large enough to continue for a few minutes, and retrieved some wood to throw on the fire. She placed a few smaller brances on the flame when she was back inside and took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of the woodsmoke gratefully. For some reason, woodsmoke was the scent thta cleared her nose out of the bloodscent the best.
She should not have bitten the man last night. Two nights ago? The girl didn't remember. But now the wolf was lusting after blood, and Gia was nervous as the sun sunk into the depths of the shadows. The wolf was rising in her mind, glowing amber eyes seeking a human. Mav was the nearest and easiest human to get...
No! Gia shook her head sharply and growled softly at her thoughts. That was no way to think! He had been good to her, and he deserved better than a bloodlusting werewolf at his throat, especially after what he had done the night before. Gia turned her attention back to her fire and leaned her head down, sniffing in a great gulp of the smoke and coughing. But she preferred the coughing to blood and violence, anyway.
She had dragged her kill after her and set to skinning that quickly. Animal blood wasn't helping either, and the wolf was getting excited. Gia's hands twitched as she beat the wolf back from her mind, and she fought the change. The moon was certainly gaining in strength, and so was her lupine companion. Gia sniffed at the smoke again, triggering the coughing once more, but welcoming it.
Gia set the animal to cooking in the fire and leaned up against one of the walls, looking for Mav. She would stay far from him tonight, if at all possible. it would be the best thing. And then after he was asleep, she would go outside to sleep, away from the temptation.
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Mavarion cleaned out the hole, rubbing the congealed blood away with one of the cloths and digging leaves, dirt and various other bits of detritus out of the way. He poured a little water from the bucket into the hole. It flowed downwards fairly well, indicating that there wasn't much blockage further down the hole. He nodded to himself as he put the grate back on the hole to keep more debris and rodents out.
He quickly got another cloth and splashed some more water on top of the altar, letting it wet the dried blood and wash some of it down the newly cleaned grate. With the cloth, he quickly rubbed the blood away, cleaning up the mess. It didn't take much scrubbing, as the stone itself was extremely smooth and was made to clean easily. Even still, there was a small stain on it where blood has sat too long. Mavarion had noticed it the day before, and doubted that much of it was fresh. It probably came from numerous sacrifices by whoever had owned this temple previously.
Once the altar was clean, Mavarion moved on to the circle of burnt sulfur. He knelt, refraining from groaning as his joints creaked and sore muscles protested. He quickly ran another cloth over that area, going around the entire circle and cleaning the remains of the sulfur from the ground. He could still smell it, and he could only imagine what a keen scent like Gia's would get out of it, but it was the best he could do. Once that was finished, he washed the cloths in the bucket of water to clean them as best he could, and dumped the bucket over the altar to let the water drain into the cleaned grating.
Once that was done, he began walking over to Gia, who was coughing from the smoke of the fire, and just putting whatever animal she had caught onto the flame for cooking. He seated himself across the fire from her and looked at her expectantly.
He quickly got another cloth and splashed some more water on top of the altar, letting it wet the dried blood and wash some of it down the newly cleaned grate. With the cloth, he quickly rubbed the blood away, cleaning up the mess. It didn't take much scrubbing, as the stone itself was extremely smooth and was made to clean easily. Even still, there was a small stain on it where blood has sat too long. Mavarion had noticed it the day before, and doubted that much of it was fresh. It probably came from numerous sacrifices by whoever had owned this temple previously.
Once the altar was clean, Mavarion moved on to the circle of burnt sulfur. He knelt, refraining from groaning as his joints creaked and sore muscles protested. He quickly ran another cloth over that area, going around the entire circle and cleaning the remains of the sulfur from the ground. He could still smell it, and he could only imagine what a keen scent like Gia's would get out of it, but it was the best he could do. Once that was finished, he washed the cloths in the bucket of water to clean them as best he could, and dumped the bucket over the altar to let the water drain into the cleaned grating.
Once that was done, he began walking over to Gia, who was coughing from the smoke of the fire, and just putting whatever animal she had caught onto the flame for cooking. He seated himself across the fire from her and looked at her expectantly.
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Gia stopped coughing and choking herself in smoke when Mavarion came over to her and sat down. She tried to breath lightly, because though he had cleaned the sulfur and blood the best that he could, it was now on his hands, and she could smell the sulfur that she had purchased earlier. She sighed and turned the creature over in the embers of the fire.
Her gaze drifted past Mavarion and out the open door of the temple. the full moon was so strong, and she went through another mental battle to beat the wolf into submission. She shook her head sharply, as if that motion would help, and then ripped her gaze from the waxing moon.
She looked at Mavarion. A slight smile flickered across her face and then she looked down from his strange eyes. Hypocrite... The wolf growled. The female showed her fangs at Gia from the depths of the human mind. You are not one to judge. You are meant to bite.
Gia ignored the wolf and addressed Mavarion. "You seem to be waiting for me to say something. I've told you everything, I think."
Her gaze drifted past Mavarion and out the open door of the temple. the full moon was so strong, and she went through another mental battle to beat the wolf into submission. She shook her head sharply, as if that motion would help, and then ripped her gaze from the waxing moon.
She looked at Mavarion. A slight smile flickered across her face and then she looked down from his strange eyes. Hypocrite... The wolf growled. The female showed her fangs at Gia from the depths of the human mind. You are not one to judge. You are meant to bite.
Gia ignored the wolf and addressed Mavarion. "You seem to be waiting for me to say something. I've told you everything, I think."
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Mavarion nodded slightly at her as she spoke. He had expected her not to understand the significance of his look, so he decided he'd better explain it to her.
"I need to know how much control you have. You are worse than useless to me unless you can control your more... feral urges." Mavarion offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile, although it would look much more like a smiling grimace. He was not used to trying to help people, but he needed help. Especially help that would likely follow him blindly to whatever fate he would deliver upon Pal Tahrenor.
"Sometimes it seems like you are somewhere else, as if you've become lost inside yourself. What is going on when that happens?"
Mavarion remained where he was, giving her the expectant look again. His hand was nearly in the position where pressure would cause the knife up his sleeve to pop into his hand. He didn't tense, but simply waited.
"I need to know how much control you have. You are worse than useless to me unless you can control your more... feral urges." Mavarion offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile, although it would look much more like a smiling grimace. He was not used to trying to help people, but he needed help. Especially help that would likely follow him blindly to whatever fate he would deliver upon Pal Tahrenor.
"Sometimes it seems like you are somewhere else, as if you've become lost inside yourself. What is going on when that happens?"
Mavarion remained where he was, giving her the expectant look again. His hand was nearly in the position where pressure would cause the knife up his sleeve to pop into his hand. He didn't tense, but simply waited.
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"Oh," Gia's eyes widened in understanding, and then she sighed. She poked at the fire with a green twig and sat back against the wall.
"I think I told you, a few days ago or something, that the wolf sometimes 'talks' to me. Sorry about the phrasing of that, but I really don't know how else to put it. She--the wolf, that is--doesn't have a name or anything, or think of herself that way, but she does have a few opinions about what I should do."
Gia closed her eyes and sighed again. "Right now, she is telling me that I would be better off without you, and she thinks of you as a liability to me. I don't think so, but she has certain beliefs about specific things, and a pack leader of one of those. Again, this probably sounds strange, but the wolf thinks that I need a powerful, strong leader who can look after himself. She doesn't think that you can do that. I think I know better, but maybe not. Anyway, she's not happy with the arrangement. I can suppress my 'feral urges' as you so nicely put it, but it would be better if I slept outside tonight. The moon isn't helping either."
Gia opened her eyes and stared into the fire. "I expect that you want me to tell you about the moon, and what that does to me as well. When the moon is waxing to its fullest point, the wolf is strong, very strong. As it wanes she grows weaker, but is never fully gone from me. I can always call her up and shift, but it grows harder around the new moon. Sunlight is horrible. Lupine eyes are stronger than one would think, and especially when it comes to light. I have the human sense for color, but the lupine sense for light. It isn't that great of a combonation, except at night."
She continued softly, poking now at the hunk of meat on the fire with the green twig. "As you could tell when I shifted in front of you earlier, I can take different forms of the wolf. I don't know why, and I don't know if any others like me can do that. I have only met a few other were-creatures, and we didn't really talk about our powers." She blushed a little, and then continued. "When I shift back to human for I am not clothed, so I prefer to do that behind a stand of trees or in the shadow of a building."
She cleared her throat and went on. "When it comes to the control I have over the wolf when I'm in the lupine form, well... thinking rationally is harder. But I do take orders very well in that state. You know dogs? Well, dogs were created from wolves by humans, and I'm sort of half human and half wolf, so I'm like a dog with dignity. But the downside of that is when I am a wolf, if someone tells me to jump off a cliff and they're serious about it, I have a hard time talking myself out of it. That's harder to deal with."
She smiled briefly at him, meeting his eyes. "Oh, and I'm not going to go wolf on you and kill you or harm you in any way, so you can put the knife in your sleeve away. Trust me, I do have at least that much control. Anything else you need to know?"
"I think I told you, a few days ago or something, that the wolf sometimes 'talks' to me. Sorry about the phrasing of that, but I really don't know how else to put it. She--the wolf, that is--doesn't have a name or anything, or think of herself that way, but she does have a few opinions about what I should do."
Gia closed her eyes and sighed again. "Right now, she is telling me that I would be better off without you, and she thinks of you as a liability to me. I don't think so, but she has certain beliefs about specific things, and a pack leader of one of those. Again, this probably sounds strange, but the wolf thinks that I need a powerful, strong leader who can look after himself. She doesn't think that you can do that. I think I know better, but maybe not. Anyway, she's not happy with the arrangement. I can suppress my 'feral urges' as you so nicely put it, but it would be better if I slept outside tonight. The moon isn't helping either."
Gia opened her eyes and stared into the fire. "I expect that you want me to tell you about the moon, and what that does to me as well. When the moon is waxing to its fullest point, the wolf is strong, very strong. As it wanes she grows weaker, but is never fully gone from me. I can always call her up and shift, but it grows harder around the new moon. Sunlight is horrible. Lupine eyes are stronger than one would think, and especially when it comes to light. I have the human sense for color, but the lupine sense for light. It isn't that great of a combonation, except at night."
She continued softly, poking now at the hunk of meat on the fire with the green twig. "As you could tell when I shifted in front of you earlier, I can take different forms of the wolf. I don't know why, and I don't know if any others like me can do that. I have only met a few other were-creatures, and we didn't really talk about our powers." She blushed a little, and then continued. "When I shift back to human for I am not clothed, so I prefer to do that behind a stand of trees or in the shadow of a building."
She cleared her throat and went on. "When it comes to the control I have over the wolf when I'm in the lupine form, well... thinking rationally is harder. But I do take orders very well in that state. You know dogs? Well, dogs were created from wolves by humans, and I'm sort of half human and half wolf, so I'm like a dog with dignity. But the downside of that is when I am a wolf, if someone tells me to jump off a cliff and they're serious about it, I have a hard time talking myself out of it. That's harder to deal with."
She smiled briefly at him, meeting his eyes. "Oh, and I'm not going to go wolf on you and kill you or harm you in any way, so you can put the knife in your sleeve away. Trust me, I do have at least that much control. Anything else you need to know?"
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"Control? At times it seems like you are struggling with yourself at certain times. Especially since there's been the smell of blood lingering in the air in here," Mavarion scoffed, obviously not buying her assurances. "I can't smell it anymore, but I imagine you can, and I bet it's driving this she-wolf inside you half-crazy."
He remained seated, the hidden dagger still seated in it's resting spot up his sleeve, but available with a quick jerk of his wrist. He had yet to begin to trust this werewolf, and vague assurances of her not attacking him would not make him fully trust her. However, as far as he could tell, she was telling him the truth.
With a sigh, he nodded, then rolled his shoulders to ease the tension in them. "Perhaps it would be best for you to sleep outside tonight. The smell of blood on top of a nearly full moon are probably not the best combination for one with the control you tell me you have," he muttered, his voice switching from normal to sarcastic near the end of the second sentence. "We'll have to figure out something to convince your inner wolf to accept me as it appears you do. I still think this relationship could be mutually beneficial."
Mavarion looked Gia in the eyes for a few moments, a look bordering on dangerous glittering there. His facial features hardened, making this seemingly innocuous old man suddenly appear dangerous and very much like he could be insane, which obviously he was. Just as quickly, Mavarion seemed to come to a decision and relaxed, no longer keeping the tension in his right wrist where the knife was.
As if nothing had happened, Mavarion began digging through some of the bags Gia had brought back from her shopping expedition, looking for a bit of bread and cheese to go along with the hopefully edible animal the werewolf had brought back with her.
He remained seated, the hidden dagger still seated in it's resting spot up his sleeve, but available with a quick jerk of his wrist. He had yet to begin to trust this werewolf, and vague assurances of her not attacking him would not make him fully trust her. However, as far as he could tell, she was telling him the truth.
With a sigh, he nodded, then rolled his shoulders to ease the tension in them. "Perhaps it would be best for you to sleep outside tonight. The smell of blood on top of a nearly full moon are probably not the best combination for one with the control you tell me you have," he muttered, his voice switching from normal to sarcastic near the end of the second sentence. "We'll have to figure out something to convince your inner wolf to accept me as it appears you do. I still think this relationship could be mutually beneficial."
Mavarion looked Gia in the eyes for a few moments, a look bordering on dangerous glittering there. His facial features hardened, making this seemingly innocuous old man suddenly appear dangerous and very much like he could be insane, which obviously he was. Just as quickly, Mavarion seemed to come to a decision and relaxed, no longer keeping the tension in his right wrist where the knife was.
As if nothing had happened, Mavarion began digging through some of the bags Gia had brought back from her shopping expedition, looking for a bit of bread and cheese to go along with the hopefully edible animal the werewolf had brought back with her.
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Gia sighed and shook her head slightly. "I know you don't trust me fully, and I understand that. It's fine. But really, I know it sounds strange that I do have control over the wolf. We--her and I, we have a sort of mutual respect for each other, and if I really insist she stays quiet. I think she respects my power of somewhat rational thought, and she'll stay down."
He just had to bring up the bloodscent though, didn't he? Gia twitched her nose, and scowled at Mavarion. "You know, before you had brought that up I was working on forgetting the scent." She was surprised that he had relaxed a little, as she would have trouble trusting a werewolf as well, but she dismissed it.
She dragged the meat off the fire and gave it a cursory sniff. "Smells done." She took her hunting knife and began to divide up the pieces. She offered one to Mavarion and then chopped up the rest of the animal, the wolf wrinkling its nose at the cooked meat. The wolf liked it better raw, but Gia ignored the snarls and snaps of her companion and ate a bite of the meat. "Tastes fine."
He just had to bring up the bloodscent though, didn't he? Gia twitched her nose, and scowled at Mavarion. "You know, before you had brought that up I was working on forgetting the scent." She was surprised that he had relaxed a little, as she would have trouble trusting a werewolf as well, but she dismissed it.
She dragged the meat off the fire and gave it a cursory sniff. "Smells done." She took her hunting knife and began to divide up the pieces. She offered one to Mavarion and then chopped up the rest of the animal, the wolf wrinkling its nose at the cooked meat. The wolf liked it better raw, but Gia ignored the snarls and snaps of her companion and ate a bite of the meat. "Tastes fine."
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Mavarion had no choice but to trust the werewolf. He was tired and worn out, even after a day of rest, and his stores of magic had not fully begun to replenish yet, leaving him quite vulnerable. He hated getting old. Perhaps had he learned faster, he could have asked his goddess for immortality.
But it was too late now. He wouldn't want to spend eternity stuck in a rotting corpse such as what he was in now. Luckily, he didn't suffer some of the effects of old age due to his militaristic training, and also because he had continued his physical regiment to help maintain his strength and bearing after he had turned to the more ... clerical duties of worshiping his goddess.
Snapped back from his thoughts by Gia offering him some of the meat, Mavarion nodded in thanks. He waited until she took a bite and offered her assurances that it was fine that Mavarion started to dig in. He ate hungrily, including a little wedge of cheese and some bread, which he also offered to Gia, even though he wasn't sure she would take it. He was trying to replace energy lost in his gathering of magic from the night before, and eating would help to refuel.
Once dinner was finished, Mavarion stretched languidly and yawned. He was still tired, so he leaned back against a wall and tucked his legs beneath him. He reached over and grabbed a blanket that Gia had brought from town today, placing it over himself and wrapping the edges underneath his legs to keep the heat in. The fire was warm, but Mavarion's brittle bones felt the coolness of the air that escaped the fire's attentions. His head leaned back until it was propped against the wall, but his eyes did not close. Instead, they stared up into the vast darkness towards the temple roof, hidden by the night, not quite illuminated by the fire burning in one corner.
"What do you wish for in this lifetime, Gia?"
The question even surprised Mavarion as he asked it, since he was not normally one given to melancholy. But now was as good of a time as any to truly get to know the secrets of his companion, whether given freely or coerced.
But it was too late now. He wouldn't want to spend eternity stuck in a rotting corpse such as what he was in now. Luckily, he didn't suffer some of the effects of old age due to his militaristic training, and also because he had continued his physical regiment to help maintain his strength and bearing after he had turned to the more ... clerical duties of worshiping his goddess.
Snapped back from his thoughts by Gia offering him some of the meat, Mavarion nodded in thanks. He waited until she took a bite and offered her assurances that it was fine that Mavarion started to dig in. He ate hungrily, including a little wedge of cheese and some bread, which he also offered to Gia, even though he wasn't sure she would take it. He was trying to replace energy lost in his gathering of magic from the night before, and eating would help to refuel.
Once dinner was finished, Mavarion stretched languidly and yawned. He was still tired, so he leaned back against a wall and tucked his legs beneath him. He reached over and grabbed a blanket that Gia had brought from town today, placing it over himself and wrapping the edges underneath his legs to keep the heat in. The fire was warm, but Mavarion's brittle bones felt the coolness of the air that escaped the fire's attentions. His head leaned back until it was propped against the wall, but his eyes did not close. Instead, they stared up into the vast darkness towards the temple roof, hidden by the night, not quite illuminated by the fire burning in one corner.
"What do you wish for in this lifetime, Gia?"
The question even surprised Mavarion as he asked it, since he was not normally one given to melancholy. But now was as good of a time as any to truly get to know the secrets of his companion, whether given freely or coerced.
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Gia had been preparing to go outside and shift, and his question came to great surprise of the girl. She sank back down to her seat and looked at the older man. "What do I wish for in this lifetime...?" Gia was slightly confused by the wording of the question, but she let it slide. She had no concept of an afterlife, because no one had ever explained it to her.
"Well," she started, trying to think of a way to word her answer, "I'd love to be able to settle down somewhere, maybe with others of my kind, other shifters. I'd like to be able to reach a point in understanding with my lupine friend where we weren't constantly arguing about what form we're in. Beyond that, I don't really know. If you don't mind my asking, what do you wish for in this lifetime, Mavarion?"
Gia was debating whether or not to leave for the outside, but she decided to wait for his response. She settled for packing her bag slowly, and wrapping the still warm meat up for the next day. She wasn't sure if he'd answer or not, but she waited anyway. And the wolf was finally quieter. Gia had promised to go on a run later, and the lupine had settled down a bit.
"Well," she started, trying to think of a way to word her answer, "I'd love to be able to settle down somewhere, maybe with others of my kind, other shifters. I'd like to be able to reach a point in understanding with my lupine friend where we weren't constantly arguing about what form we're in. Beyond that, I don't really know. If you don't mind my asking, what do you wish for in this lifetime, Mavarion?"
Gia was debating whether or not to leave for the outside, but she decided to wait for his response. She settled for packing her bag slowly, and wrapping the still warm meat up for the next day. She wasn't sure if he'd answer or not, but she waited anyway. And the wolf was finally quieter. Gia had promised to go on a run later, and the lupine had settled down a bit.
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Mavarion nodded as he listened. It was typical woman-ish longing. He had heard as much from previous victims. But this time he wanted it to be different.
"I long for everyone to remember my name when I finally die. I want to do the greatest thing this world has ever seen. I long for immortality in a way that living forever could never satisfy."
His gaze drifted from the nothingness near the ceiling to Gia's face. His voice lowered, carrying just enough to reach her ears.
"We can both have that type of immortality. You would live with it for a long time. You would be respected and known, and all shifters would flock to you. They need a strong, dominant female to lead them. That could be you."
"I long for everyone to remember my name when I finally die. I want to do the greatest thing this world has ever seen. I long for immortality in a way that living forever could never satisfy."
His gaze drifted from the nothingness near the ceiling to Gia's face. His voice lowered, carrying just enough to reach her ears.
"We can both have that type of immortality. You would live with it for a long time. You would be respected and known, and all shifters would flock to you. They need a strong, dominant female to lead them. That could be you."
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Gia got a scared look on her face. "Immor... immortality?" She brushed a piece of hair out of her face. She shook her head quickly, but not because she was refusing. "I'm not a strong female. I know how to obey orders. I can't give them."
She sat back, having an arguement with the wolf, who thought that she was crazy to refuse the offer. "The wolf thinks I can do it, but I know I can't. And what do you want to be remembered for? What could give you that type of immortality?" She was wary of the answer, but she had to know.
You are insane, the wolf said to the girl. If you can't lead then I can. I know how to command others, even if you don't. Gia shut her eyes tightly and banished the female, and then looked at Mavarion.
"How could you give me command of the shifters? They wouldn't come to some young, wet behind the ears female, and I know you have power, but how could you give me that?" She decided not to ask about the female voice she had heard that night, but she had a feeling that it mught be something to do with that voice. She didn't ask, because she knew she wouldn't get an answer. "How could you be remembered in the world, Mavarion?" Though she wanted other answers as well, she wasreally curious as to how he thought that he could be remembered.
She sat back, having an arguement with the wolf, who thought that she was crazy to refuse the offer. "The wolf thinks I can do it, but I know I can't. And what do you want to be remembered for? What could give you that type of immortality?" She was wary of the answer, but she had to know.
You are insane, the wolf said to the girl. If you can't lead then I can. I know how to command others, even if you don't. Gia shut her eyes tightly and banished the female, and then looked at Mavarion.
"How could you give me command of the shifters? They wouldn't come to some young, wet behind the ears female, and I know you have power, but how could you give me that?" She decided not to ask about the female voice she had heard that night, but she had a feeling that it mught be something to do with that voice. She didn't ask, because she knew she wouldn't get an answer. "How could you be remembered in the world, Mavarion?" Though she wanted other answers as well, she wasreally curious as to how he thought that he could be remembered.
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Mavarion's eyes closed as Gia let loose a rapid-fire burst of questions. He waited until it was clear she was finished, and chose to ignore the questions he didn't want to answer.
His eyelids slid open to reveal his black, pupil-less eyes, which fixed Gia in their gaze. He tried to hold her gaze for a moment, letting the silence drag until it was nearly at the point of uncomfortableness. Then he closed his eyes and let out a small sigh.
"You will learn, Gia. Leadership does not come in a night, and, to be sure, my plans will not be over in a single night either. As time goes by, you will learn. From me, from yourself... from the wolf within you." Mavarion let his voice raise slightly at the last part of that sentence, almost to the point of asking a question. His eyes opened and fixed on Gia's again, one thick, gray eyebrow arching over his blackened whites.
"And then we shall see how well you will do, Gia. For after a time of learning, you shall be strong, wise, and disciplined, and even the wolf that even now chews at the bonds you have placed on it, even it shall listen to what you say, with only the thought of pleasing you running through her mind."
The picture Mavarion painted through speech was strong in it's imagery, as only the religiously fanatic can convince those who listen to them through mere words alone. No magic spell followed through the spoken words to grip Gia in their iron clasp. As Mavarion continued deeper into his speech, he leaned forward, his black eyes reflecting the light of the fire almost as an animal's eyes would, staring deeply into Gia's own until he was close enough for her to see her own reflection mirrored in the glossy blackness of Mavarion's eyes.
His speech picked up pace, his voice deepening in timbre as the remembered vibrance of his youth tricked even his own mind into thinking he was young and ambitious again, instead of simply ambitious.
"You shall rise up to challenge the current leadership of shifters everywhere, to question their ideals of keeping each separate race of shifters apart because they are different, as the humans did eons ago with their racism," Mavarion said, barely pausing at the oddity of knowing something he had never known before about his own race. "You will pull them together, from the ends of Pal Tahrenor and bring them together under one rule; under your rule! By force of will, for I sense in you the ability to be strong, you shall bind them to you and turn them into a force to be reckoned with on Pal Tahrenor, a force with a ruling body, instead of simple clans pushed to the limits of survival and hunted to near extinction because of the fact they are different."
Mavarion sighed, the fervor suddenly draining from him as he slumped back. His eyes still captured the firelight and turned it back, like an animal slinking past a campfire in the dead of night.
He continued, in a much quieter voice. "All of this, I see in you, and more, young Gia. You only have but to let it surface, and the destiny of which I spoke can be yours."
He didn't tell her that he hadn't seen a vision, although that's what it might have seemed like. He had simply been caught up in his own grand visions, and how her rise would help towards his own gains, or, at the least, the gains of his goddess and her new champion.
Our glories are intertwined, young werewolf. I see that now, he thought to himself, looking at Gia speculatively.
Out loud, he whispered, "Listen to the wolf. She can help you."
His eyelids slid open to reveal his black, pupil-less eyes, which fixed Gia in their gaze. He tried to hold her gaze for a moment, letting the silence drag until it was nearly at the point of uncomfortableness. Then he closed his eyes and let out a small sigh.
"You will learn, Gia. Leadership does not come in a night, and, to be sure, my plans will not be over in a single night either. As time goes by, you will learn. From me, from yourself... from the wolf within you." Mavarion let his voice raise slightly at the last part of that sentence, almost to the point of asking a question. His eyes opened and fixed on Gia's again, one thick, gray eyebrow arching over his blackened whites.
"And then we shall see how well you will do, Gia. For after a time of learning, you shall be strong, wise, and disciplined, and even the wolf that even now chews at the bonds you have placed on it, even it shall listen to what you say, with only the thought of pleasing you running through her mind."
The picture Mavarion painted through speech was strong in it's imagery, as only the religiously fanatic can convince those who listen to them through mere words alone. No magic spell followed through the spoken words to grip Gia in their iron clasp. As Mavarion continued deeper into his speech, he leaned forward, his black eyes reflecting the light of the fire almost as an animal's eyes would, staring deeply into Gia's own until he was close enough for her to see her own reflection mirrored in the glossy blackness of Mavarion's eyes.
His speech picked up pace, his voice deepening in timbre as the remembered vibrance of his youth tricked even his own mind into thinking he was young and ambitious again, instead of simply ambitious.
"You shall rise up to challenge the current leadership of shifters everywhere, to question their ideals of keeping each separate race of shifters apart because they are different, as the humans did eons ago with their racism," Mavarion said, barely pausing at the oddity of knowing something he had never known before about his own race. "You will pull them together, from the ends of Pal Tahrenor and bring them together under one rule; under your rule! By force of will, for I sense in you the ability to be strong, you shall bind them to you and turn them into a force to be reckoned with on Pal Tahrenor, a force with a ruling body, instead of simple clans pushed to the limits of survival and hunted to near extinction because of the fact they are different."
Mavarion sighed, the fervor suddenly draining from him as he slumped back. His eyes still captured the firelight and turned it back, like an animal slinking past a campfire in the dead of night.
He continued, in a much quieter voice. "All of this, I see in you, and more, young Gia. You only have but to let it surface, and the destiny of which I spoke can be yours."
He didn't tell her that he hadn't seen a vision, although that's what it might have seemed like. He had simply been caught up in his own grand visions, and how her rise would help towards his own gains, or, at the least, the gains of his goddess and her new champion.
Our glories are intertwined, young werewolf. I see that now, he thought to himself, looking at Gia speculatively.
Out loud, he whispered, "Listen to the wolf. She can help you."
You have no where to hide, nowhere to run, your village will burn like the heart of the sun. With infinite glee, it is going to be me who slaughters your world.
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Gia felt herself drawn into the web of the future that Mavarion was weaving. The wolf balked at the idea of someone telling her how to lead, but soon was entranced as well. It was possible, Gia reasoned. She never once considered that he had his own reasons for helping her. It wasn't because she didn't think that of him, but because she had little idea of human nature. The wolf fueled the vision of Mavarion with her own idea.
Gia suddenly found herself imagining running at the head of a strong pack of shifters of all types. Any and all came to her, and she was regarded as a great leader. Again, the girl was pulled under by the force of will from the wolf, and the powerful imagry that both the lupine and the old human staring at her with his strange eyes produced.
She also imagined herself as a mediator between the humans and the shifters, saw the races and species living in peace with one another. There was now, from what the young werewolf had seen, only a tedious balence of peace between the two races, liable to break at any time. Gia saw herself over riding that idea slowly, with time.
Her eyes had closed when the wolf gave her the running image, and now Gia opened her amber-brown orbs. "Why would you help me with that?" She smiled and looked down a little nervously, a little ashamed. "Why would you care about some young werewolf who says that she talks with a wolf inside her head?" She knew that he seemed to not fully trust her, and she was curious about his sudden vision of helping her to attain that of which he spoke.
He was a human. He didn't have to keep her around. But he did seem to believe about the wolf, which was strange. Gia wouldn't believe it if someone told her that they had a rather strong-willed wolf that spoke to them in their head. She decided to poke at the dying fire a bit more, as the wolf gave her more images of greatness.
Gia suddenly found herself imagining running at the head of a strong pack of shifters of all types. Any and all came to her, and she was regarded as a great leader. Again, the girl was pulled under by the force of will from the wolf, and the powerful imagry that both the lupine and the old human staring at her with his strange eyes produced.
She also imagined herself as a mediator between the humans and the shifters, saw the races and species living in peace with one another. There was now, from what the young werewolf had seen, only a tedious balence of peace between the two races, liable to break at any time. Gia saw herself over riding that idea slowly, with time.
Her eyes had closed when the wolf gave her the running image, and now Gia opened her amber-brown orbs. "Why would you help me with that?" She smiled and looked down a little nervously, a little ashamed. "Why would you care about some young werewolf who says that she talks with a wolf inside her head?" She knew that he seemed to not fully trust her, and she was curious about his sudden vision of helping her to attain that of which he spoke.
He was a human. He didn't have to keep her around. But he did seem to believe about the wolf, which was strange. Gia wouldn't believe it if someone told her that they had a rather strong-willed wolf that spoke to them in their head. She decided to poke at the dying fire a bit more, as the wolf gave her more images of greatness.
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Mavarion leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment after the intensity he wasn't used to showing. He listened to Gia when she spoke, though kept leaned back. His eyes opened to look at her again when she was done.
"True, I am sure I can teach you much, should you choose to stay, and once it is obvious that our paths shall remain the same for a time. But we would be helping each other, should that occur. One good turn ..." Mavarion smirked at the irony of the old phrase, letting the rest hang in the air.
"As I'm sure you're a smart girl, so I won't tell you that I don't have ways in which you could help me should we choose to remain together. I am an old man, and I need a young, strong person to help me with many things. Most especially with protection when I am vulnerable. I think I will leave the choice up to you, young Gia. It is becoming late, and I believe I need some more rest."
He waited to answer any questions Gia might have, stopping short of simply dismissing the girl.
"True, I am sure I can teach you much, should you choose to stay, and once it is obvious that our paths shall remain the same for a time. But we would be helping each other, should that occur. One good turn ..." Mavarion smirked at the irony of the old phrase, letting the rest hang in the air.
"As I'm sure you're a smart girl, so I won't tell you that I don't have ways in which you could help me should we choose to remain together. I am an old man, and I need a young, strong person to help me with many things. Most especially with protection when I am vulnerable. I think I will leave the choice up to you, young Gia. It is becoming late, and I believe I need some more rest."
He waited to answer any questions Gia might have, stopping short of simply dismissing the girl.
You have no where to hide, nowhere to run, your village will burn like the heart of the sun. With infinite glee, it is going to be me who slaughters your world.