Tossing a glance over his shoulder, Eurus saw nothing save the wisps of sand on the breeze, and the pawprints that marked his own meandering path through Yose’s Plain. Though that distant walk could be heard again. Eyes looking on the dune spotted horizon painted blue in the daylight sky, listening to the soft whistle of the dull hot stail wind in his ears. Who else would come here? Vishnu was still with Shiva, and Shiva would not go out of her way to talk to Eurus again he worried. Though the soft pit pat of another set of paws could be heard, hovering on the edge of perception, so as Eurus initially wrote it off as a trick of the mind. The scorching sand beneath his paws caused him to wince every now and again from the heat. No, he could wait, after all the gods were always there, and always would be, right?Įurus strode in slow deliberate strides foot for foot deeper into Yose’s Plain. Though a small dose could not hurt, he mused the thought before shaking it away from his mind. Perhaps it was only the peyote he took the night before that gave him those visions, though Eurus was curious, even eager one could say, to try it again and see whether he could communicate with the gods a second time. Eurus’s ear twitched, and he could feel the peyote flower he placed there twitch with it, its petals tapping his ear and fur as if with silken fingers whenever the wind rustled it. Though one experience could not prove it. Comforted even, that Maat might be there. He felt reassured for the first time in the idea that there might be something else much larger than himself. He had seen the gods, and they had spoken to him, and showed him visions. At last, thanks to the Peyote he had taken he had seen them. Eurus tipped his head skyward to gaze at the sun, and he could not stifle a smile from twinging the corners of his maw. Though for all of this, his spirituality troubles, and his personal grievances he felt a little weight lift from his shoulders in a single aspect. Return to Shiva, return to the dilemma of a murder’s morality that drove a razors edged wedge between Shiva, and himself. There was time to kill before he could return to his den. Though a yawn tugged at his jaws, and sleep was blinked from his drooping eyes ringed in dark he pressed on. Despite the january chill, the desert was still as scorching and blazing as ever, and in Yose’s Plain this fact was accentuated ten fold. Oh shiva, why oh why did she have to make things so… complicated?Ī sigh tumbled from his jaws, and heaving himself to his paws he began to walk. Just barely enough time to tend to Shiva ocne again before she kicked him out of his own den to talk with her brother. Eurus left his den that morning near half an hour after he had returned from Haat'hara's Grove. The slowly rising sun bore down on Eurus’s slouched back, exhaustion grappling at his mind, and body, though he could not sleep. This notion was only aided by the arrival of Shiva’s brother, Vishnu into the grandiose landscape of his life. It seemed to him as soon as he found one answer a dozen more questions trailed the one realization. Physical exhaustion weighed on his body, and his mind was racked with countless problems. The sun was just beginning its slow arc along the blue skies splotched with the occasional cloud lazing far above the Haat'harae’s head. Electric blue eyes scanned the desolation that was Yose’s Plain, the dune and sand covered land stretching for miles before his pale blue paws.
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