Why must I think of you? Why must I? Why should I?

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[After dark, Sunday, January 31st, day 245]
[The ruins of the Voronin manor]


It's been five days since I met with Sugaar outside of the tower. Five days since I took my teeth to myself. The hand has mostly grown back, but it's bald and pink, the skin stretched smooth like over a newly-healed burn. It's still stiff, and when I go hound I limp, just slightly. But I'm not hound now, and I do not limp as I walk.

I swore that I would never return here. That this ground was poison to me. But that was before I found out that Glass had buried my gauekoentzat's bones in this earth, among the scorched stones and the dust of the garden. The ghosts are gone, and the house that was my temple is gone....but she is here. And even if she was not my priestess when she died, the gods do not forget those who loved them.

The frost crunches underneath my boots as I pass through the ruined gates. I haven't been here in a few weeks now. It doesn't matter much; my influence is still heavy in the air. But I like to come here. I like to visit.

Glass intended the cairn of broken and scorched marble as a marker for both of them, for my she-wolf and the war-god too. But this was her place, her land, her stone and her fire. The war god is fucking irrelevant.

When the seasons change and the weather gets warm, jasmine will grow in this place, moonflowers will twine their way through the cracks in the cairn. Already predators will not kill here; they cease their chase, and they will not pursue their prey here. I have marked this place, and they know it to be sacred.

With a heavy sigh, I sit down on the cold ground by the stones. The animals have been leaving tribute in their own way; broken-necked rats and birds, the sharp smell of fox urine. And the stones are icy to the touch.

"Gabon, sweet."


[OPEN to VERDANDI]

Why must I think of you? Why must I? Why should I?

[gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com]

[After dark, Sunday, January 31st, day 245]
[The ruins of the Voronin manor]


It's been five days since I met with Sugaar outside of the tower. Five days since I took my teeth to myself. The hand has mostly grown back, but it's bald and pink, the skin stretched smooth like over a newly-healed burn. It's still stiff, and when I go hound I limp, just slightly. But I'm not hound now, and I do not limp as I walk.

I swore that I would never return here. That this ground was poison to me. But that was before I found out that Glass had buried my gauekoentzat's bones in this earth, among the scorched stones and the dust of the garden. The ghosts are gone, and the house that was my temple is gone....but she is here. And even if she was not my priestess when she died, the gods do not forget those who loved them.

The frost crunches underneath my boots as I pass through the ruined gates. I haven't been here in a few weeks now. It doesn't matter much; my influence is still heavy in the air. But I like to come here. I like to visit.

Glass intended the cairn of broken and scorched marble as a marker for both of them, for my she-wolf and the war-god too. But this was her place, her land, her stone and her fire. The war god is fucking irrelevant.

When the seasons change and the weather gets warm, jasmine will grow in this place, moonflowers will twine their way through the cracks in the cairn. Already predators will not kill here; they cease their chase, and they will not pursue their prey here. I have marked this place, and they know it to be sacred.

With a heavy sigh, I sit down on the cold ground by the stones. The animals have been leaving tribute in their own way; broken-necked rats and birds, the sharp smell of fox urine. And the stones are icy to the touch.

"Gabon, sweet."


[OPEN to VERDANDI]