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Post by Varloc on Mar 24, 2009 19:17:11 GMT -5
ooc: Yeah, that was a bit of a difficult thing for me. It still is, but its starting to get easier to deal with. And sorry for the shortness of this post. XD I feel terrible.
For a moment the old male pondered the question, his dark eyes rolled up in deep concentration and thought. He had studied the younger male’s reaction to his tale closely and found his reaction to be satisfying. At least he didn’t seem to annoyed with him as some youngsters could be. Having had several run-ins with younger wolves in the past, Varloc had found that most had little time for the stories or words of an elder. But then again, he wasn’t much of an elder. He had a tendency to over age himself, although he was at his prime. Finally settling on an answer, he returned his thoughtful gaze to the male before him.
”There are the handful of Gods that are most worshiped, Tor, Fenris, Wolfbane and Zostar, but yes, there are others, depending on the area in which you live. That, however, does not mean you cannot worship them if you do not live there. Some areas have but a single god they worship while others have hundreds, one that rules over everything. He smiled thoughtfully, allowing his mind to drift momentarily at the stories of such Gods he had come across. He loved stories like that… He loved learning different cultures. Those stories always helped make the time go by faster when he traveled alone. They always offered an escape from the deep blanket of lonelieness.
Returning his mind to the moment at hand, he smiled softly. “There’s a God for practically everything. A god for sorrow. A god for love. A god for the hunt. Like I said, it just depends on what you believe.
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Grell
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No night is so dark, no situation so dire, that the intervention of the gods cannot make it worse.
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Post by Grell on Mar 24, 2009 20:04:36 GMT -5
// aw, but it was a good post :] and I'm glad to hear you're doing better too //
Grell licked his lips and had to force himself to keep from fidgeting. Silence stretched between them after his question, and he almost regretting asking it in the first place. Almost. He was really too curious to take it back, and besides, if the older wolf ever got around to answering, maybe he'd say something meaningful and enlightening. More meaningful than our conversations, anyway. He rolled his eyes upward, as if he could see through the rock and clouds, into heaven where Fenris was no doubt snoozing. He wondered how he'd manage to carry on this one-sided worshiping for so long. Aren't I supposed to get something from the bargain as well? A bit of strength in his scrawny body, maybe, or the ability to heal himself when he got hurt or sick.
On second thought, maybe not. Then he'd have others come to him looking for miracles and cures.
His eyes immediately dropped onto Varloc's strong face when, finally, the Varg began to speak. So there were others, according to this Kerl. Many others. Grell considered this in a thoughtful way, and then pricked his ears for the last sentence, spoken as if an afterthought or a summary. Grell nodded, and he was sure that his eyes were glittering in delight, even in the gloom. He grinned. "Do you know many of these other gods, by name or rank? Or by where they come from, or by their power?" Grell asked. He was eager to find out about these new gods, and despite himself, he was sure it showed. But, then again, he didn't really try to hide his enthusiasm either. If luck was on his side, although it rarely was, Varloc might find his sudden interest in stories an amusing turn of events, and decide to humor him.
For his part, Grell pictured mighty heroic wolves, with bulging muscles and teeth as hard as stones, each god riddled with scars from bygone battles like proud warriors. Or there were probably gods who, like snakes, were slender and slippery, who had eyes that shone like ruby and wit as sharp as ice. Either variant could probably easily save him from a scrape or two. And neither probably would. He was a scrawny runt, bleary eyed and an outcast by typical wolf norms, who only survived his first year because he was just smart enough to bribe the bigger, meaner fellows to let him alone. No god of great power or with a great following would ever want him as a worshiper. So that meant he needed to know about lesser gods. Less popular gods. Forgotten gods. He glanced at Varloc. "Actually, what do you know about long lost gods? Old gods, who no one worships anymore?"
He shifted his rump to listen more comfortably.
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Post by Varloc on Mar 26, 2009 20:50:23 GMT -5
VarlocThe gray male watched closely, his dark eyes glittering thoughtfully over the questions the young male, Grell, had asked. They where honest questions, ones that he might have expected. Truth be told, he did know a few of the Gods, though, they were unheard of in this area. They had been particularly big in the regions he had passed through several seasons ago. They had been interesting and there had been one for just about everything, unlike here, where there had been but a handful of Gods. Honestly, Varloc found himself enjoying these Gods much more. He had indeed, grown up with them, but they were far simpler to remember.
He gave a slight nod, allowing his gaze to drift to the ceiling of the cave briefly in an attempt to recall some of the names. “I do. It is from an area no longer controlled by wolves. It had become difficult to survive there, far from here. There was a god, that I can recall quit well, because they spoke of him often, though you are hard pressed to find stories of him now.”Varloc rose, stretching to ease his stiffening muscles and then resituated himself on the cave floor so that he might be more comfortable. Once satisfied, he uttered a content sigh and returned his gaze to Grell.
”Now let me think. If I am correct, then I believe his name was Fidens. And from what I can remember about his description, though there are many, he was tall, a with fur as silver as the moon. His eyes where dark, much like the night and he was as fast as the river. He was the God of travelers—anyone who ventured from home. But he also kept a look out for loners and lesser wolves. That was his specialty. To offer guidance to them. Not always in person, but in small signs and such. Varloc shifted so that he could lay more to his side, finding that it helped ease the stiffness in his legs. He was growing weary of the confines of the cave, though was thankful for the rest.
But the company of the young male, although at times he seemed dissatisfied with Varloc, was pleasant and Varloc found his interest refreshing. At least he was someone to talk to.
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