a fallen god's plea

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THE WAVES WILL BREAK! -- hellhound. regent.

secrets were troublesome at the best of times, sometimes, they were things that people wanted to share but were afraid of being hated for. he was no stranger to keeping secrets, no, he bore many himself, many that would change how folks saw him.

he had fled to the beyond and it's mainland years ago, grieving the death of one he loved more than he ever should, a man that had caused him so much pain and grief as well as joy and happiness. he hadn't known what to do so long ago, he'd tried to find purpose in so many people and things that in the end he just wore himself out. his shadow stretched longer and longer, day by day, if only because of the secrets that he kept, and the secrets of those who had confided in him.

then, there was the day that he had fallen and become injured. his wings were not free to fly with anymore, his duties leaving him bound to places he wished to escape. he had escaped, disappearing after a very public wounding, for disobeying another. he had no place left there, fleeing, running and running all the way north until he collapsed in this land that had been foreign. he was powerless and so alone, bleeding half to death. death had come some time later, freeing him from that bound body and allowing him this shape, whole in it's entirety if only for the empty heart in his chest. he'd given something up to come back, to this land of frozen hell where he'd remained.

coming across gekigami, the god of battlefields would stand silently, observing the male from a distance before exhaling and a grand cloud of mist surrounded his muzzle, stepping forward to quietly sit next to him. he didn't need to speak, he knew the frustration that the other felt. he could practically feel it in the air, his gaze flowing out over the frozen lands turning into less frozen landscape and sighed slowly, "what you lost will be discovered again, when it's ready to come back. and it does not mean you are weak without it.", he murmured gently, the meaning of his words meant for himself and for the other as well, though, perhaps, he took the most comfort from his own words

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