Oh, it had been a wonderful hunt for the man. An ex-god, who knew all their tricks and traps, their secrets and treasures. He had evaded for so long, keeping just a step ahead despite his new mortality. It had given the male a thrill tracking him, hunting him relentlessly. It had been wild and wonderful, but nobody could stay hidden from long. Especially from a god, and especially from himself. He had enjoyed it, and thrilled in the hunt and the final find but now at last that stage had come to an end.
Ca'guuror DelaSangre was sitting on a lamp post. Yes, on top of the freaking lamp post, one leaning with his back against that little part that continued to go up his a little ways. His left leg was up, bent at the knee an bare foot pressed against the cool metal. His right dangled past the pole and just hand there. His arms crossed over his chest as he watched the lone figure of the male walking along the street. As always he was clad in his sleeveless black leather vest, his baggy black military cargo pants. The two small leather sacks hung on each side of his waist, each holding four silvery marble sized like objects. His gauntlets covered his hands, the talon like fingers clicking as they tapped upon his biceps, marking time with the male's footsteps.
"Good evening, Locutus." He spoke, not raising his voice, introducing himself, or anything else. He knew the werewolf male would hear him, probably recognize him instantly by scent if not his voice alone before he even turned to see him. Then again, perhaps he wouldn't for it had been a quite a while since they had last meet and spoke, since Locutus decided on this little vacation of his. It had amused and surprised Ca'guuror that he had been chosen. His life had been saved from the brink of death, only to be elevated above most others and then to watch this werewolf walk away and vanish.
"You made yourself hard to find indeed, but you should have known better. I would eventually find you. Sadly it wasn't even the fun way I found you. Leta speaks to much..." He chuckled thinking of the sphinx Demi-goddess who had replaced the killed Forgery Zaytsev. She was quite the wily one, but she talked sometimes far to much. His solid golden hues flashed with amusement, looking upon the male.
His leg slipped from of the pole and he swung them both out and slid off the pole. He dropped to the ground, silent as a feather upon his bare feet, bending them to take the impact and his fingers brushing the ground as he landed then slowly stood up right completely. "Oh, I do hope you had a fun vacation my friend. It wasn't as long as I apparently though it would be but knowing you, well you got in to plenty of mischief and had your fair share of fun I would say." He chuckled, his sharp top and bottom canines flashing in the light from the lamp above.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Sept 7, 2013 18:14:39 GMT -5
He'd wondered how long the other would stand there. He might not have been a god anymore, but that sense of smell was still strong as ever, not to mention the hearing. The man was dressed in his usual wear, and showed no signs of being worse for wear in it. The dark tank top did little to conceal what laid beneath it's surface, a network of powerful muscles, way too strong to be an ordinary human. Then there were those camouflaged battle dress style pants that had enough pockets that he might have been able to hide a body in if it was chopped into small enough pieces. Beneath that, those heavy combat boots. Everything about his dress spoke practicality above all else.
When the other man finally spoke he gave a low chuckle. True, by now he hadn't needed to hear the voice, didn't need a name to pin the face. He remembered it perfectly enough. It brought on so many things to his mind that truly it seemed impossible for one to forget. Without turning around he simply shot off his reply, "Ca'guuror DelaSangre. Unexpected. What took you so long?"
The mention of Leta brought out another chuckle."But isn't that her way?"He remembered the woman, the things that had happened. Oh it had been an interesting time indeed, one that Locutus was sure he'd never forget. But, then again he couldn't say he was surprised. It was all part of the game."Where would her fun be otherwise?"
Finally the man turned around and gazed over at Ca'guuror. He'd managed to secure another pair of shades which he'd placed over those intense, almost inhuman eyes. It likely did little to hide them from such beings, but the look suited him (at least he thought so anyway.) That mind of his was already beginning to work it's wonders. The new God of Nature sat before him, and for what? He had to be here for some reason.
"Vacation? I suppose you could call it that, though knowing me? A little fun is hardly what I would call mischief."The tone was neutral, though the tilt of the head, the shimmer of the eyes, and the faintest of smirks indicated he meant more than he said."And how can I help the mighty divines on this rare occasion?"
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Ca'guuror chuckled, shaking his head slowly. "Oh Loc, you have no need to be so formal with me. The others perhaps yes, but between you and me there is no need." He shrugged his shoulders. He had never liked it when people where so formal with him simply because he was a god now. He hated being called sir, your worship, Divinity, master....oh lords how he had hated master. The only one he had found acceptable was Lord....it had a nifty ring to it when spoken. However his mind was wandering, and he pulled it back to the moment.
"Why must there be a need for myself to call upon you. Hmm? Perhaps it is a friendly chat? A visitation to check and make sure nothing has made a meal of you yet. However unlikely that was." He chuckled and stretched his arms above his head. "Though if there was anything I needed would you answer the call?" He watched the male closely, gauging his reaction. Cag didn't trust many people. He never trusted Forgery and he didn't trust Leta, the replacement. Aine was far to fickle, jumping between lust and love, while that brute Sama'el was far to aggressive and violent. There was the fickle Erlang Shen, almost useless unless you wanted to know something, and finally Varos....and her damnedable scales. He understood balance, understood the need for it. Nature needed its balance as well. However she was above and beyond that, seeking perfect harmony when that was impossible and to achieve such would be to break to many of the 'rules'.
The ex-god of nature however was steady. Not fickle and naive, he stood on a solid ground even if that ground was his own rules and opinions. They didn't waver or change, and they held fast. He was reliable, even if Cag didn't fully trust him.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Sept 7, 2013 20:49:40 GMT -5
The baritone voice chuckled once more as he turned about once more, facing away from the deity and gazing off into the distance. "But formality is the name of the game these days isn't it? Technicalities, formalities, such trite and fickle things. They sit there to be a nuisance, and just when you thought you had them understood... poof. But I don't suppose you came for a debate in philosophy."
"I have yet to come across anything that desired to off me yet, though Leta seemed to make a meal out of me none-the-less. I suppose it wouldn't be much of a surprise. I must look so tempting to her. I take it Forgery is gone? He was always one of the most meddlesome."The man paused for a moment and raised his right hand up. He flexed the digits, looking down at that hand with almost idle curiosity. The lamp post Ca'g had recently vacated began to whine and flicker as the light was subjected to current changes. Meanwhile tendrils of electricity began jumping the gap between Locutus's fingers as he watched with idle fascination.
"Would I heed the call? Now that would depend entirely on what it was that was asked. I am not the lapdog that Leta seems to think I am, and I won't be one for anyone else either. But at the same time..."His fingers pulled apart and the electricity arcing between them faded. He let his hand drop and went back to looking off to the sky."There are some things you never stop being... regardless of what happens. Born a son of the moon... die a son of the moon. Denying it in between... now that's just foolish."
The man would trail off, never once looking back as his eyes pierced through even the heavens above, gazing at the distant pinpoints of light. The night air was almost toxic for one like him. It filled him with a pent up energy that was at times difficult to contain. The desire to shred this form... to unleash that power hidden within him and blaze through the forest endlessly. Thankfully there were other ways of releasing that energy that were just as enjoyable.
He watched the male, nodding slowly. Oh he understood perfectly. At one point in time he had himself joined the Antithesis and worked against the gods, refusing to be the play toy of them. "Oh yes, Forgery is gone. Varos claims she with the help of a cyanocephaly she had has appointed the god of death killed him. I am not sure if I buy that personally, but who am I to say. The others, they go on day to day as usually. Boring and dull, the majority of them. I honestly don't see how you did it all that time."
He watched as the male played with a little electricity and grinned. A fun energy to meddle with, electricity. Even more fun then fire but not as much as water. He shook his head chuckling. Then the chuckle ceased and he looked at look with serious eyes, a look not common upon his face and not often seen by anybody else. "I wouldn't ever dream of attempting or even thinking of you as a play toy, bub. Even to the gods. You should know better then that. However your are partially correct, I am here for something. I didn't go to Erlang for I don't trust him. I have been noticing a lot of activity in the KD recently. I think there is a reason behind it as well."
He moved closer to Loc, narrowing his eyes and stopping only a few paces from him. "What do you know about the Seamstress, Loc, and her Fortress at the edge of the void? I think there is a connection between her and some many recent happenings in the KD and even maybe upon earth."
Post by Locutus Ferox on Sept 8, 2013 1:11:56 GMT -5
"So Anpu has moved up in the world.... Not surprising."It wasn't a hard guess. Even during his time before the man had encountered that one. Locutus figured he'd be up to something at some point. It was only a matter of time. It was ironic the move was done during the dawn of truths. "But death never lies... There will be another. Heh... Leta. Why am I not surprised. An improvement for sure... A bit more predictable... in her unpredictable way."
"After a while you learn the system, and stay out of it. Staying ahead allows you to focus on the more important things, like keeping things from falling apart both there and here. With people like Forgery creating a ruckus all over the place, someone needs to be around to keep the order. Amusing considering that it should be Varos's job."
The man tilted his head back in Ca'g's direction, listening to him speaking."So in the lapse of divines willing to provide assistance they turn to the other ancient one who left for Earth. I am sure that was a theme to one or two novels and motion pictures. Erlang would know more about that."The man chuckled softly, shaking his head one more time.
Those eyes watched Ca'g as he moved closer. He slowly pulled off his shades, locking eyes with the other man directly now. For a brief instant there was a flash of surprise in his expression. "Why is it all the old things keep showing up after all this time. It's like the past decided to catch up with me... but it's not my past to be caught up on. What makes you think the Seamstress of all things would be up to anything, and why now? Why not when the divines were at their weakest. At the loss of Forgery... Say what you will about him, he was obsessed with his own power... and protecting it. Lets just say he protected Shangri-La for all the wrong reasons."
Cag nodded and chuckled. "Our right, Forgery was obsessed about his power and keep it jealously. Is that not the reason between this mess between the Seamstress and the gods in the first place?" He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "Personally this isn't even my job, I wasn't even involved with this. I wonder if she will hate me as much as she hates you all for screwing her over."
He lapsed in to contemplative silence, then sighed. "Anyways it isn't knowledge I seek about her. I could go and read about that in the Library anytime I wish, which I have. What I want to know isn't in the library. It's opinions, and it is thinking and personal thoughts. Erlang doesn't share either exceptionally well. So I, Ca'guuror as a being not a god, come to one of the few I could ever say I trusted besides Stilia Medusa and Zelozelos."
He paused at this moment staring at the werewolf before him. "I'll right, I'll give it to you straight. I want you to come with me and see what is happening around the Fortress. This is why I have come to you instead of Erlang. You and I both know that he would never leave his library. What do you say Loc? Wanna go on another hunt together and see what Seamstress and Ygin are up to?"
Post by Locutus Ferox on Sept 8, 2013 18:05:33 GMT -5
"Screwing her over? Is that what they call it these days. Well that's certainly an interesting viewpoint of it. I imagine things look very differently from where you're sitting. Whom do you think orchestrated it? She represented the power to undo everything that he'd worked for. The others were so quick to believe him. What could I do? We few were outnumbered. We had little choice but to remain quiet for the time being or risk the same fate as her. Discretion is the better part of valor. Live to fight another day when the odds are more favorable. Without Forgery now there might have been a chance... If she hadn't wallowed in her hatred for years." The man waved a dismissive hand to the thought.
Locutus looked back at the horizon once more. Thoughts ran through his head, thoughts about the day that the seamstress had been cast out. Some had tried to fight it, but as with the goddess Ishtara, it was a futile battle. That was his way though. He was glad that he had been dealt with. They didn't need the goddess of truth any more than they needed him, but at least without him, Logic and reason could stand a fighting chance.
"Erlang is a creature of fact. He's extremely intelligent but he knows more about his library than he does living in the world where his facts exist. For that you need someone who's been there... Stilia Medusa and Zelozelos haven't been around long enough, so you come to the only one who has. The ex-god of Nature. Certainly a smart choice, sometimes one needs to seek help, and why not the one who was there?"The man mused as he covered the basis of Ca'guuror's statement. After a moment he gazed back over at the deity and perked a brow. "The Doriem, Cag? That place is dangerous for the divines themselves, and I am not what I used to be. I could only imagine one misstep and I am more so liable to end up lunch than you. Why for the trek all the way there? You know if she finds us, we're both dead... right?"
The man gazed at the deity with an intense gaze, awaiting an answer to his inquiries. He hadn't said yes to the proposal of the trip, but then again he hadn't said no either. Inwardly he weighed the options. He was never one to jump into things so quickly, but then again he didn't doddle either. He took his time to think things through before lending his aid, and this was one hell of a risky adventure.
Cag stood back listening to the male speak to himself. Loc tended to the think aloud, it was a trait Ca'guuror had noticed long ago even when the male was a god. He also knew it was best to let the man finish with his thought process before interrupting him. He nodded slowly as the male asked a question that was actually more a rhetorical then anything.
"I have great faith in your abilities and intelligence, Locutus. You know it probably better then most, except maybe Sama'el who spends almost his entire life out there fighting. Not to mention I'll be there, and I have come to know the creatures there intimately. Even befriend a few most would call folly to even attempt. It's really just a matter of knowing them." He chuckling thinking of the adolescent quillbeast he had almost adopted. The damn thing even hung around the rear gate of Shangri-la now, hoping for a morsel or to follow Ca'guuror around. Not that it didn't try to take the occasional bite out of him, or riddle him with those vicious quills. It simply served to keep the male upon his toes, and the beastie had proved itself loyal enough when it helped to fend off a pack of wendigos once.
The Loc spoke the thing he was most hesitant about. If they where caught, they both where dead. He contemplated that, nodding slowly. "Yea, that's what I have been thinking about the most. I was thinking.... The Seamstress does not know myself. Maybe she won't kill me on sight. After all I was not one of you when Forgery tricked her. Yourself, I'm not entire sure about. She may kill you, then again she may not. Your are no longer a god anymore, she may very well find that amusing beyond all else and leave you to your....mortality as a punishment of itself."
The deity shrugged his shoulders, frowning. "They are chances, yes. Something that could happen, but we are all going to die one day. You quicker then before now. Why not die in the attempt to keep the worlds on balance. For I think Ygin has a new plan. Involving earth to unseat the gods." He waved around them, raising his eyebrows. "I'm not sure what the plan is, or how getting followers on earth would help her. However that's what I have seen and sensed."
He went silent, contemplating softly and slowly smiled. He had just had an idea and wanted to see what the once deity thought. "We could have Leta come along....that would guarantee our safety. Seamstress would be vastly more interested in her."
Post by Locutus Ferox on Sept 8, 2013 20:23:07 GMT -5
Locutus chuckled."Fighting teaches a great many things, but only so much. You learn how to fight, but you also learn when you're outnumbered. Learning with fighting as an auxiliary instead of the focus... teaches you how to not get out numbered, and how to get around it when you are. Still... the confidence I will take the compliment."
The man re-crossed his arms as Cag spoke again. Normally his approach might have worked, if it wasn't for the hatred of a woman scorned some time ago who was left to sit in her hatred for a few centuries. He then rolled his eyes as Cag mentioned punishment."You speak as if I did anything to deserve there to be punishment. All I did was chose not to waste my position supporting a cause that was doomed to fail at the time. It is not my fault she lacked the patience to try again when the odds were more favorable. I cannot be blamed for that. As for you... You're just as guilty as I am. Guilt by association. If she has it out for me, you're in no better a position. I wouldn't rely on being a new blood to save you. She considers us all to be worthy of the same fate."
Finally the ex-deity let out a chuckle as Cag continued. It was an amusing prospect for sure. Would he die in some far fetched crazy scheme for the sake of protecting the world?"You're starting to sound like Varos you know... talking of balance. Best be careful, she might come to pay a visit. Not that I would mind that. She has quite a bit to offer in the terms of balance. She just might go a bit overboard at times. Would I die for the sake of balancing the tables? Why? Why would I do such a thing when I would much rather balance the tables and keep myself in the living?" He shook his head slowly again."No Ca'gurror. I have no intention of dying on this plan of yours... "
He let that hang on the air for a few moments, staring off again in silence as he slowly pulled out his shades. He brought them up to his face and started to slip them on as he finished his sentence."But it seems we've some weaving to do."
Ca'guuror shrugged his shoulder. "Your guilt or innocence upon the matter matters not to myself. Whether you 'deserve' to be punished or not is a relative concept to me for I was not there to see what happened and thus can not judge, though clearly in her eyes you are guiltly if she as her daughter wish to kill you so bad."
He laughed and nodded shaking his head. "Varos does indeed go overboard quite offer with her...unique way of seeing balance. I simply sound like her because nature has a particular balance to it. If upset the entire system is rocked and could possibly collapse unless it finds a way to right itself. So I do speak of balance often enough and Varos and I do tend to get along. She a good friend and ally."
Then he paused as the male finally gave his answer, and the answer was no. "Disappointing, Locutus but expected sadly. Perhaps I will get some other mortals to help me with this then." Then he crossed his arms over his chest watching the male intently as he out on his glasses and said something else. He remained silent, watching the male before slowly raising his eyebrow. Arcing it above his right eye he looked at the male before finally shaking his head. "You know what makes me different from the other gods, Loc. I ask...I could have simply brought you to the KD and thrown you amidst the monsters. Leta would have, Varos probably, Sama'el would have definitely done it yet I asked. The point I'm making is...I'm not going to read your mind so kindly expand upon what this 'weaving' we need to do is, please and thank you." He looked pointedly at the male, shaking his head.
