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[Risen]

The skies swooned into dreamy clouds. The sun had hidden itself lazily into the heavens. Wait...wasn't this heaven? Was it hell? The young wolfess did not know these answers. And wasn't she supposed to be...'god'. "You are special," everyone would purr to her. "They were all waiting for you," Or were they? Could things have gone on without her existance? "I am not 'god'," Sita muttered bitterly, "None of us here is 'god'." she looked wearily at the rolling waves as they crashed and sank into yellow beads of sand. Then...what was she? A super power; a heavenly being. Someone all wanted to please. She was supposed to happy; she was supposed to be content. But she wasn't. "I am far from content," she whispered, the faint note slipping through her vocal cords and out of her mouth. Sharp teeth glistened. "Will we never be content?" Would we? Sita still had no answer. For every reply she gave, a hundred of hundreds of questions came crashing forward, making sure to be heard and worried over. "You are a cruel life form...'real God'."

[Riven]

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Blue eyes looked up to the heavens and a single sigh escaped the barley opened lips of the male. The white clouds moved over the sun shunning it’s light from the world. The eerie like look of the land made him shudder for a moment and watch his back at points in time, but then all was alright. No one could hurt him anymore, for he was no longer alive. The dead walked the lands. A zombie, but his flesh did not peal off, and there was no stench of rotting flesh upon him. But then it didn’t matter for he was still dead, but not allowed to enter heavens gates. Yes he was and angel, but then why was he here? Why wasn’t he above with the rest, well his blessing was to stay upon the lands of the living, and live life like he should have before his father came.

A rare snarl escaped his lips, and he spat to the ground at the thought of his old man. What a bastard he was. Killing his mother, and then killing him. But what had happened to his siblings? He sighed and shook his head moving on through the thicket of the forest. The sound of small creatures running about echoed into his pulled back ears, and his bushy tail hung limply behind him. He looked like any ordinary wolf, and not an angel sent from the world above. No wings prodded out of his back, a choice he decided to make by himself. Hell, flying sounds fun but he wanted life to feel the same as before the murder.

He was now nearing the ocean and it’s salty fumes caressed there ways into his nose. A smile began to form across his face and his head lifted up highly, as his ears perked. He looked past the forest, and tried to find the empty area of the ocean and watch it within it’s glory. The waves overlapping and moving carelessly every which way, the birds plunging to the bottom of the ocean to catch fish, and then the warm sands oozing between your pads as you took a simple step. He grinned to this and quickened his pace. Well as soon as he was nearing the ocean and it’s salty winds hit him, he noticed another being. His head cocked to the side, and he took a couple steps forward, giving a frail grunt to make his presence known if she hadn’t known he was there already.

[Risen]

Sita turned her head slightly to acknowledge the young wolf. Eyes flashing, she smiled at him, if wolves could do such a thing. "You seem...full of regret," she spoke softly, voice carried on a single breeze, "...or have I mistaken?" The ever gentle femme turned away, her gaze steady at the horizen. I cannot heal his wounds... she thought bitterly. What is done, is done. Not even a 'god' can change that... She folded her legs, allowing herself to rest on the sandy bark. She was giving him a sense of...approval? Safety? Sita did not turn to stare at him again. Her presence gave a calm aura, as if beckoning to all to sit beside her. She closed her eyes, even though not talking to the young male, she felt at ease; at pleasure. Sharing silence with another was much more wonderful than...ah...well, you know what I mean. The snow was falling, drifting, landing in swirls and designs onto the ground and Sita herself. It was cold...ha, well, wasn't snow...wasn't ice supposed to be cool? This, if anything, was fair for 'god' to do. 'God'...