the sort of thing that miggs would say

*Lecter* · July 31, 2013, 01:31 PM

lecter

yay, thanks for joining, guys! <3 and em, i don't believe they would, but it makes dynamics interesante. also, since lecter is unconscious, feel free to skip him after this post, at least for a couple rounds.

A dream was opening a portal in the blackness of his mind, blossoming quickly into a fierce light that he shied away from. Atka. The bear-goddess watched him grimly. Lecter was not one of Her own, but She feared he had angered Sos. And while Atka did not fear the Dark One, Her sense of balance had shifted. Shaman, She growled, intending to wake him from his stupor.

In his mind, the madman's teeth clicked together with a mocking snarl. Atka. Come down to scold me for some minor offense, such as my lack of groveling at your white paws? He cackled as the Goddess curled Her lip contemptuously. The scales have tipped, and it is not in your favour. You have angered Sos. Lecter's icewater eyes narrowed; while he certainly felt that Atka had no right to speak upon dark magicks and shiftings of power therein, he held silent. You are alone. Come to the light, She murmured, Her words filled with light, even the barest hint of hopefulness for the bloodied shaman to enter Her fold, to at last join those who were righteous in their worship.

Lecter's hackles bristled; his glare deepened in its ice. Never. I serve Sos, and Sos alone. Come to me no more, Atka! I should rather desire hopelessness if He never turns His face to me again, than lapping like a fool at your feet.

The white bear was silent, the aureole of light surrounding her brilliant form unable to lash back the tendrils of black shadow that coiled in Lecter's mind. Very well. I had not thought to let one who was once loved by those who worshipped Me go without, but you have made your decision. With that, Atka was gone, the last echoes of her words hanging like so much mist before the hard eyes of the shaman, before consciousness slowly bled back into a haze.