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Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

Mephilis

Mephilis

The End of Destiny
Joined
Aug 5, 2014
Location
On the edge of Madness, within the Twilight Zone
It was that same dream again, that has haunted his dormant mind for ages, tearing at his sleeping sanity. He could see her face, Saria, his beautiful Saria, her soul piercing eyes full of sadness. Neither of them wanted this to happen, but they both knew it had to be done. The Gods had forsaken them, and the humans desired their land, and their lives. He would die, but she, and any other woman would be forced into a life worse than any death. Gripping the hilt of his sword, he knew he had to save her, but was only afforded one option, something he would never forgive himself for. As he pushed down on his weapon, he could feel it tearing into her body, he could feel her bite back the agony that proceeded her death. He watched the joyous life they had flash before his eyes, as he watched the life fade from her's. He could feel it in his chest, his heart broke as those gorgeous eyes closed for the last time, a broken heart that never healed. Just as he began to express his agony in a pained roar, it all went black, then he came to life again.

The Great Grey Panther, Septis Glaivenclaw, stood up from his kneeling position on the ground. That dry, dirty ground of the desert floor, silver eyes reaching out for the sky, he saw the world again. He was awake, yet, still asleep. Looking down at his nude feline body, he sighed, he looked just like he did on that day, the day Saria died. He knew, that this was but a vessel for his hatred, his grudge, and he had to find his true body to awaken his full power. So many times before, that brown haired human with blue eyes had stopped him. This time, he had to succeed, it had been long enough, his plan was in place. He saw through the ages before that battle so long ago, on that metal continent he created, where the first Hero had defeated him. He knew that this age, was when all his schemes would bear the most fruit, of course awakening himself before now would have been preferable, but even so, he could still achieve his aim now.

First things first, he thought as he looked over his muscular form again, he needed clothes. With a sigh, he began to walk forward, unsure of what he would find in this sand infested land, but he would continue to move until he saw something, not like the heat bothered him.

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Pain, horrible pain, a headache for the record books, the human thought as he grasped his head. William had lived a simple life, in his small village, working as a hunter, and errand boy. But now, things were changing, memories of things he did... but didn't do began to rush into his head. He could see it all so vividly, yet understood nothing. Finally, the pain began to fade, and one single image resonate din his mind. A sword, unlike any he had ever seen before, but the image was gone before he could really focus on it. "That was... different.." He said to himself, he he looked around, it did not seem anyone had noticed him grasping his head for dear life. Which was fine by him, he hated answering questions, he just wanted to do his job and go home.

Speaking of which, these supplies were not going to deliver themselves. Looking around, he managed to find his pack laying out on the ground, seems it fell off his back during the massive headache. Pulling it back on his back, he began to look around for any items that might have fallen out form the drop. Finding none, he continued on his way to Neclair's shop, oldest shop in the little village of Scaven, ironically run by what must have been the oldest man.
 
Honey colored eyes watched from the darkness. She had somehow found a way to track the hero. That was how she knew her old friend Septis would revive. A large smile found its way to her Lynx mouth and she looked around. Now all she had to do was find Septis. It was always the same, the hero would herald the coming of Septis by a headache or a seizure of some sort. Yes, Septis would be a friendly site to see, and he would likely need some provisions. He always awoke in the middle of nowhere, somewhere where the humans would not know of the gods shame. Ohh but Chamile savored it, reveled in it. The gods had been stupid to turn their back on their kind. Chamile was the only female to survive because she had clothed herself as a man and had joined ranks with Septis. That was where they had become friends. She had saved his life and he had saved hers. It was a partnership of sorts.

Yes, she would need to find him. She ran home to throw some things into a bag. Grabbing what she affectionately called the "Awakening bag" that had all the needed up to date items that he would need, she shut her eyes running her hand along a large map and stopped on a place not too far. But it was the desert. Growling, she took off for the nearest airport. It was no problem for the lynx. She had a good job as a writer of the tales and adventures that she had shared with Septis. He was a hero a modern hero of people who had good taste of books.

The plane ride was quick and as she stepped off she ran face first into another anthro. She was a beautiful white tigress. Her jaw dropped. Septis had told Chamile several times of the beauty that was Septis and even showed her a picture. This was the woman. Her eyes twitched and she knew then that she had to find Septis quickly.

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Rose was on a trip to help some anthros in a poor poverished part of the desert. They needed healing and to be helped. She was a nurse. She was reaching up for her carry on when a lynx standing at 5'6 ran into her. Rose was 6'0 so it didn't bother her. She smiled at the woman who looked at her as if she had lobsters crawling out of her ears. Rose tried to place the woman as she scurried off to no avail. Shrugging, she finished gathering her belongings and walked off the plane and was greeted by the desert heat.
 
Septis must have wondered for hours, in the blazing heat that would have claimed the life of a mortal man, but his immortal form did not waver. He continued to march across the lifeless wasteland, silver eyes continually scanning the area around him. He felt confident that Chamile would find him eventually, she was never far way after he awoke. He never quite understood, or questioned how she could zero in on him so quickly, but he certainly enjoyed having a faithful, timeless ally by his side. If truth, where it not for the fact that his shattered heart eternally longed for his lost love, Saria, he would have likely felt a bit more intimate about the Lynx.

Looking up at the sun, he sighed once more, it looked bright, must be blazing, but to the grey feline it felt lukewarm. Taking a look around again, Septis beheld the vast emptiness, a prologue, to what he intended to do to the world around him. His thoughts drifted to his metallic continent, that mass of metal that floats out on the ocean. A smile came to his face as he recalled the final battle of his war, when the contemptible human and the surviving Gods rallied together to subdue him. He knew that defeat was inevitable, thanks to his Eternium Eye, an actual eye belonging tot he Primordial God, that he used to replace one of his own. It allowed him to see the infinite possibilities in time, and it also allowed him to show possible futures to anyone who gazed into it. Often using the latter power to show them a vision of doom at his hands, to shake them. Infusing its gaze into his two faced sword, he can literally rip someone's soul form their body temporarily, forcing them to watch helplessly as he kills them. He missed that eyes, it was buried with his true shape, that perfect body that he had no inhabited for some ages. He would have it back, and his world breaking, God slaying sword, and then, he would tear the Deities themselves from their little kingdom and plunge the world into a new age, free from their pretentious rule. But first... he needed to get out of this desert... and he needed clothes...
 
Championed rented a air conditioned vehicle that would keep her cool as she went. She also kept a large ice chest in the back filled with things that would keep her content and comfortable. She drove out into the desert letting her instincts guide her.

After hours of driving she saw his form on the horizon. All during the drive she wondered how best to tell Septis that Saria was reincarnated. Her heart was beating in her chest. There was no good way to do this but she knew that he would want to know. With a deep breath she leaned over to the passenger side window and rolled it down.

"Hey there buddy you look lost". She pulled down her glasses and winked. "Hop in."
 
Septis had started to become annoyed with the desert, a low growl coming from his throat as he kicked up a bit of dust. Quickly bringing his large hands, complete with sharp claws against the airborne dirt. After a few swipes, he heard a sound, like an angry beast, coming toward him. The last age in which he had been awake, there where not vehicles, so this was completely alien to him, but it sounded like an animal. Tensing up his muscular form, Septis ignited a crimson aura around himself, preparing to fight. He lowered his guard a bit, when he saw the machine. He was unfamiliar with cars, but he knew a thing or two about machines. Only the machines of his time where powered by magic, not oil and gas. As the window rolled down, a strange sight was seen, a smile came across his face. "Perhaps I am." He said before trying to crawl in through the open window, but he was simply too broad. It would take some trial and error befor ehe finally managed to open the door and get in.
 
She chuckled and then opened the door for him. Handing him a bag that was full of clothes she leaned back and watched him. Reaching into the cooler she got out a bottle of water. Opening it, she handed it to him and then cleared her throat and looked up at Septis and bit her lip harder. She knew the sooner she told him the better.

"Septis, my old friend, I have something I must confess to you." Chamille cleared her throat and took a long drink of her own water and raised her sunglasses to her forehead as she waited to drive in case he needed to freak out or get out. "Saria is reincarnated." She chewed on her lip and watched him careful for his reaction.
 
Septis was a bit surprised by the clothing of this age, looking over it with a mixture of awe and disgust. He had always been partial to armor, and this just was not up to his expectations. With an unhappy growl he began to slide the things on, a white muscle shirt, black overcoat, blue jeans, black boots and some black fingerless gloves. Luckily for him Chamile had cut a hole int he pants for his long grey tail. Another growl came form him as he looked himself over, this was the attire of a weakling, of a human, but it would do... for now.

"What?" He asked as she spoke, his voice was deep, powerful, but oddly smooth. Watching how she opened the water bottle, Septis mimicked her and began to take a drink. Then she told him... Saria, the shock ran through his body like a tidal wave, causing him to spit up the water he was drinking. Taking a few deep breaths, he watched as the water dripped and slid from the windshield. "You must be joking? Are you sure? How do you know it is actually her!?"
 
She swallowed and looked at him as the torrent of questions came. Grabbing a tissue from one of the pockets of her sachel, she began to wipe the windshield and looked at him. "I just know alright? You talk about her enough. And she just so happened to be traveling to the spot where you awakened? Septis, I might not be as wise as you are on the battlefield, but I am not completely hopeless." She looked at him and then sat back and wiped her face and then thought chewing on her lip.

"If you don't believe me." She finally spoke. "I can take you to where she is if you promise not to do anything rash." She watched him carefully.
 
With a low growl, the large male listened to the smaller female, he tended to trust her judgement, being for all intents and purposes a Goddess. Ironic that he loathed Gods, yet his closest ally was one, it seemed there was always an exception. But why would Saria be reincarnated? After all this time, it is doubtful his enemies knew of her existence, or they would have used her against him long ago. No, he couldn't accept her word this time, not on this, she would have to prove it. With another growl, the grey panther would crush the water bottle in his hand, sending more water about, getting his new clothes wet as he looked over at her and spoke, "Take me to her."
 
She watched him and shrugged. At his order, Chamille turned the van and began to drive in the direction of Saria's camp.

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Rose smiled as already, after arriving, she had helped so many people. A mother gripped her arm and had spoken in her language how grateful she was. And all rose had done was give the baby the liquid that had been deprived of her body.

At the end of her day, her guide guided her to her tent where she had heaps of food waiting. She thanked him and ate and then moved to her bed curling up.
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Chamille parked outside of the camp. Getting out, she looked at Septis and motioned him and began to walk to the tent that held Saria. She motioned for Septis and smiled and waited.
 
While the van was a new sight to Septis, he was not unfamiliar with transportation, so he did not freak out as it began to move. Crossing his arms, he sat in silence. If she was here, how... and why? He did not want to see her, but he had to, he had to know.

Finally as the van came to a stop, Septis, having noticed how she opened the door before, managed to open his door on his own. Following her motions, he kept low, using that natural feline stealth, despite his size. Finally, they reached the tent, Septis crept over, opening it slowly a she stuck his head in to see her.
 
Septis came in closer, carefully, while this body was not as large as his true self, it was not exactly short either. He could feel his heart beating quickly, which was odd, he had not felt so excited in ages. Moving a large hand, the panther gently pulled back the sheet from her head, seeing her face. She definitely looked akin to Saria, but it could just be a coincidence.
 
She sighed and leaned against his hand. A soft sigh left her lips. Opening her eyes, she looked into his and was suddenly hit full force with memories that was so quick, she didn't pick it up. She leapt up and covered herself even though she wore a large shirt.

"What's wrong?" She whispered thinking something was wrong.
 
Septis watched her move away from him, a natural reaction to waking up to a couple of strangers near your bed. Withdrawing his hand, Septis would sigh softly. "Who are you? What is your name and where did you come from?" He asked, his voice deep, strong, but also gentle.
 
"I am Rose, I am a doctor who was sent here to help those less fortunate. Who are you?" She asked quietly. Chamille had waited outside, she had no interest in meeting a woman who was a reincarnated version of Saria and knew Septis would want some privacy.
 
Septis had to plot his next move carefully, she looked like Saria, but he saw nothing beyond that linking the two. This could just be a strange coincidence, shaking his head the large, grey male would move back. "Nobody, sorry to bother you." He said before pushing his way out of the tent, moving back toward the van. "We have alot of work to do."
 
Rose watched him and canted her head confused as to the meeting.
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Chamille nodded and went with him. "There is no way you will know for certain if that is Saria, but Saria did have that mark on the bottom of her right foot." It was a pink deformity on her pad that was in the shape of a heart. She raised an eyebrow. "What do you plan to do now?"
 
"Her body could be a perfect match to Saria's in every way, and still not be her." Septis said before searching for the handle to the door on the outside. "But if it is not her spirit, it is not her." He said as he finally found it and jerked the door open and moved into the van. "What I always do, try to find my body, I assume the contemptible human was reborn again?"
 
"They would like to forget me, they want to bury me... but they won't." He said looking over at her, "What is wrong? Do you have something you wish to say?" He asked as he looked back over at her tent. Doubtless, she wanted to speak of that woman she believes is Saria.
 
"There is a rumor floating around the heavens, that..." She shifted and swallowed biting her lip and watched the tent with him and cleared her throat. "That only the reincarnation of Saria can find your true body." She winced. "That she wasn't meant to be reincarnated, but another god wanted to shake things up." She swallowed knowing that she could get in a lot of trouble by admitting this.
 
"You gotta be fucking kidding me." The large Panther growls as he moves his hand to grasp his face. "After all this time I am only hearing this now!?" Glancing over at her with those silver eyes, this would be the first time he ever looked at this womean with any kind of anger or frustration.
 
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