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The Temple of Paduan is the Temple of the Flamebearers, those who possess the stone of Ruby. Though not the god of Darkness, Paduan is still a bitter creature with a short fuse.
Yearning song of flesh on flesh
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Posted on November 23, 2010 at 09:55:34 AM by Paduan
Like a wretched dragon, the buckskin beast clung to his darkness, buried deep within the earth and lava glow that surrounded him. Ink rimmed eyelids hung mostly closed, dark eyes vague and staring into the depths of his temple. Smoke slowly curled from his nostrils, hanging about his head like a halo before dissapating into the warm dry air, ribs heaving with each slow exchange of breath. It was as if he were Enkil, sleeping the days and centuries away awaiting the call of his pale queen. Even the pattering of hooves on the soot covered marble floor overhead and the magnetic tug denoting a follower couldn't wake the god, as stubborn in sleep as he was in consciousness. To say he was unaware however, would be a lie. His skin reacted to the presence of the Flamebearer like another's would to cold, prickling and tingling itself into bumps, hair raising and giving the appearance of a longer coat.
Oh how his mind screamed at him once it realized a diamond shared the same hide as his ruby! Ink dipped ears slicking back against his skull, the action seeming to take eons to complete. He really had no right to be angry and sullen anymore, the heavy set god held no more sway over the grey goddess of the waters. She had returned to his side, despite the obvious fact that they were opposites in every sense, and had borne him a daughter. A small smile twisted the charcoal lips at the mention of Courant and their curious little filly. The memories were patchy at best as they stirred behind half closed eyes, whirring through his mind like an 8mm reel while the rest of his body remained still. He wasn't sure what to trust, modern times seeming to have been invaded by memories past. Had he played the part of Rip Van Winkle? Had he slept, much like he was doing now, and missed out on long stretches of time by dreaming of what once had been? Was he simply being driven mad by his power like the speckled god of Electricity? He certainly hoped it was anything but the last option, he wasn't ready to be speaking in riddles nor to be giving the Cheshire Cat a run for his money. We may all be mad here, but some were nuttier than others and Tazewell certainly took that cake.
Another long sigh rattled through his trachea, flames licking at the singed edges of his nostrils, lighting the walls of the cavern with a flickering uncertain light before vanishing, plunging the immortal figure into darkness and hellish lava glow once more. There he remained, quietly and patiently waiting for the quiet call of his lady, entombed within the earth.
what's done is done
its in the past
its ashes
PADUAN | god of fire
(OOC: Sorry about the post and it taking so long. Paduan was in a very..interesting...mood when this was written)
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