11/5/2025, 12:00 AM
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Our hearts are monsters, that is why our ribs are cages
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The wolf stood in a field of roses, eyes fixated on the mortals who offered gifts so that they may live another season. Each one pleaded their case, that they had lives, family, or a job they needed to finish, but each one was just an excuse to live longer than they deserved or required.
He lived easily; nothing could touch him, or at least hadn't attempted to touch him. He always believed himself to be unstoppable, that he was adored like the god he was, only to find one day that life herself could take his life as easily as she had given it. He was supposed to be her balance, and she simply stripped him of the life he had earned once before, life flashing before his own eyes. Achelois dug and scratched, trying to rip the black smog that was enveloping him from below.
When he awoke after, he stood in a tundra-like area, the trees standing tall and his gaze focused on the sky that was dark, the stars twinkling gently and he growled softly. Cursed gods and their desire to remove everything good. With a heavy huff, he turned, he had to find out what this place was and find out how to get home...if he could.