Thread: Gratitude and Fate (Hareem × Tiberius)

OOC Sorry about the colors. Hopefully it makes the dialogue easier to follow. The fear paralysed the deer, but he could still feel. When the man touched him, he shook. He had seen humans before - he knew what they were, how strange they were to walk like birds but have the skin of worms. Their noise, their disregard, their violence scared him, sickened him even, but this came as a blessing he did not fight. When it was over, he began to regain himself. As the sickening creature beside him made noises beyond his understanding, he knew enough to feel gratitude. That conflict though, and the fact that the creature stood beside him still, helped to move him. One, two, three steps with eyes close to the mensch - and he was finally able to run, cursing his own legs for halting him before. The gratitude however moved beyond him, through prayer or karma - soon it was heard, seen by the stars and carried by the cold night's winds. The spirits had been watching. In heaven, Moschi himself saw it all, surrounded by his fellows. Another spirit - he - with a mouse's tail spoke up Well, well - Moschi - such a great deed you saw! Mus, don't be so gracious. The deed never needed to occur. If these creatures simply kept to themselves and stayed in their domin- Then they would never have blah blah blah... You repeat the same arguments the elders speak. Another spirit - feminine, strong-spirited - broke into the conversation of the three Rat, you only say such things because Man made you rich and lazy. What of Mamut? Of Smilod? Of - Mus again interrupted Shut it. First of all, I'm not Rat. Second of all, it you're too weak to keep up with the competition, it's your responsibility to - Now she did, but with unfathomable force. What occurred in the realm of the Gods can not rightfully be imagined, but the dances of light left the mouse-tailed one gasping - perhaps the strong-spirited one in human terms grabbed his throat. Never call something weak when you're synonymous with it. A fourth spirit broke into the conversation, separating the two at last. In a beat, Moschi moved to her plain. Stop this pettiness. This isn't so clear. Perhaps the Mensch is good, Mus sqeaked. ...perhaps the Mensch is evil. The feminine light growled deep, like a lion's threat. Moschi moved by her, but said nothing. Regardless, continued the fourth light, is he not deserving of reward? For what? again bellowed Mus. Moschi finally broke back into the conversation. For being good. He risked his life for my ward. That's enough. The fourth one answered, Well said. Lot or not, should he be righted. Serpent, that human... the strong-willed began, ...might I join Moschi? The fourth replied to her Why do you ask me? Moschi is the one who has the duty. Moschi... those beasts have food and water. What is left to give? What if he is not your love? Then I do not know. I like good hearts. And certainly you are my most loved here. I have a proposal we both entice him from afar, as I taste you, as you brush me. An he both? None? We both reward him, or we don't. Leona - this is quite out of character for you. Moschi, he's good. To death with the rest of them. With that, you should know it's curiosity. Mus jeered, Leona the Mensch-lover! A cry, and Mus was gone. So is it agreed. We take the forms of man with names anew. Moschi declared. Nash and Bing. That shall be us. Those tongues are dead. It has been a while since you've been around humans, hasn't it? What then? Lea, Ren? He is called Ren. So? How about we stick with the Latinate names? ...Alright. So it is decided. Tomorrow, we bless him.