[PRP] Make the Most of What You've Got (Jaddis & Harimu)

[Melodine Cantus]

The God's Haven could be a stifling, boring place at times, but it was also a place for a god to rest their wings after making trips down to where the mortals resided. In Harimu'fujo's opinion, coming back to the mountain wasn't so bad; she did not think that a god should live where mortals did. This place was like a home, and also where she could find others of her kind about.

It was especially hard to find a certain god she was looking out for, that being her brother, but she supposed that he could not hide from her eventually. Why would he hide from her anyway? Unless he knew what she was on to?

Maybe someone else would know his whereabouts. If not, well then, she could always ask about how they preferred to use their powers on mortals.  

[Syrius Lionwing]

The deathly slim god didn't very often come to the haven. It wasn't his place, his place was among the mortals of the realm below. Still he could come here is he wished and though he could hear the calls of his domain he could ignore them for the moment. In truth he had no real reason to be here. He was just here because he could be.

Even here, where he could be himself the sickly coloured god still walked slowly, taking each step as it came his bones creaking together as he moved. As a god, he didn't need to breath but every time he took a long, deep, bone rattling breath it sounded like it must be his last as the air seemingly rattled off his ribcage.

Blank stoney eyes settled upon the black goddess and he pondered who, or what she was, she was unusual in very few ways but he had never seen her before. He couldn't say of course that he knew every god in existence but when you lived as long as he had, the knew an awful lot of them. His lips opened and closed against the stitches that tied them tightly shut causing a slow drip of blood to run down his virtually furless chin.

"I do not know you." His voice echoes though the voice didn't truly come from the body, it seemed to simply land in the air slow, purposeful, perhaps for her ears only. "Who are you?" His voice fell again wile the twisted ravaged old body shook and trembled as if it must surely fall over and take it's last breath. Instead though the seemingly crippled form sat folding the ravaged wings against his back as the decrepit form came to a standstill.