⚕Father Marceau⚕

Time's still moving...a chronic nightmare.

Married to Hera 12/23/23


Spoiler The mint-colored beast of the foggy swamp with radiant skin dives through stringy algae inside a warm unusual pond full of greenery and nutritious inhabitants. It zips across the pond's interior grounds of strange clutter and bubbles, and deep resonant sounds follow after the creature's large steps. With eight separate legs that stretch across river gaps, and claws the size of a chef's knife, this creature's strength was distinct by sight alone.

The hurriedly creature swam hastily through the fluid with the likes of a centipede, roaming freely past a grove of trees in its path. After many twists and turns, the creature of swift movement began to decelerate, and its blood-red eyes lay curious of a glistening gold passage formed from the near end of the fluids.

Rippling through the world, a voice spoke from below, yet no bubbles came to confirm these words. The voice had spoken once more, but came in many voices from more than one being. As the creature loomed closure to the light, a reflection of the world became much more clear.

However, roaming along the corridors of paradise, The Great Emperor confided the creature from within the privacy of its own mind with the solemn words "Marceau, have you yet to disband me, and follow the voices other than my own?"

Even after those words of unsettling power, the creature crept closer and closer to the light, and from there the creature could hear the weeps of despair, desperation, but occasionally joy. Still, the creature crept till some of its legs seeped into the dome of light, and the sheer emotion from the glowing sphere was unheard of anywhere else.

Some distinct low words reached out to the creature with the voice of a dying angel as they pleaded "God above, won't you save me this time? These wounds are too deep to repair, so I cry out to you for your heavenly work."

As the creature stalked farther and farther through the sphere out of good faith, the voice would grow louder, and soon this sphere would devour the creature from its eternal paradise.

Outside the shores of a sea with a nasty riptide, the creature suffered a gruesome awakening. The shift of weight, the soaked limp legs, the frequency of sounds, and the claustrophobia the air would bring caused what was once the serpent of the underseas to go numb with body dysphoria.

In the meantime, the lord sits aside from the world, waiting for the day he can guide Marceau and his forsaken kin back home.

October 7th, 2022 - February 9th, 2024
Your wolf, Marceau⚕, has lived his life to the fullest and is now up in the heavens.