CH Hallowed Amnesty 🔖

“Even if we have to love each other through lifetimes, it will have been worth it.”

Level 01: (368) 368 - 72/83/87/63/63

Level 05: (???) 400 - 73/93/98/70/66

Level 10: (???) 491 - 83/112/135/84/77

Time passed and the Lava, or Scuttle as she had become to be known by the mortal wolves, came to know the boredom of those mortals. Although all the years the Lava had spent waiting and pining after the Sky did not prepare her for the waiting in the mortal realm. At times her body grew tired and cold... and it hungered. Those around her, still suspicious of her roots though day by day forgetting she was an outsider, grew closer and she felt almost as if she had ever been looking for the Sky. Maybe the Sky was hiding and having a good laugh at the Lava’s mortal flesh.

The Lava’s mortal hunger caused her to seek out a male and she carried that pup for what seemed to be eons. Born to her was a half god—mostly herself, himself? The Lava knew and understood but the pup was more mortal than he knew. Lava named him Amnesty. Precocious and obstinate, Amnesty won the Lykaon’s favor over his fully mortal siblings and began training directly under the Lykaon.

Part himself and part god, Amnesty knew well enough to shut his mouth should his pretender of a Lykaon, masquerading as the Lava himself, decide to eat his body and take his godly essence.

The first time Amnesty looked upon Elysian, he felt flushed and flustered, but the wolf hardly acknowledged him. The years of wear under this Lykaon’s rule wore away from his quiet understanding.

”Amnesty...? Your mother,” Elysian said, his eyes unfocused, “celebrated your birth last Spring?”

”Yes. She has long suffered but has become part of the pack fully,” Amnesty responded guardedly. “I am the Lykaon’s heir, so have found favor with his majesty and passed it on to my mother.”

Elysian’s eyes snapped forward and onto the young wolf. “Heir? To be so presumptuous. Why wouldn’t Lykaon Swiftflame sire his own heir?”

Amnesty hardened his gaze and met Elysian’s unfalteringly. “Who is to say that the Lykaon isn’t my father?” Of course Amnesty knew this was a lie. His father had been a rogue and Scuttle’s heart had been mended only briefly while waiting for the Sky.

Elysian scoffed and walked off, leaving the Lykaon’s apprentice alone.