Enough.

[Carnage]

and lord, I fashion dark gods too; Destruction is not enough. It’s a thing he’s dealt, more times than he can count - in fire, mostly, but in other ways too, murder and mayhem and whatever else catches his eye. It’s a thing he savors, its own type of lifeblood. But destruction, ultimately, is easy. It doesn’t surprise him, that the fairies have taken this route, the volcano vomiting forth on to the land. It’s always easier, to break things, to ruin them. It’s what they’d done with his land - his creation - when he had left it in Pollock’s unworthy hands. They’d destroyed, sent it down into the sea. (Not that he’s bitter.) He should go, of course, light out for the territories as the ocean begins to boil, the distant cacophony of screams lighting the air. It’s none of his business, it’s not a land he knows, or cares for, or holds any ties to, save perhaps for a loose relation to some of its residents and rulers. But as moths go to flame, the dark god goes to chaos. Taiga is in chaos, water flooding in, hot and boiling. It hasn’t fully engulfed the sorry kingdom, not yet, but it’s fast on his way. The faerie’s warning stings in his mind like some insect, telling them to run. Needless to say: he doesn’t. Instead, the dark god - the contrarian - he creates. He learns from their babbling thoughts that they have always loved the wolves, so what he makes is a mockery. He makes caricatures of wolves, things from fairy tales and nightmares, shaping them out of what Beqanna gives him. Wolves of water, wolves of magma, huge and monstrous things who gibber and howl and give chase. He laughs as he makes them, dozens of them, monsters as large as the horses themselves. His creation, Beqanna’s destruction -- it all has the same effect for these Tagian residents, because they are the targets on all sides, here. The ones who do not obey the fairy, who decide to stand their ground for whatever stupid, noble, defiant reason - they are the ones the wolves chase, the ones whom he drives out. Destruction is not enough. Nor is creation. But together, they are beautiful. CARNAGE