04-26-2015, 07:10 PM
Flashes of light, glorious arcing crackling forking bolts danced through the sky, sending crashing waves of thunder out into the world as the rain fell down to the earth below. Static charged in the air again as soon as the light faded, sizzling and snapping and building, building, building as the thunder god’s fury rose. The duplicitous, back-stabbing son of a bitch god of the underworld had stolen from him for the last time. His lightning bolts would strike true this time, and finally kill the bastard before he burrowed back into the roots of the tree of life and escaped again.
He gathered up the power of the storm, electricity licking his skin and setting the hairs on his arms standing on end as he felt for his foe, wound up, and let loose a great bolt of lightning. But the son of a bitch dodged at the last instant, and the bolt—shit. It hit the sacred tree instead. Which, thank the…well, the gods, instead of going up in flames or splitting in half or both, only shuddered from the impact. And as the infernal bastard vanished beneath the roots of the tree, a strange something tumbled out of the hollow at its base, sizzling and crackling and throwing off sparks of lightning. Tiny little bolts that danced along its surface with the low rumble of distant thunder.
Well, what the hell?
The thunder god swooped down as the strange something rolled to a stop, watching as it unfolded itself into the shape of a…horse? Well what the hell was he to do with that? A little gangly-legged thing with lightning in his hair and a storm in his eyes, painted the color of the thunderheads that loomed above them. He couldn’t keep a damn horse in the sky. Lightning flashed again, and thunder rolled as he grumbled and hoisted the tiny little thing over his shoulders. “Can’t stay here, kid. I’ll take you someplace a little more…habitable.”
* * *
Static danced along his skin, hair-raising and itchy and delightfully alive. Strong arms held him rough hands stroking his neck and ruffling his sparky silver mane into standing straight up, making a funny rumbling sound come out of his throat. Almost a purr, but with that echoing storm sound in the undertones. And a deep, bass voice murmured in his ear. “Alright, kid. You need a name, I’ve got one for you. Perun. You’ve got the storm inside you, your name should show it. You’ll do okay here, living out your life among others of your own kind. Much less lonely than a life with just a tree for company.”
The words echoed along his spine in that thundering voice as he was set on solid ground again, wobbly baby legs and all. One of those hands rubbed the top of his head, wiggling his ears and spiking his forelock and scritching a particularly itchy spot all at once, and that rumbling thunder purr happened again. “Don’t worry, Rune. Someone will be along soon. You’ll like her, I think. Take care, little spark.” And with nothing more than that, he was alone, with only the rain to stroke his baby fur and murmur comforting nothings in his little ears. Little Perun wandered over to a nice, sturdy, cozy-looking tree, curled up against the trunk, and yawned, drifting to sleep to the sound of distant thunder.
He gathered up the power of the storm, electricity licking his skin and setting the hairs on his arms standing on end as he felt for his foe, wound up, and let loose a great bolt of lightning. But the son of a bitch dodged at the last instant, and the bolt—shit. It hit the sacred tree instead. Which, thank the…well, the gods, instead of going up in flames or splitting in half or both, only shuddered from the impact. And as the infernal bastard vanished beneath the roots of the tree, a strange something tumbled out of the hollow at its base, sizzling and crackling and throwing off sparks of lightning. Tiny little bolts that danced along its surface with the low rumble of distant thunder.
Well, what the hell?
The thunder god swooped down as the strange something rolled to a stop, watching as it unfolded itself into the shape of a…horse? Well what the hell was he to do with that? A little gangly-legged thing with lightning in his hair and a storm in his eyes, painted the color of the thunderheads that loomed above them. He couldn’t keep a damn horse in the sky. Lightning flashed again, and thunder rolled as he grumbled and hoisted the tiny little thing over his shoulders. “Can’t stay here, kid. I’ll take you someplace a little more…habitable.”
* * *
Static danced along his skin, hair-raising and itchy and delightfully alive. Strong arms held him rough hands stroking his neck and ruffling his sparky silver mane into standing straight up, making a funny rumbling sound come out of his throat. Almost a purr, but with that echoing storm sound in the undertones. And a deep, bass voice murmured in his ear. “Alright, kid. You need a name, I’ve got one for you. Perun. You’ve got the storm inside you, your name should show it. You’ll do okay here, living out your life among others of your own kind. Much less lonely than a life with just a tree for company.”
The words echoed along his spine in that thundering voice as he was set on solid ground again, wobbly baby legs and all. One of those hands rubbed the top of his head, wiggling his ears and spiking his forelock and scritching a particularly itchy spot all at once, and that rumbling thunder purr happened again. “Don’t worry, Rune. Someone will be along soon. You’ll like her, I think. Take care, little spark.” And with nothing more than that, he was alone, with only the rain to stroke his baby fur and murmur comforting nothings in his little ears. Little Perun wandered over to a nice, sturdy, cozy-looking tree, curled up against the trunk, and yawned, drifting to sleep to the sound of distant thunder.