Chariots of Winter Gods
Winds speak to us and we to winds. Evenstar was shining brighter than the moonlight. Glistening irradiance. Through water and fire, the beings passed. Elder Days are embossed into the runes of power. All who were expended, for giving up the zeal of life for a cause, were back to a normal life. Free Elf Horses are back to maturing pastures, crying winters are not heard, no bound mouths of mountains, the glittering caverns are open to fill as the glistened ones in the infertile Syrax planet, the birthworld of Elves. Every bird is back to its flock, sent or sought. Under the Lonely Mountain, the Dwarven Mirrormere lake still shows, in its wake, the crowns of black stars which are arising the implausible and the far-fetched crystal streams. The nature was recuperating, the animals which were hidden, now they are back to enliven the spheres around them, the ones that ran, they are back as well, and all those who withdrew or were in fear, could advantage the world again. And the people were safe and secure, because, whenever you think that there is something that is endangering your life, perhaps, that is the good thing, for each virus is brought upon those who are unheeding the words of God, that only he or she, will take care that the human kind succeeds where others failed, and what is forwarded to you as the turmoil and the foreboding presage, ends up being the blessings in disguise.
There is someone out there who protects us even from ourselves. Yet, the last remaining remembrances were wrestling for the survival, and Nina didn’t want to miss it, there were hours to flow, before, the evil fades away for some other time. For that, she has to play the game with the Dragon before her. Was this also the test or the one she set for herself? She was hellbent to get her answers and oh, she did, she did. No more hiding. In the pillared and columned chamber that glitters, she comes into the being, in front of Meraxes, the Mera Dragon, who was in the Dragon humanoid form, covered in shiny scales, with even the high horns which could shred you into pieces, but Wolves had their solution even to such evolvement, for the fire as well, all what they need is to let their coats of supernatural endure as their natural insulation while Dragons were breathing the hot breath, and now, they could do it something similar with the ice on their wolfish tongues, as Water Dragons of blue flames or everyone else who was evolving beyond their graced boundaries in life. Nina was the mirage to Mera who was resembling the reptilian, the lizard with the amphibian strains, and this is something which allows each Dragon to swim, but not to live underwater, for that, you have to be a Water Dragon to whom the waters of the worlds and beyond its walls are their home and the primary domain. She has to go through this, to touch it.
- Does our…Mistress know?
- You fall, of course she does. – How long can you stay like this? – For a short time, or how I please. You do not flee?
- Why would I? There is the nice fire in the hearth, the mead and goodies, the toned down dark, the outlines are defined and delineated are the lit blazes of Hell, where you can sit and enjoy yourself, for this is the ball room scene I did miss as well. – You want to dance with me?
- I am in my favorite dress color. – Then, let us do it. Nina – and Nina drew near. There was no fright, only the shudder that promised to her of how gorgeously she stood up to the challenge, and she was swept away by the darkness’s allure.
It was the mesmeric magnetism, winning her over, she got hypnotized by the hypnotic dazzle and charisma, spellbinding her and enrapturing her world of dreams, she was dreaming, she was in one of her dreams, and she didn’t project it, she was merely extending against the enameled floor, the burnishing laminas, the waxed gloss. Nina was the merriest of them all. She danced and danced, circled around, whirling the seams of her frequenting dress, pirouetting on the strings of destiny that was only hers to take, and Mera kissed her, canoodling her, taking her here and then, she didn’t resist it, she let her be swooshed by the stumbling glares, for there were gargoyles, there were sculptured figures and chiseled figurines that were viewing what is coming to pass. Into the shadow’s play, the two life forms were exploring and examining one another, probing and tasting, the shadows of those frameworks, were the bodies, and through it, you can see, by it, you can dream it anew, in hope and tranquility. Such peace and quiet. The noises weren’t listened to, the wrought statues were moving their eyes, and some of the smaller frames, were glancing back and forth, right and left, inspecting and scrutinizing each greening glare. When it was all over, Mera was back to the water that was lighted by the fire, she was kindling herself, let it sear her, singe her, so that she may sap it into herself.
Once the gargantuan pool, it was becoming the simple tub for the oversizing Dragon, she was back to her real self, whiles leaving Nina to sleep in her bareness. She was feeling so good, on the pelts of slain trophies which were making troubles for the human beings, they were incarnated into other lives, and she is embodying the beauty of the human. Gorgeously indeed.
She was the well-mannered girl, who is napping by their hearthstone that was cracking the sizzling firewood, the tinder that is sputtering and crackling, into the fizzing green, that is primarily and uniquely for the blazes and flames that are skulking with the secret around, the Dragon went out, the droplets were dried upon the touch, drying itself up by the heating of its Dragon hide naturally. She was massive with long necked body and bat thin wings.
Sneaking up to Nina, to nest with her all over afresh, placing the Dragon head close to hears, they breathed with the same breath. It was such a cute scene to adore and admire.
She received them both so welcoming, and that is what mattered. She could sense it, their shared Mistress who was still battling with the last reminiscences of the Fallen God who didn’t make an inch of being defeated, for the God may be suppressed, but never perpetually subdued, and that is what the allusions of severity and austerity are speaking louder than any words. Thus, battled it on!
Mediating about the little princesses and ladies in silver. She was in her sureness that everything must be all right. Their Mistress shall be back. There is nothing to be distressed about. Disquieted also. Harrowed or discomposed. Making herself at home, not uneasy. Even when there was that uneasiness, to join, to see with her own eyes. To glare upon it, to lay her eyes, she opened them, and the Dragon was watching. They knew what was on their thoughts, this is something that was said without words. Not to be expressed, but to be tasted. Mera yielded to Nina.
- Our baby girl, why do you desire to glance at it? – I want to eye it. To survey of what it means to be in the mid of the battle. – It is subsiding. – I yearn to approximate it, to watch how something die. – You cannot slay a God, you may only put it away for some time, they always return back, in this way or another, in some other form or they do re-embody, as Elves who do not fade away, that is why bloodlines must be sheltered, so that they may be born through elven children, if there are the adequate amounts of them too. – I am listening, but like everything else, I have to envision it to you. Picturing. I tried to do it. To assassinate the God Elf. – Ah, I know. That was rather the adventure.
- Tell me about it, I even hold the grudge still, for having my chance under nose stolen – she is snugging herself further into the mellowness, whilst Meraxes could understand her, or was wishing she could, desiring to be simply a Mera to her. Hankering to be closer to her. – The dissatisfaction with the life never brought anything good and if you try to recompense it by looking into the Devil’s eye, trust me when I am saying this to you, our dearest, that is the paved path to the netherworld that is being burdened by the fire and brimstone. Packed with all varieties and the versions of the same temptations. What you do need, is not possibly what you do not have. – Probably. However, I cannot help myself, it is stronger than me. So, please. I crave to have my satisfaction, at least some of it.
- Nude? – I shall dress… - Do not, I have a way, if you burn for it so much – other humans would be content, for each need is sufficed, but not their beloved Nina, their lady love.
- How will you do it? – Trust me, hop on me – Nina did it, and she feels it, she was being caped by the swathing feeling of the Dragon’s homeliness, this is what they were telling her about, when she obtains it directly, outspokenly and forthrightly, no need for blankets, the lever opens the shielding and illuminative cupola on its own, and the titan Dragon was prowling up, groveling and creeping to the upper levels, the top tiers, peeking out, it was just the head and atop of her, was Nina who was being fulfilled by it.
The whirling vortexes were going up and up, the whirlpools of the snowing flakes were adorning the world that was being prettified by the flurried twinkles and those were the falling stars from the sobbing ether, the whole world was playing the dance and that dance was led by two Gods, one of the cosmos and the other was of the Wingless. She could discern the gold from the silvered rims, and there were the grandiosely speaking swirling, those were the swishing spins and sweeping twirls, the lamenting carousels of chariots, yes, this is what it was. The Winters they were both, one is Great Winter, Fell God Prometheus who once did so good, the one before the Time, of the universe’s stormy flaring, the stray flame of Red Giant that their Sun has become, and another is the perpetuated Winter is coming, just the way the North and his father has done it, what she was witnessing, bearing it, was the Chariots of Gods. Nina was ecstatic in.
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- I am a part of it too! – You are, we have to go back to safety, she will be boiling with wrath! – Is she in it, likewise? – Everyone, and the Hill House is the Lighthouse that brings all together!
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They went back. For the hardest tears are those of the men, when fathers cry if they do not do it well. They would pray to the same Gods, but there was a common answer to all, wait for more.
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Ties which bind, poured into one wellspring, the summer’s spring shall be back, and there shall be no essential to rekindle the spare heat that was making you bake in the ironworks for a Life.