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[Vitauni]

Ooc: I got bored on Christmas Eve lol so I wrote this up. This is for Ashley (Vasilissa) only please. Thanks ^^

A soft wind rustled through the desolate land, blowing up the stench of death and decay higher in the air and right into the sensitive black leather nose of a large female wolf. The black fur on her shoulders rose for the hundredth time and her lips curled quickly up at the stench. She had been traveling for a whole day and was only half was there, twenty miles in a day is a wolves limit and she had pushed it even further at twenty-five. And the whole time she walked through death. No, she did not see anyone die per say, but bones and rotting flesh surrounded her. Being a hunter and a killer she knew a lot just from the bones of the creatures around her. She could spy out the large, slightly curved shape of leg and arm bones, and the huge round shape of a skull (although she saw much less of these as most seemed to be crushed for some reason or another). However what probably stood out the most is the large rib cages that stood out like jail cells in the dieing sun.

Flicking her tail Vitauni raised her head and used her sharp yellow eyes to try and find a good shelter for the night. A place where rats did not roam was preferable, thought Vitauni as she saw a slight indentation where a slightly smaller ribcage lay. Turning her body towards the possible shelter she loped towards it. Upon getting close Vitauni narrowed her eyes, trying to spy any other tracks that might have came around. But alas nothing was there, and if anything was in the last few days surely these winds and loose sand would have easily covered it up. Shrugged powerful shoulders Vitauni entered the ribcage and laid down, head on crossed paws and ears high on her head. She might try and rest here but she would not fully go to sleep. Besides, the stench of the place was strong enough to burn her nose every time she took a life sustaining breath in.

-------------- Next Morning

Perhaps by now you are thinking to yourself, what the hell is she doing out there in the skeletons and ugly land? Well incase you did not know Vitauni was The First in the large wolf pack of the OC, to which is similar to alpha on earth. And with that position came certain responsibilities, as expected. Well one of those might come into talking with humans, or human like creatures. And as a wolf she had not the tools or the skills to speak to such things, and she felt she had a need to acquire that skill to better her as The First.

Vitauni had long known of the Bone Witch that lived just two days travel from her own land, and she had heard many times the tales of the woman. Some might be true, others false, but the one that interested Vitauni the most was the fact that she could speak to all animals. Of course that could just be a rumor, something spread around because that skill is one that is hard (if not impossible) for one to get. Vitauni had heard enough, however, to think that she had it and was convinced enough to travel towards the ladies own territory and ask her about it.

As she pulled herself from the smaller ribcage she looked up to the sad sun, not nearly as powerful as it ever was on earth and sighed yet again. She had no idea what was wrong with her, why she would not just accept her fate and learn to love this place. She was no longer on earth; no longer could she feel the warm breath of summer or the freezing grip of winter. Instead this place was stuck in a forever going autumn, and Vitauni should be happy for that because on earth she herself loved the third season. Yet it was not the same, still just not the same.

Shaking these thoughts from her mind Vitauni started out at a trot still going south (well south going just slightly west) towards the Bone Witch. Her large pads it the ground lightly, even though she was large for a wolf, and she made hardly any sound as she navigated through the bones. Tail was still high yet not curled over her back as she would have done in the packlands for this place was not her own territory, it was someone else’s. And so out of respect she could not hold herself as someone of high position, yet she felt that she could at least hold her tail higher then most as she was a proud wolf. And the fact that she had the muscle and skill to back her up helped too.

Time passed silently as the large black female trotted at a steady pace. Her mind did not wander much from her task; years of training had made it easy for her to concentrate on one thing and one thing only, to not let other things get in her way or in her mind. And so before she knew it the strange hut was in view and she slowed down, ears alert and body tense, ready for an attack. Slowly, cautiously she came nearer to the house, eyes looking left and right and forward. Once the bone fence was about two meters away from her black head Vitauni howled gently in the wind, her voice asking for permission to speak with the owner of this land. After her voice ended she waited, eyes searching the strange hut for some movement.

Ooc: lol that’s a weird post sorry Ashley. ANNNDDD its not going in my table because I cant code it right on firefox so I don wanna use it because it bugs me.

Ooc2: WOOHOOO I figured out the table problem! Yay for boredom!

This post has been edited by Vitauni on Dec 25 2007, 09:15 AM

[Vasilissa]

((My history totally isn't done so I can't accept my own app... but since I'm going to finish it tomorrow I'm going to post anyway and I dare someone to tell me otherwise!))

Fumes surrounded her, making the interior of her hut smoggy and hazy. She hardly noticed, so intent was she on the new potion she was brewing. Vasilissa had the aspirations of a scientist at times, and right now she was trying to create an entirely new brew -- well, she'd been trying to make this particular brew for a couple of weeks now, although she could only spare one cauldron at a time for it. It was a healing potion, but on a much higher level than the healing potions that currently existed -- this was extremely powerful, being able to heal bone and sinew within minutes. Or, at least, that's what she intended. After weeks of minute adjustments to the potion and after having been forced to throw out many wasted efforts, she was on the verge of defeat -- sometimes a potion just could not be brewed. It was simply that the plants needed to make the right mixture didn't exist. It was too bad, becuase it would have sold at a tidy sum, but there was no use crying over spilt unusable potion. An idea sparked in her head, suddenly, and she glanced up at her shelf as she reached for the wormswort she'd nestled there. Looking wasn't actually required, as she knew her entire shelf by heart and even knew the specific bottles by feel, but she often did anyway, as if to remind herself that she could see.

As she was about to tap some of the wormswort into the cauldron, a soft howl rose up. She almost dismissed it, before the nearness of the noise made her raise her eyes to the only window, dirty with neglect. Sometimes she could hear the distant howling from the steppes, but it was never this loud and never this close. "Oh, really, now?" she murmured to herself, looking at her wormswort consideringly. She could just leave the caller out there and continue until she was done, since she worked by no means of etiquette that required her to drop everything she was doing as soon as a guest happened to rumble past. Still, a wolf sparked her curiosity, and she set the dried herb down with a small grimace of regret and picked up her skirts a little to walk.

The fifteenth-century style dress she was wearing was dirty, stained with the aborted potions she'd been creating, and it was obvious that she hadn't changed out of it in a few days. When she got caught up in the passion of mixing, it became easy to forget the passage of time. Similarly, her hair hadn't been washed, and was oily from the smog of the hut -- it draped around her in shiny waves, brushing the hollows of her cheeks and echoing the dark stains of insomnia that marred the delicate skin under her eyes. The eyes themselves were a little red, irritated at their environment, although they seemed as alert as ever. When she opened the door and stepped into the sunlight, she was very aware of these things and how dirty she appeared, but Vasilissa did not concern herself with caring. She was a Bone Witch before she was a woman, after all, and had better things to do with her time than primp. The porch at the front of her hut was small, so she only had enough room to step out before being forced to stop, lest she tumble off the edge. She could tell that the wolf outside of her bone-wrought fence was large, but that was hardly impressive from Vasilissa's lofty perch. "Yes?" she asked impatiently, her eyebrows raised imperiously.

She felt the amulet around her neck begin to warm, sensing the presence of a living creature, and the magic that wove animal-speech and human-speech into one began to move and lift. She hadn't had much time to converse with her cats, and she felt the amulet's joy at being able to work again. "You'd better have a good reason for calling on me, she-wolf," she noted caustically, propping her hands on her hips and raising her chin to further exemplify her superiority over the animal, although she'd noted the semi-dominant stance of the wolf before her. "I'm quite a busy lady." Below her, she heard the terrified bleating of one of the goats, who'd just realized that there was a predator nearby. The other goats took up the cry and hastened to the far end of the Bone Witch's yard, although the chickens remained scattered. The fowl stilled themselves, obviously hoping that the wolf wouldn't be able to differentiate them from the plants. [B]"Although you are a fair distance from your homelands, so I assume you at least think you've got a good reason."

[Vitauni]

The black she-wolf waited, tense and ready for anything. Back legs where slightly bent in a defensive stance, ready to jump away at any threatening movement, and jaws where unhinged slightly from her upper teeth, ready to bite and tear. Vitauni had been attacked enough to know what to do and to react to it quickly and efficiently enough. Yet not even she had ever been near a witch, human or wolf, and so had no idea how she would fight, and thus the extra precautions of attack.

The smell coming off of the building was strange, and her black leather nose twitching back and fourth as she shifted through the scents. Wolves do not smell like humans do. When people smell something they smell everything, like a soup. A wolf, however, does not pick up the sent as a whole, rather as every single ingredient. When a wolf smells a soup they smell the salt, the carrots, the chicken, the noodles ect ect. So right now Vitauni's nose was picking up a million scents and then some, yet most of them she did not know, and this put her more on edge then anything else. Scent is a canines most important asset, and not being able to know what she was smelling made her nervous.

Then more movement, and the door opened. The woman that came out was straggled, dirty and smelly. Vitauni did not mind, however. Humans were not her favorite, and so she did not try to think about them, thus she hardly knows what they should look like. The black female did, however, know that she was much to dirty, even by animal standards, and should groom herself. Yet the woman did not seem to mind, and to Vitauni it was hardly important.

The woman addressed her, and Vitauni listened respectively. Since coming to this place she has been able to understand human words, a strange and unsettling concept, yet so could all other animals. After the woman was done speaking Vitauni took another few steps closer, and dipped her head in greeting. "I am called Vitauni, and I am The First in October Country Pack." Vitauni's eyes looked into the womans for a second, then looked back down to about her torso. Vitauni may be The First but this was not her land, this was the Bone Witches, and so she must respect that.

"As The First I have certain issues that I might need to address in the future with the... Human or Human Like population. But I cannot do so because I cannot speak to such beings, other then yourself." Vitauni let that set in for a moment, thinking about how to ask her the question that she knew she had to ask. After that moment passed, she started again in a strong voice, "I ask you, Bone Witch, if you will help me in this matter, and what I must do to pay you if you decide to accept my request."

[Vasilissa]

[[ Grah, sorry for the wait, luv! Also, it's short. Because. Uh. It is. D: ]]

Vasilissa cocked her head to one side as the wolf made her little speech, taking notice of the First's wary nature, as if she were expecting an attack at any moment. Smart girl. Even though the wolf probably hadn't the slightest as to Vasilissa's volatile nature, it was always intelligent to take precautions. As the wolf spoke, the Bone Witch became more convinced that it did not seek to bring her harm, and also more convinved that she would be able to defend herself. The First was a large wolf, bulky, and would not be able to move so lightning fast as to deflect a good wallop of a spell. "You think I can just make a spell out of thin air?" she drawled, her eyes going half-lidded in a vaguely menacing way. She dropped from the porch, bending her knees as she landed on the ground. The impact was jarring, but she managed to shake it off quickly and stand to face the wolf, her two bone wands ready in either hand in case the wolf decided to go for her throat. "I thought all the leaders in this damnable place got audience with Adrasteia. Perhaps you should have asked her for special powers." With a sneer, she took a step around a small section of wolfsbane, although she kept half an eye on the wolf. She knew that the plant would not ward off the attack of a wolf, however -- she was not that superstitious.

Picking her way around the perimeter of her garden, she turned vaguely bloodshot eyes towards the wolf again. Humans generally knew about the Bone Witch, and elves, most certainly. Even some Faerie deigned to acknowledge her existence, when it so suited them. Wolves, however. That was new. "How did you hear about me?" she demanded, suddenly, her eyes narrowed in newfound suspicion. Anastasia had wolves, she knew, and while she didn't get the feeling that this was a pet wolf of anyone, she was still wary of spies and the like. Although, to be honest, she didn't have much to spy on, since she was fairly forthright in her activities. She was a witch, and unafraid to say so -- and people that had a problem with that were generally plowed straight to the ground until they learned to shut their filthy traps about it.

"As far as I'm aware," she continued, her voice much more level as she continued to pace around the herbs of her garden. "I've not made any travels to the steppes in recent memory, and I don't believe I've personally made a wolf my acquaintance. Pardon me for speaking bluntly, but this makes me a little suspicious of your motives." Seeing a weed choking one of her hemlock plants, the Witch dropped to one knee and pried it up viciously before chucking it up onto the porch where it would re-seed the soil. There was a bucket of weeds for that purpose, and about once every couple of weeks she'd fly and go dump it in some innocent farmer's crops. She liked to mess around with them occasionally. From across the yard, the goats had ceased their bleating, obviously having seen their mistress come down from the house and concluded that she was taking care of the Big Bad Wolfie.

[Vitauni]

Vitauni felt the Witches eyes on her, analyzing her as Vitauni did another, undetermined wolf. By undetermined I mean friend or foe, threat or harmless, to hunt or to hunt beside. Yet she kept her stance as it was, dominate yet still slightly submissive, eyes down towards the others middle, tense and ready to fight, yet not showing signs of attacking first. As though a bubble was being popped the other seemed to calm slightly, and Vitauni took that as meaning that she was safe to loosen up her muscles, if just a little bit.

The Bone Witch asked her about her spells yet Vitauni kept quiet, sternly looking onward. She had no idea how spells worked, no idea what so ever how you even start a spell. Vitauni had grown up on earth, in the wild. Eat or be eaten, be tough or be killed, rule or be ruled, be the top or suffer at the bottom. These were her ways of life. Spells and such were not.

At the mention of Adrasteia she looked up, her eyes meeting the humans for a moment before settling back down. ”I do not know how to ask for her attention, Witch, and from what I have heard you are also powerful and skillful in the area of magic and spells.” Her voice, strong yet calm, showed her ignorance or anger, did not hold a bit of rudeness.

The Witch started to move throughout her garden, and Vitauni’s golden eyes found the goats but quickly left them. Sure they might make a tasty meal if anything could ever make her fill full again, and besides Vitauni was a wolf and wolves have boundaries. And right now those goats where in someone else boundaries, not her own, and she would respect that fact.

The human spoke again, questioning her thoroughly. Without missing a beat Vitauni started to speak yet again. “Word travels quickly through the forest, like wildfire. I may not be able to understand the other animals but you learn how to read their thoughts through their actions and scents.” Vitauni eyed the plants and skulls around the yard before speaking again.”Wolves have a acute sense of smell, and scents travel far and wide. Every now and then you and your fowl house could be smelled even in the steppes, faint and degraded, but there.” By fowl she meant bird, not icky or disgusting. Rather it tasted like food, yet Vitauni had ever really tasted any animal that humans raise, not cow or sheep, not chicken or even (eyes flicked towards the animals in the yard) goat.

”My motives are only for my pack and myself. Humans, and human like creatures, rule this place and the forest animals need a voice every now and then.” A plain, almost empty smile stretched her lips as her eyes fell upon the necklace, ”Not everyone has a device like that, and most don’t even care.” Vitauni had long figured out that that thing was the reason she understand and speak to this human, she could almost feel its pull and its power every time one of them uttered a word.

[Vasilissa]

It was surprising to learn that Vitauni did not have Adrasteia's ear, even slightly... but then, from what Vasilissa knew of wolves, their leadership was too wobbly. One wolf was the leader, then another wolf took over, the secondary leaders were always shifting around -- she didn't make a habit of studying wolves, but it seemed like an unstable system to entrust a sigil to. If the wolves could be trusted to pass it off as needed, then it was also likely that it might fall into the wrong hands. Of course, the Bone Witch didn't think that would be too terrible of a thing for a goddess, anyway, since the sigil commanded no power over Adrasteia and she could probably just dissolve it if someone proved that it wasn't worth the trouble of maintaining the link. Despite all of this, Vasilissa didn't much think that the monstrosity of a creature outside her garden would accept defeat and submission lightly. "Powerful and skillful I am," Vasilissa responded evenly. There was no bragging tone to her voice, just simple statement of fact, although she did feel warmer towards the creature for the compliment.

She raised a brow at Vitauni's use of the word "fowl," but offered no comment on it, nor seemed to become upset by the usage. She knew that the word might have been chosen carefully so as to get a jab in without her being able to lay the blame. If that was the case, then Vitauni clearly had no idea of who the Bone Witch truly was, because Vasilissa laid the blame when and where she felt like it, with little regard towards whether or not the new carrier of blame even deserved it. However, she did not think the female wolf was a diplomat, and therefore didn't really think that Vitauni had chosen the word to have any special meaning. She'd probably just spit it out without thinking. Regardless of what truly went on, Vasilissa chose to ignore it in favor of Vitauni's last words towards the conversation, which set her thinking. "I agree you're terribly under-represented," she responded, halting in her wandering route around the garden to face Vitauni squarely. Her hands were clasped before her, and for a second, the Bone Witch looked very prim, like a young maiden born to high society. "However, your fate doesn't really stem on my opinion." She could probably, given time, create an amulet that would give Vitauni the power to speak the human tongue, but she knew that such a device would require the wolf to trek back to the Walking Hut every couple of weeks to get it re-charged.

"Even if I gave you such a thing as I'm wearing, you'd need to bring it back to me for maintenance so often that it'd be an inconvenience to the both of us." That left only one remaining option, and Vasilissa wasn't going to call on Adrasteia looking the way she did. She could call the Goddess, and then simply let Adrasteia deal with the problem as she saw fit, although she didn't like the idea of using her own powers for someone else's benefit -- it made it seem as though she were allying herself with them. Sometimes that was a useful farce to play, but she could imagine it getting out of hand if Vitauni, for any reason, believed that she could go running to Vasilissa's hut every time something semi-disastrous happened. She didn't want to even let the wolf entertain that sort of dependency, because even if she refused to offer assistance -- and chances were high that she would -- there was always the matter of convincing the wolf of that and getting Vitauni to leave her alone. "You've given me something to think about," she said, not bothering to let Vitauni in on her mental conversation. She magicked herself back up to her porch, but before walking in she turned back to the wolf.

"Pray, enter. Don't tear up my garden. I'm going to bathe and think on what we've discussed. You may help yourself to a chicken," she added, breezily, as she stepped within the confines of her home. "Just don't let it squawk too much. It will irritate me." And with that, Vasilissa shut the door, leaving the wolf to her own devices and not bothering to check and see if Vitauni heeded any of her instructions. Because she knew that if Vitauni wanted her help, then she'd at least stay in the general vicinity of the Hut. Of course, it would probably upset the wolf quite a bit if Vasilissa stepped out and then said she wasn't going to help, after all -- but at least then the wolf would get a free chicken out of it.

She swiped at the air with her bone-wand, clearing the smoke and the haze and directing it up and out of the lopsided chimney. Once the inside of her house was mostly clear, she filled a big basin with water, leaving it cold so that she wouldn't be sapping her strength unnecessarily. Warm water, cold water -- it made little difference to her, especially since it was never all that cold out in the Bonelands. If anything, it bordered on warm and humid. While washing, she fingered the sigil, which hung around her neck just like her other amulets. She never took it off, not even when she bathed, although she left the rest of her amulets on a table when she washed. Anyway, she didn't want to hear the chicken screaming and crying as it was torn to pieces.

Finally, she activated the sigil by holding it in her closed fist and sending out a thought -- much like a prayer -- to the Goddess. After that, she got up, dressed, and began to comb her hair in a leisurely fashion. She sensed that it might take up to an hour for the Goddess to even think of heeding her call, so she had some time.

[Adrasteia]

Adrasteia had been taking a walk in the Hinterland when she felt the call. It piqued her interest for a second, because the Bone Witch seldom called out to her, but since the call was not urgent, she placed it in the back of her mind, idly sending back the faint impression that she would be a short while before she came. She was speaking with her Mist at the moment, gathering information on all that had been going on in the Hinterlands. The nightmares were getting restless in the Phantasmagoria, but the Mist had only become aware of this because some of them had wandered into Hinterland territory. Of course, the Mist had the power to push them back and had done so, but the Goddess knew that it might be something she'd have to deal with sooner or later. After she was through being apprised, she dismissed the Mist's personification. Although the Mist stuck around, being a Mist, she didn't find it as distracting to her thoughts in mist-form. Then, she walked, using the time to think.

When the Mist gently reminded her that it had been nearly an hour since she'd responded to Vasilissa's call, she shook free of her thoughts and began to walk more purposefully. The ground fled past her, even though it seemed to her as though she were walking at a normal pace. Every step carried her, at first, a mile, then five miles, and then ten. Her hair had not moved a single strand out of place, although she moved too fast for the human eye or even the elven eye to detect. The ghosts alone saw her presence, and trembled and shrank, hoping that she would not take notice of them and confine them to the Pale Wood. However, she took no notice of them, focusing only on her goal. Vasilissa would be aware of her approaching presence, she knew -- the Witch always was.

When she arrived at the Walking Hut, she stopped outside of the garden fence, as she always did. Vasilissa was waiting on her porch, scrubbed clean and dressed in finer garments than she usually wore. Adrasteia smiled in greeting, and Vasilissa bade her enter the garden. She stepped in, noticing then that there was a wolf, although as far as she knew, the Witch was more of a cat person.

"I asked for you to come for the wolf. Her name is Vitauni and she's the First," Vasilissa said, although the Witch jumped down from her porch to join the Goddess. Giving the wolf more of her attention, Adrasteia turned, taking in the whole of the wolf that was Vitauni. She appeared to be very strong, and would probably hold her position for quite some time, although she wondered what could have been so important that she would need a sigil-holder to call for Adrasteia. The truth of the matter was that the Goddess hadn't given any thought to providing the wolves with a means of contacting her; they seemed to be a more self-driven lot that would keep to themselves, whereas the humanoids had the tendency to need watching.

"Vitauni. It is good to make your acquaintance. I am Adrasteia," the Goddess said, and her voice was low-pitched and pleasant. The weight of her gaze was heavy, so much so that few mortals could really bear it when they felt it upon them, but leaders were made of the kind of strength that could bear a Goddess' regard. When she spoke next, her voice was quieter, more questioning, although only a fool would have taken the decreased volume as a sign of timidity. "And for what reason do you seek audience with me, First?"

[Vitauni]

Vitauni's large black head nodded quietly as the witch said that she could wait in the garden. Why she could not lay in the garden, the black female did not really understand. They were just plants, something that prey items eat, although sometimes even she had eaten a berry or two, and their flavor had excited her mouth, but she had never felt a hunger to eat them on a regular basis. Besides, up here, where you did not need to eat, it meant nothing. Sure you could eat, it helped the pain sometimes, but it never really filled up that emptiness inside, that black abyss that was heavy in her belly. Of course, Vitauni thought with a sly smile, a chicken could never hurt, and once the female was insider her den Vitauni quickly grabbed the best looking one.

Not the fattest one, but the one with ample muscle and much fight. She tried to leave the best chicken there for the Witch, as the large wolf was still in the Witches land and, although invited, you would never kill another packs greatest, boldest deer. You go for something smaller, and thus you show respect for their land and their pack. She bit into its fowls feathers, squishing into its tender flesh. She had only had chicken just a few times before and something in its blood made her want more, made her hungrier and wanting to kill and eat another. Yet she contained herself, eating almost everything, heart, liver, and all. Yet she left a few parts, the intestines and such, out, and gently pushed them away with her nose, for even she did not eat those.

A sly cat came fourth, and Vitauni’s great ears came forward. Of course there was that old, tried and true, rivalry between cats and dogs. But Vitauni no longer cared about that, as she was dead and such things where silly. Yet the thing still interested her, its slanky form, gracefully pacing closer to Vitauni’s leftovers. With a quick movement the feline grasped the meat then ran away, behind the building in which the human was. Vitauni quietly wondered why the cat did not just take another, on its own. She knew why, though. Just like a pack this place had its rules, its boundaries and limitations.

With that in mind Vitauni put her head restfully on her crossed paws, and waited. She heard the Witch clean up, smelt the herbs that she was using, even heard a word or two. Then, just like that, Vitauni felt it. You will always know when a presence of power shows up, if you are attentive enough. With that Vitauni was on her feet, alert and assertive, and respective even though the power was not yet in front of her.

Vitauni held herself up, even though she felt the heavy weight of the Goddess’s eyes upon her. Vitauni had met many strong wolves, with many powerful gazes, but none compared to this females, to this Goddess. ”And it is good to make yours, Adrasteia,” For a moment Vitauni was confused, baffled even that a Goddess would act so informally. Not that she was not Formal but it, well is was not how Vitauni would treat her Omega, or even a normal packmember. For Adrasteia was the alpha, the First, of all that existed here. But she moved on, addressing her question as quickly and eloquently as possible.

”Goddess, I, and my packmembers, may be able to understand humanoids in this realm, but they cannot understand us. Most of the time they stay away from our lands and it is not a issue, but every now and then one of… them finds it enjoying to go rampaging throughout the woods, not only stressing out my members but also scaring off our prey, even though that is not essential to life anymore the need to hunt still runs strongly in our blood.” Vitauni looked, if only for a moment, into the Goddess’s eyes, felt their power and authority, then looked back down to her neckline. ”Not only that but surely, sometime, our voice must be heard in matters that effect us. So far, nothing as yet to change the way we live but, if I may go so far as saying, someday something will happen. It’s bound to happen,” Vitauni had heard, in snippets, about when humans starting to worship someone else and how it got out of hand. That was the past, history, and Vitauni did not want to bring up something she did not totally understand. But history tends to repeat itself.

Ooc: I hope it is good enough