Kindest of the Adepti

     “Moon Carver, if you do not let us return home I promise that a blizzard will be the absolute least of your concerns! I’ll turn your antlers into snow cones!”

@adcptus​ said: Is that a wolf, tongue hanging out like the dumbass he is, and a deer running towards Margaret? Yeah probably. Naturally Andrius skidded to a halt near her and laid down behind her, tail thumping as he panted, “We’re back!” Moon Carver’s voice rang out as he walked up, “No thanks to the foolish wolf who caused a blizzard and thus forced us to be lost.”

A light flicker of pointed ears as she shifted towards the familiar voices - quite a few physical changes had transpired in the absence of the Adepti she dared to call friends; the shape of her ears had transformed, a set of faintly glowing horns had blossomed from the plumes of wild gold hair.

“It…it’s been so long - I’m so happy to see you both.” a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she rose from where she sat to embrace the two, “I was beginning to think I would never see you two again.”

     Oh the hug was returned, large paw lifting to wrap around her smaller body like the terran husky he looked like. His large snout nestled against her wild hair, tail wagging so fast he damn near got the wigglebutts. A wuff as he sat back,

     “Oh, we’re like a bad coin - always turning up when nobody expects us.” Moon Carver also returned the hug, his great antlered head lowering down behind her and drawing her against the warmth of his great cervine body. He gave a soft whuff as well, and raised his head to look at her.

     And he blinked,

     “My but you look different, my dear. Tell us what has happened since our sojourn.”

     Andrius snorted,

     “I told you, we should not have taken that left!”

     “You were the one who conjured a blizzard for no reason other than a common mongrel insulting you, therefore causing us to get lost.”

“…you went drinking…and you didn’t invite me? I see how it is. Okay. Wonderful to know where we stand.”

     “You would not have enjoyed it. He made a right fool of himself.”

     “My head hurts.”

     As a human?

     “Mmhm.”

     As a wolf?

“Oh! I got on a boat and I just kept walking and walking and walking.” He said making the toy walk across the snout he leaned against. “I walked, I gave some nice people mora and then kept walking… And now I’m here.” He made the toy turn to look at the Andrius.  He made top half of the toy spin. “I was lookin’ for my big brother and I didn’t see him at the bank. I thought he was out selling toys, and someone nice told me to check Mondstadt. I walked and walked and found you!!! It’s cold here like home. Do you get hot? Is that why you make it cold?” 

     What was it with the Snezhnayan mothers and losing their kids. Sigh. He let the boy play on his nose, remembering Razor when he was so young. Ah, to remember the olden days when wolf pups played at his feet. He hmph’d as he mentioned getting on a boat and just walking and walking. A snort,

@adcptus​ found you 

He sets his Mr. Cyclops toy on the snout of the great northern wind. “If you make snow… How come you don’t live in Snezhnaya? There’s lots of snow there and it would make sense…are you an…aadep…adap…adeptus?” Liyue words were hard and he had heard it from the nice man with the mask.  

     Both toy and boy smell like bitch.

     But he’d allow his personal space to be manhandled as he always did, laying down as he peered at the boy,

     “Me? Gone? You thought!”

“Can’t say I shouldn’t have expected that outcome. Okay then, what if I manage to avoid your biting? Would you be able to give me a good fight, big bad wolf?”

     He rolled his massive shoulders forward, then back, his hackles rolling as he pulled his jowls back in a grin,

Was that pity in his eyes? Perhaps, though none of it was out of kindness. Andrius had always been this way. Memories of a time he had found a preferred path to walk on Decarabian’s heels. A companion and asset like no other. He had intended to do so much with him. For him. In the way a god would secure the future of all that dwelled within his dominion. But there was a certain spark he held Decarabian simply couldn’t understand. Something so…earthly. A mortal coil strung around an immortal body.

( Even now it seemed to linger, festering his hatred and fury even more. )

“…? Well, that is difficult to understand– why would anything have been ruined if there was nothing to begin with?” A genuine question, laced with unabashed naivety. Decarabian had always been a god wholly disconnected from the plights of man. Of silly feelings never meant to transcend time. Though even he knew the stain of such emotions had since settled within the empty husk of his corpse since the day he died. It was unfortunate the first emotion he would understand the true meaning of was anger.

“Is it not logical for me to want to see my son?” The word is spoken loosely, its use bearing only the strictest meaning with the storm god’s tone. The whisp now known as Barbatos, by loose definition, was indeed his son. He created him. “And children should obey their predecessors. That is the order of the world.”

He turns again, breaking his attention from Andrius completely as a gale begins to form about his person. Even then his form begins to fade, Decarabian intending to ride the winds towards New Mondstadt. 

     Oof. Oh that ... that hit harder than it really had any godsdamn right to. He knew, deep down, somehow that Decarabian had never loved him as the wolf had loved the God. But still somehow.. somehow, he’d let himself hope.

     Foolish!

     He hated the Anemo God. He hated the humans for making him want a mate. For making him want something more than his violent life.

bardofbarbatos: what if ajax bites back

gnosticvision: monch, crunching bones