Visitors [Veles & souls of the dead]
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roesslyngTitle: Visitors
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent + Slavic mythology
Characters: Veles (Slavic god of the underworld)
Rating: 0+
Length: 100
Summary: There are more birds in his tree than usual.
Other: There is some variation when it comes to the portrayal of the Slavic underworld. The version I'm using is Vyraj as one underworld, a garden where human souls go in the form of birds. (Rather than the Vyraj-Nav split form.)
Prompt was "SSSS - Any god - So you're a reawakened deity in a post-apocalyptic world, now what?" [Original post]
Visitors
There were birds in his tree.
He lifted his head, brushed his shaggy hair from his eyes. Pushed aside the willow's drooping branches to look up.
Millions of soft round souls looked down at him, their dark eyes curious as they huddled together.
Many, so many, far more than before. Far more than he had seen in years.
There was something pacing and prowling outside of his garden, his strong iron gate. He could smell it, corpse-like. Sickening magic.
The birds in his tree shuddered.
Had it sent them there?
No matter.
He felt stronger than he had in centuries.
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent + Slavic mythology
Characters: Veles (Slavic god of the underworld)
Rating: 0+
Length: 100
Summary: There are more birds in his tree than usual.
Other: There is some variation when it comes to the portrayal of the Slavic underworld. The version I'm using is Vyraj as one underworld, a garden where human souls go in the form of birds. (Rather than the Vyraj-Nav split form.)
Prompt was "SSSS - Any god - So you're a reawakened deity in a post-apocalyptic world, now what?" [Original post]
Visitors
There were birds in his tree.
He lifted his head, brushed his shaggy hair from his eyes. Pushed aside the willow's drooping branches to look up.
Millions of soft round souls looked down at him, their dark eyes curious as they huddled together.
Many, so many, far more than before. Far more than he had seen in years.
There was something pacing and prowling outside of his garden, his strong iron gate. He could smell it, corpse-like. Sickening magic.
The birds in his tree shuddered.
Had it sent them there?
No matter.
He felt stronger than he had in centuries.
