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Misha's Monumental Moment v2 P10
🕑 Added 2025-03-20 08:05:52 +0000 UTCMore emotional stuff! New character! Some resolutions! And next time... we get to see the damage Misha's ass did!
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When Misha exited the room, he left without turning. His mind was preoccupied with preventing himself from causing another catastrophe so soon after the last! Misha was struggling not to bite his nails and whimper as he looked around. The area they were in was quite nice, a fair distance away from Pachelle… or what used to be Pachelle.
Even now, Golden clouds swirled high in the sky in the distance as Misha saw them and wailed. “Uwaaahh that’s… Hngngn this is what happens when I lose control!” Misha whimpered as he scolded himself like his brothers would have. Misha half expected, no, he felt like he deserved to have his second eldest brother yelling at him and calling him an idiot blessed with too much power. Even as he stared at the golden clouds in the distance, a part of him didn’t- couldn’t! - believe that the crackling shimmers high in the sky had once been deep in his bowels.
And that all of THAT had come from just him!
“Ah, Icon Misha, you are awake-“
“EEEEE I’m sorry!” Misha quietly screamed before turning bright red. Misha turned to face the voice that had startled him. It was not someone he recognized from the Latrepolis, but she was wearing standard priestess robes similar in design to Misha’s own. A regal doe centaur with tanned skin and orange hair, a shining coat of orange with stripes of white down her legs and white spots dotting her backside, her hooves were neatly manicured, and her hair was done up in two bouncy buns. The Centauress’ eyes widened before she spread her front legs and bowed deeply as Misha waved his hands to get her to stop. “W-waiit you- you don’t need to bow to me it’s- it’s okay! I’m- I don’t deserve it!”
“Nonsense, Icon Misha. Forgive me for startling you, you must have been deep in thought to not hear me coming. My name is Azerice. A Consecrator and Bishop, though I am not here on official business. I was called by Celebrant Jirokk to witness the holy blessing you bestowed upon Pachelle. Would you like to join me?” Azerice did not raise her head as Misha stood dumbfounded.
(B-B-blessing!? I destroyed it! Why would you want to see that!? And why would Father Jirokk summon a Consecrator! Uwwaaa noooo this is- this is ridiculous!) Misha cried in his head before calming himself down, realizing she was waiting for his response.
‘I-I-If… if you desire that. I umm… I suppose I can go. What do you think Quinn?” Misha asked, before turning his head. Quinn wasn’t there… (That’s right… I just left her in the room after saying we can’t… fornicate… And after I yelled ‘Chickens’ and made her sad too! Oh, Irahei I’m such an idiot! She must be furious and waiting for me to come back! Or is she so mad she doesn’t want to see me?!) Misha whimpered as his tail started swishing anxiously. His nerves were fraying without his loud, energetic wolf to bully and support him.
After waiting a few seconds, Azerice opened an eye and risked being disrespectful to the great Icon. “Icon Misha? Are you okay?”
“Eeeee! I’m- I’m sorry! I just- Umm… I don’t know what to do!” Misha panicked as a few tears filled his eyes. Azerice immediately stood up and took his hands.
“Do not worry, Icon Misha! Please, lay your heartaches with me. I may not be one of your usual servants, but any member of the Church would be honored to serve an Icon.” Azerice said with a proud, but gentle smile as she stood, though she was not very tall, her pride in herself made it seem as if she towered over Misha.
Misha looked up into her dazzling eyes and struggled not to start bawling. (I’m not… I’m not honorable! My butt just annihilated a Latrepolis!) Misha wailed in his head. Azerice realized she was getting nowhere with the Icon and changed tactics.
“Ah, they told me you are quite shy. In these first few years of a new cycle, many of the Apostles, Visages, and Icons are quite eager to make a name for themselves and they are especially eager to use their new social statuses to the fullest. But you are one who prefers the opposite, using the services of the Church as sparsely as possible. You are quite kind, but please, do rely on us. All in the service are tools for you to better protect our world and honor your God. Those who take the task alone, are the ones weakest to the influences of the False Gods. Come, follow me and I will show you the wonder you have made.” Azerice said as she held out her hand.
Misha raised his hand to take hers before a phrase she said struck a chord with him. While it was nowhere near enough to even classify as anger, the meekness on Misha’s face faded away to a regal beauty. As if he was the daughter of a King ready to greet the nobles her father had summoned. “I am not alone…” Misha said softly, before following up a bit louder. “I- I am not alone. I have Quinn and Irahei and feel the warmth of their love even when I constantly make mistakes!” Misha said, his voice getting a tiny bit louder as he proudly stated his feelings.
Though in reality his voice just reached normal talking volume for most people.
Azerice’s long ears flopped as she tilted her head. She could sense she had upset the Icon but did not know how. “I see. Forgive me, Icon Misha. I did not mean to overstep my bounds.” Azerice said before giving another deep bow.
“Eh? No you didn’t- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- I wasn’t angry I just-“
“MISHAAAA YOU LITTLE SHIIIIT! ARE YOU CHEATING ON MEEEEEE!?” Quinn’s scream of fury turned the heads of everyone in the area as Azerice stood up, her instincts telling her to defend herself before she fought them down. Azerice was trained to see divine energy, and while Misha was as blinding as a spotlight right next to her, an even bigger ball of light was hurtling toward her. A pillar of light stretching from the ground to the heavens above. A shining comet of dazzling divine energy like the colors tracing the edge of a dew drop in the light, wreathed in a shield of silver. Her instincts told her to pick up a staff or spear and defend herself, her knowledge as a Priestess told her to bow her head.
As Azerice turned and bowed once again as low as she could, placing both her hands together as her front hooves splayed out, Misha squealed loudly at his girlfriend’s crazed statement. “Q-QUUIIIIIN! NNnnnnooOOO!” Misha yelled, his voice a little bit louder than a person’s outside voice.
Seconds later, a bolt of silver came sliding to a stop in front of the two. Her feet dug trenches in the dirt as Quinn forced her momentum into the ground. Growling and huffing, Quinn stared daggers at Azerice with Vyklios clutched like a ball at her side.
Letting out a silver huff of steam, Quinn took a step forward out of the trench. Her bare feet were spotless despite just digging a hole in packed earth. “Who the fuck is this, Misha? You aband- leave me alone in the room and then start chatting up some horse? My tits are way bigger than hers!” Quinn lashed out as Misha wailed. Azerice stood up, letting all of the Apostle’s words slide off of her. In truth, Azerice was struggling not to fall on all fours in the presence of the little turtle held like a child’s toy in Quinn’s left hand.
“I- I am honored to- My name is-“ Azerice was struggling to find the words to speak, overwhelmed by the presence of an Exalted. Even when she looked at Quinn instead, it was like a pillar of light was dancing around the corner of her eyes. Azerice’s hearts were starting to pound in her chests… was she feeling faint?
“Zip it bitch! Misha who is this?” Quinn growled and stomped a foot. Glaring daggers at Azerice and Misha. Misha’s eyes were golden swirls of fear as Quinn didn’t normally get jealous!
“H-H-her name is- Azerice. She’s a- a Consecrator. Father Jirokk summoned her. She was going to guide us to Pachelle! I’m sorry!” Misha cried out as Quinn stopped, her tail swaying side to side angrily for a moment before she exhaled loudly.
“Oh. Well, you should have just said so babe. Sorry, I called you a bitch, horse.” Quinn spoke as Misha nearly fell over from shock. Azerice did not know how to respond to the sudden mood swing, but now she knew what Jirokk had meant when he said, “The silver wolf rides the tempests.” Azerice tried to look at Vyklios again, before wrenching her gaze away, just looking at the Exalted for a moment made her hooves feel like jelly!
“I-I- I wouldn’t-“ Misha whimpered with a few tears in his eyes. Quinn dropped Vyklios as the turtle god squealed and Azerice quickly darted forwards to catch him. Quinn grabbed Misha and slammed his head into her boobs as she ruffled his hair.
“Ahh, I’m sorry Mishee, really! I’m a dumbass for saying that! I’m just a bit riled up is all okay? I know you’d never even think of cheating on me. Plus I mean, if we go by the rules of the tribe and like… half the Apostles. You should have a dozen women to breed with whenever you want anyways…” Quinn said more softly as Misha’s ears twitched. His face turned ruby red before he gently pulled his head out.
“Qui-No! I would never! That- that’s gross! Quinn… where did that come from?” Misha asked softly as Azerice soothed the grumpy Exalted of Flows, the Centauress’ legs wobbling as she felt on the verge of collapsing from holding a god in her hands. Even without looking down, light was filling her body as Azerice was starting to tremble like a puppy, her small, cute fluffy tail others had never seen wag, was wagging wildly.
“Huh?” Quinn seemed confused, as if not realizing what she’d said was bad for a second. Finally, it dawned on her as she took Misha’s hands.
“Az… Horse! You hold my god for a bit. Be gentle with him or he might smite you, or worse, turn you into his next Apostle! I need to talk to my boyfriend.” Quinn said as she grabbed Misha and dragged him away. Quinn’s remark was supposed to be completely sarcastic, but for the poor overloaded Consecrator, her words were both blasphemous and tantalizing. Azerice’s legs gave out underneath her as the centauress collapsed and panted, holding Vyklios in the air as gently as possible. However, this pose just meant that Azerice was now looking directly at the Exalted for the first time…
“Please forgive my Apostle, her tongue is often worse than her claws,” Vyklios said magnanimously as Azerice nodded dimly. Her mind started to feel like a slushie swirling down the drain.
Vyklios smiled as he realized Azerice was quite respectful, but he also realized her mind may literally be melting. Consecrators were trained to see the auras of the divine and the heretical, allowing them to track Apostles, make holy ground, and find Chaos Lakes before they could grow in size. From Azerice’s perspective, even an Exalted like Vyklios, the weakest of the Gods, would still be like staring into the sun!
“I- uuagkk… majeshttyy…” Azerice said with slurred words, her eyes turning into adorable spirals in her head as Vyklios panicked. He tried to struggle out of her hands, but she was reverently holding him in the air like a sacred chalice! Her hands locked around his glowing, colorful shell as drool started to fall from the left corner of her lips.
“Oh dear! Hello! Servants! This nice Consecrator is in danger! Someone get her a blindfold! Hurry before she drops meeeeee!” Vyklios' voice caught all the Priests and Acolytes in the area as they scrambled towards the gorgeous, powerful, and usually quite calculating and confident centauress slowly turning into a babbling puddle… Her doe tail was wagging like a tiny propeller as she started to fully drool at the Turtle God held in her hands.
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Quinn dragged Misha away from the rapidly deteriorating mental state of poor Azerice, her hands clutching Misha’s harder than normal. While it didn’t hurt him in the slightest, he winced out of fear and worry.
He knew she was upset, and he also didn’t like what she’d said bringing up her old Tribe again. He knew it was all his fault and felt terrible about it. Misha’s huge fluffy tail and ears drooped as he worried what they would say to each other.
“Q-Quinn… I’m sorry I left you-“ Misha started to apologize as they were already past several trees and rather far away from the grounds of the outpost. Quinn stopped in her tracks and stared at him for a second. Misha looked up, wondering if she was about to yell at him, playfully punch him, or tease him for being worried about nothing. Instead, she just stared at him for a little bit, and that made him feel even worse! He’d rather she give him a noogie than stare awkwardly! It was so unlike Quinn to be at a loss for words that it was making Misha’s anxiety rise!
“It’s whatever, Mishee. Sorry I yelled at you there and made things awkward.” Quinn spoke up, looking down at the ground, or rather her tits blocking the ground, before turning away from Misha.
Misha’s ears twitched, he knew there was more there. There was no way that was all she wanted to say if she dragged him off! But Quinn was already dragging her feet across the dirt, digging her big toe into the ground to make a little circle in the ground as if that was a thousand times more interesting than her boyfriend. Misha knew what that meant, he’d seen it before. Quinn felt bad about something, but didn’t want to actually bring it up.
“Quinn, I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you in the room by yourself after I yelled… that word. I just, I panicked and blurted it out okay? I’m not mad at you. Are… are you mad at me for doing it?” Misha asked, his expression wavering as he looked at Quinn’s back. Trying to see if her tail or ears would give away her emotions, but both of them seemed remarkably, horrifyingly still, and droopy…
Misha couldn’t handle being ignored by Quinn like this, knowing he did something wrong but not knowing what. Despite how he was trying to be the one apologizing, tears started to fill his eyes as he began to sniffle. Misha rubbed his eyes quickly, feeling pathetic that he’d dare even let himself cry when he was supposed to be comforting his girlfriend! “I’m sorry. I Hic I didn’t… Uughh why am I so Sniffle useless! Quiiiinnn please look at me and tell me what I did Hic wrong!” Misha cried as Quinn’s ears and tail stood straight up. Quinn darted around and grabbed Misha into a bear hug, stuffing his head into her tits and lifting him off the ground despite the immense weight of his rear end.
“Uugh you idiot! Always crying at the drop of a hat like a newborn cub! My Mom and Dad both would have eaten you if you were one of my brothers or sisters!” Quinn half growled half smiled as she started aggressively rubbing Misha’s head. Misha began squealing in her breasts, hating his hair being ruffled and the feeling of a noogie. Even if it didn’t hurt it bothered him almost as much as Owls! Misha’s ears twitched in Quinn’s face as she playfully nibbled one, making Misha’s tail stand straight out as Misha whimpered.
“Mmgmgmh! MMIiIIiiiInnNng! Mmg-eeee-mmgmgooooO!” Misha cried out into Quinn’s breasts. Quinn knew what he was trying to say and ignored him. (Nnggh stooop iiiit!) Misha thought as he managed to push his head out of her breasts and look into her eyes.
Quinn’s gorgeous silver moons stared into Misha’s golden suns, and despite her smile, Misha saw sadness. Misha stopped fighting back and instead gave Quinn a deep hug, careful to not use too much strength.
“H-Hey! Haha, what are you doing you dumbass? I told you I’m fine! You’re gonna squeeze the rest of that juice out of me! Ooohhh is that what you want, Mishee? Already want to resume our last little playtime behind some trees? Sooo nau-BBBUUUUOOOUUURRRRROOOOAAAAARRRRRRPPP! “ Quinn’s lips opened wide as a deep, Petrichor-scented silver belch rumbled and rippled around Misha’s ears and wafted down his face. Despite Misha’s cock immediately twitching with glee, he shut his eyes and kept squeezing Quinn, not letting his hug go even as Quinn’s belch rattled on for nearly twenty seconds.
“Hoooo, fuuuck~ That was a good one~! Heehee, good job Mishee~. Hellooo? Calling boyfriend’s brain? Mishaaa? My little bloaty bunny? Hey. Are you ignoring me again?” Quinn’s voice started out excited and teasing, before slowly getting a bit worried, then impatient. Her tail began to swish angrily as Misha kept hugging her. Sure, he felt wonderful wrapped around her… but she didn’t want him to hug her like she needed to be taken care of! She was fine!
“Ugh. Misha, come on let me go. Seriously it’s getting annoying already.” Quinn gently put her hands on Misha, but he kept squeezing, taking as quick a breath between her breasts as he could, Misha kept his eyes shut tight and fought any perverted urges he might have. Quinn tried pulling him off, but the distance in their strengths might as well have been an ant trying to hit a giant as Quinn grew more frustrated.
“Misha! Come on, I’m telling you to let me go! Since when do you not listen to me anymore? If we’re not gonna have sex just let me go already so we can head back! Gah! Damnit Misha just- get off me!” Quinn growled as Misha whimpered and kept squeezing against her. Quinn felt her breasts getting wet with tears as Misha was crying into her chest, but her temper was rising too much to care at that moment. Quinn didn’t even know why she was getting so angry! It felt like a bubbling cauldron inside her and not the fun kind! As if someone had dumped the wrong ingredients in and was running away for cover as she frothed and fizzled and was getting ready to explode all over the room!
Quinn’s balance gave out as the two fell to the floor, Misha’s much heavier weight pinning her down as her beautiful golden bunny boy was now a golden anchor. Misha raised his head from her breasts, his eyes trembling pathetically as he cried all over her. “I’m- HIC I’m SNIFFLE I’m so sorry Quinn! Please forgive me!” He whimpered as Quinn glared at him between her breasts. Quinn could feel anger practically bubbling up her throat like a foul-tasting belch.
“If you’re sorry then fucking GET OFF ME!” Quinn yelled before feeling something hot burn her eye and run down her cheeks. Quinn stopped as Misha whimpered in fear and hugged her even tighter. (What… what the fuck am I doing?) Quinn thought as her right hand slowly rose to her cheeks and rubbed whatever was burning her eyes. Surely it must have been an annoying ass thorn from falling on the-
Her fingers were wet.
Quinn rubbed her eyes with both hands and felt it, tears all down her cheeks and stinging her eyes. (What… Why? I’m not crying…) Quinn thought even as she put both hands over her eyes, the tears not stopping. Quinn let her head hit the ground as she gave a low, furious growl that turned into a high, keening whine before she finally let it all out.
“Fuck… Fuuuckk I’m… I’m sorry Misha! I just… I made you mad at me! I pushed things too far again! Just like I always do! And I- I- “ Quinn cried loudly as Misha raised his head and listened, crying on top of her and simply letting his warmth bask over her. But even as Quinn cried out her feelings, the final words she wanted to say were caught in her chest, so tightly she almost choked for a second. (I don’t want to push you away again! I can’t handle being alone!)
Misha pushed himself up and let go of Quinn for a second, crawling above her, her got to her face and smiled as she opened her eyes through a wall of tears. Somehow, despite it all, Misha was crying even more than she was! “It’s HIC okay, Quinn! I love you and I’m SNIFFLE never leaving you! I promise I’ll never leave you!” Misha cried before diving onto her, nearly knocking the air out of Quinn as she wrapped her arms around his back and they both cried loudly.
Quinn cried the hardest she had since their massive fight and very short break-up half a year ago. Misha somehow ended up crying so hard he began crying Cerulean tears as a garden began to grow around them. But as they cried and embraced each other, that gnawing fear deep inside of her refused to go down entirely. Though it was smothered and patted down more and more by Misha’s love, Quinn could feel it like whispering hands crawling up her back and hissing down her ears. Words and feelings planted inside her the first time she’d died in battle against Chaos.
They loved you too, and you left them.
You were born a savage, killed and hunted to the top of your Tribe, next to your Father.
You could have become the next Tribe leader.
Son of Raxx, the Unbroken.
Their heads bowed in fear and respect to you.
You could have had all the prey and women you ever wanted.
Yet you pushed them away so you could be a tool for the Gods.
And you’ll push him away too.
Drive him away with all that rage inside you. That hunger. Your need to be powerful.
Your need for violence, for strength, to fight those who stand above you.
Breaking them with tooth and claw till they submit.
Peace? Heroism? Saving innocents?
You crave bloodshed. You crave feasts. You crave pleasure.
You are a beast, wrapped in cloth.
You’ll give him no choice but to abandon you, to save himself from you.
All it takes is time.
“Quinn? Sniffle Are you okay?” Misha asked as the dark clouds in Quinn’s mind scattered. She looked into her boyfriend’s swirling eyes as her right ear flopped. How long had they been there? She’d completely lost track of time. The whispered horror’s grasp lifted from her heart as Quinn took a deep breath and smiled properly.
“Hehe… I’m… I’m better now. Uugghh we’re a fucking mess.” Quinn groaned as she and Misha’s tops were soaked in tears. Quinn sighed and let her head fall to the side, before seeing a large, beautiful blue flower next to her. “Oooo, pretty…” Quinn smiled as she poked it.
“Ehhh? Oh noooo I did it agaiiiin!” Misha sat up, his enormous ass suddenly crushing her stomach as Quinn gasped before belching the last of the juice out, then laughing in between gasps.
“HAHA- Huaah Mishee your PPFFFAAAHAHA HUAAH FAT ASS IS CRUSHING MEE-HAHAHAHA!” Quinn laughed and sucked in air as Misha yelped he was sorry and stood up. It took Quinn a few moments to gather her strength and get up properly. Standing amid the circle of gorgeous flowers, Quinn’s heart felt light, the terrible thoughts fading from her head as if they’d never existed.
“Gods, give a girl a warning, you know? I LOVE that giant ass, but I need to have a little power in me first or I’ll be squished like a bug!” Quinn laughed as she grabbed Misha and kissed him.
“Nnghghhh Quiiiiin! I didn’t mean toooo!” Misha whined, his tail wagging happily as he sensed the air around them was much lighter than before. “Are you… are you feeling better now?”
Quinn looked down at Misha before smiling broadly. “Yes, you goober, thank you. I’m sorry I was such a jackass before and yelled at you. I really don’t deserve such a good boyfriend.” Quinn said before Misha took her hand.
“Yes, you do. Stop it.” Misha said softly, but forcefully as Quinn stared at him, her eyes wide before turning into a shrewd grin.
“You little- when did you suddenly get the courage to keep standing up to me over and over again!” Quinn playfully growled as she grabbed Misha once again and spun around the field of flowers.
Her thoughts, her fears, her worries, they’d all come back again. Give the False Gods things they could try to tempt her with, to corrupt her into one of their champions. Promise her all the power, worshippers, violence, and fear she’d ever craved in her worst moments. But she’d never give into them, not while she had Misha by her side. Her flower of love, her fat-assed, short, crybaby boyfriend who made the entire world a thousand times better just by being there!
“You really are a saint…” Quinn said softly as Misha’s ears twitched.
“What?” Misha asked, confused by what she’d said. Quinn shook her head and turned around. She’d need to have another little talk with Vyklios later. All Apostles heard the Whispers of Corruption; sweet poisons and venomous truths meant to break the bonds between God and Apostle. Just being around Misha made the whispers seem like nothing but lies, but Quinn knew from experience even back in the Tribe. When in doubt, turn to the Elders.
“Nothing, babe. Come on, let’s go back. You said that horse chick was a conquistador or whatever special thing? We should probably go check on her. Plus we still need to go see the city you buried~!” Quinn said with a laugh in her step as she started heading back to the Outpost.
“I didn’t bury iiiiiit!” Misha wailed as he waddled along after her. His thunder thighs rubbing together, his booty jiggling, his heels digging into the ground, his face looking both beautiful and pathetically anxious, and most importantly, his tail wagging full of love.
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“Uhhhhhh…” Quinn stared at Vyklios, resting in a small sea of cushions and blankets on the grass, surrounded by worshipping Priests, Deacons, and Acolytes. Azerice was next to him, her eyes bound with a thick black blindfold. Azerice smiled warmly as she stared directly at Quinn even through the thick cloth.
“Ah, Apostle Quinn, Icon Misha. Welcome back! We were just finishing hearing the tale of how you both heroically defeated a Chaos Titan on your fourth mission together. Please, join us! I would love to hear more from you both directly!” Azerice spoke warmly. While she seemed… normal. Those who knew Azerice outside of this instance would have been slack-jawed at her current demeanor. Demanding to know where the calculating and commanding Consecrator was, and who this cute deer centaur full of smiles was in her place. Was she possessed? Drunk? Did the Exalted smite her brain for some crime she must have committed!?
Even without knowing her much beforehand, Quinn and Misha could both tell she was a little… off.
“Stupid Turtle God! You broke her!” Quinn snapped, stomping over the cushions and blankets and stepping on one of the praying Priests as she grabbed Vyklios roughly.
“Eeeeeeeee! I did no such thing!” Vyklios squealed as Quinn held him in the air accusingly. The priests, deacons, and acolytes panicked as they stopped their prayers and looked on in horror at the Apostle holding an Exalted in her hands in such a blasphemous way!
“P-Please! Apostle, that is an Exalted! You must treat him with-“
“He’s my God you dumb fuck! I can do what I want with him!” Quinn snapped back to the cowering priestess who’d spoken up.
“Q-Q-Quinn! Be n-nice!” Misha cried out and hastily rushed forwards, his big butt wobbling as he tried to daintily make his way through the circle. Alas, all this did was make the rest of the clergy start praying again.
“Haaa~ An Icon!” Someone whispered
“So beautiful!”
“This is who blessed Pachelle… thank you!”
Misha was surrounded by worshippers as Azerice sat there, her smile never fading, her tail wagging like a puppy’s. Misha started to cry in confusion. “Ahh… what a wonderful scene.” Azerice spoke.
“Aggh! All of you morons are stressing out my boyfriend! And she’s clearly broken!” Quinn yelled, pointing a finger at Azerice before stomping out of the circle, being sure to ‘gently’ step on another person in her way as Quinn left and headed back towards the room she’d been staying in while Misha was unconscious. Misha apologized profusely to the priests and acolytes before rushing after her.
A short time later, it was just the three in the room as Quinn glared daggers at Vyklios and Vyklios glared back at her in the best way a talking turtle could.
“It was quite nice being worshipped properly you know!” Vyklios grumbled as Quinn snarled at him.
“HAH! As if you deserve any worshippers but me and that village you spawned out of! I can’t believe you! Getting a spa day wasn’t enough for you, you’ve got to have a big ass circle of fanatics the second I leave you alone huh? What are you gonna do next, try and make one an Apostle?” Quinn snapped as Vyklios' tiny mouth gaped.
“Huaaa! The nerve! I would never! There are sacred rules to this you know! Or perhaps, you would know if you ever bothered to study!” Vyklios' radiant voice was shrill with tiny rage as Quinn stomped her foot.
“Umm… Quinn, V-Vyklios, please don’t fight…” Misha said softly, his voice like a breeze. There’d already been too much fighting for his heart to take! Despite how quiet his voice was, Quinn’s keen ears picked him up right away.
“Zip it, boyfriend! This dumbass is like- God-cheating on me every chance he gets!” Quinn scolded as Vyklios looked as appalled as a turtle could before going into his shell and pouting.
“This is a baseless accusation! Heresy from my own apostle! This is even crueler than being thrown as a ball! I demand an apology, and a hoodie!” Vyklios commanded from within his shell.
“Then call me a Heresiarch ‘cause I should toss you down a river and watch you swim your way up!” Quinn said, startling both Misha and Vyklios, not because of her cruel words to her God, but her vocabulary.
“How- How do you know that word?” Misha asked before slapping a hand over his mouth. Quinn’s head practically snapped ninety degrees to glare at her boyfriend.
“SERIOUSLY!? I’M NOT THAT DUMB!” Quinn yelled. Misha nodded profusely while stammering his apologies. Vyklios fought the rather petty urge to say she had a record…
After a short time to cool their heads properly, Misha went to grab some proper food for them, and contact Irahei. After he’d left Quinn’s temporary room, Quinn’s tail thumped the floor as she huffed.
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!
Vyklios slowly came out of his shell, wary he’d be picked up and hurled like a skipping stone, before looking at his Apostle. He could sense she wanted to talk about something once again and waited, just like before.
“We… we had a tiny fight, and then that baby cried his head off… and I might have… maybe cried a bit too… We kind of talked about it, but mostly just hugged and stuff… But I… I had those thoughts again.” Quinn said as Vyklios listened.
“Would you like to pray to me again?” He said earnestly. Quinn sighed as she walked up to him and grabbed him, gently. She carried him over to the bed she’d slept on while she waited for Misha to wake up, and sat down on the floor with Vyklios in her lap.
“Hah. You aren’t that lucky. I already prayed to you once you little runt.” Quinn’s words were snarky, but there was no venom in her voice as she gently rubbed Vyklios’ shell. He put his head out and stared at her, before closing his eyes and enjoying the gentle rubbing across his back.
“I heard… those words again…” Quinn said softly as Vyklios stopped and opened his eyes, staring at her intently. There was no anger, no judgment, only compassion. “I know half of it is supposed to be bullshit, or all of it… but the things they whisper in your head when you die. When you are surrounded by darkness, waiting to be brought back into the light… It likes to worm into your head… like a wound rotting a leg, but you can’t bite the damn thing off…” Quinn spoke without any twisting of her words, baring her heart out to Vyklios as he listened.
“I’m… I’m worried the words are right about me… about who I really am… I’m… I’m scared I’ll become him again…” Quinn’s voice was tight, though no tears filled her eyes. Vyklios understood. The old Quinn, before he heard Vyklios’ song and wandered far from his tribe, before he’d been asked if he would be an Apostle, before his transformation into the new Quinn.
“I understand, Quinn. Thank you.” Vyklios spoke regally, letting his voice fill the room before he continued. “You need not fear that anymore, even if I had not transformed-“
“You mean taken my DICK!” Quinn snapped, yanking Vyklios up in front of her face. Quinn glared for a few seconds but did not interrupt anymore.
“I turned you into your proper form! Many Apostles undergo transformations when they are bestowed divine power for the first time! You- Ahem. Quinn, my Apostle. Even if I did not change your form, your heart still would have changed. When you first became my Apostle, you were quick to seek bloodshed and fighting but had a strong drive to protect those weaker than you. Yes, you caused trouble, and yes you sought out fights. But even then, you rushed into a Chaos Lake to save a village of people you said were worthless, dying for the first time surrounded by the very essence of Chaos, yet you fought your way back to me. Back to the light.
“Of course, just a bit later you caused such a stir at the first Aurcorrom Gigante and nearly got killed by a dozen of the Apostles there! Yet despite that, you met Misha and both of you have changed each other’s lives forever. Even against foes much stronger than you, you put yourself in danger time and time again not just for the thrill of battle, but to protect the weak who you have grown to care for. To protect those who will never grow up to be strong. There are far more virtues than flaws within you, my Apostle. You must see it, as Icon Misha does, and as I do, every time you pray to me. You are rash, you are greedy, you have a wild temper, you love violence, and crave power. But you are caring, you are loyal, you are honest, you stand up for yourself and Misha, you run in to protect the innocent even when you are terrified, fighting against the worst that Chaos can throw at you, the horrific beasts this world can spawn, and the evils swimming in the hearts of those we are supposed to protect. Even we Gods have our faults, or else there would already be a victor among this ancient game we play, and there would be no corruption in the world, no False Gods and beasts of Chaos. Ciri and her children would not exist… Do you understand all this? I will tell it to you as many times as you need.” Vyklios finished and breathed out a long sigh before looking up at Quinn.
Quinn pouted. “You said I have more virtues than flaws. That means more good things than bad things. You didn’t say more good things than bad!” Quinn said before lightly hitting Vyklios’ shell as he squealed. Quinn picked him up and started tossing him in the air.
“Eeeeeeeeee! But I said how you want to protect innocents against all kinds of horrid beasts! Against Chaos! Against bandits and warring countries and soldiers! Put me doooown! Obey meeeeee!” Vyklios cried out as he soared almost to the ceiling.
“That’s still just one thing! You said more flaws than good things! You shitty ass God!” Quinn yelled as she tossed Vyklios to the ceiling again, letting him scream the entire way down before she caught him. Vyklios was about to cry out and beg her not to throw him into the air again when she hugged him tightly.
“Thank you… I’m… I’m sorry I’m not an Icon… I’ll do my best for you still.” Quinn whispered as Vyklios shook the dizziness from his head.
“Icons are Incarnations, not measures of aptitude, and I am a newborn Exalted. You are my first-ever Apostle. With all the power I could give. I am the one who is thankful that you heard my song and answered it. That I was able to get an Apostle before I might fade away. When I am a Sovereign one day, perhaps even an Archon. You will be there, first at my side in my Celestial Throne.” Vyklios said adamantly as Quinn smiled at him.
“You? An Archon? I can’t even begin to imagine what you’d look like as anything but a tiny shining turtle!” Quinn laughed and hugged Vyklios again.
“Do you feel better now, my beloved Apostle?” Vyklios said, adding the beloved for safe measure so he wouldn’t be thrown in the air again. Quinn beamed at him, her tail wagging.
“I… haaaa yeah I feel a fuckload better. Gods who would have thought crying your eyes out like a loser and just yelling your feelings out to everyone would make you feel so… tired! But… I do feel better. Thank you, Vyklios, my small Exalted of Flows. You and Misha saved my ass once again.” Quinn rubbed Vyklios' shell before setting him down, grabbing a pre-roughed-up hoodie, putting it on, and putting Vyklios inside.
“Excellent. Now let us find Icon Misha! He has been gone far too long and I demand cucumber slices!” Vyklios cheered from within Quinn’s hoodie as she laughed and agreed.
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