I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD-

TRIGGER WARNING FOR SLIGHT GORE!!

Heavy paws approached the waters, heavy eyelids drooping. Tired. He felt tired. The energy of returning to The Coalition had run out, now. But still, he did not wish to sleep. Terrors plagued him as he closed his eyes, visions of a lioness with Saturn's bloodied body beneath her, staring into Byriath's very soul. This is what you want, She would whisper, This is what you seek. And before he could say anything, he would awake. Trembling, shaking, he would awake, and pull Saturn closer to him as they slept.

Glowing eyes looked deep into that water, staring into the soul of the other Byriath. A perfect reflection, a perfect vision of what he was. As he stared deeper and longer, he noticed things changing. The reflection would change, horns would become more pronounced, a crown above the head. Fresh wounds, a gash over the right eye, blood blacker than oil spilling into the water. Flesh torn from his neck and face. A terrifying rendition of him. Many eyes, red in color, stared back from this reflection, fangs and tusks becoming longer.

"You are not me." He stated sternly, though his voice wavered. It was him. A rendition of what he would have been, should he had not fallen in love and chose the healing aspect of life. It whispered slowly, I am you. But are you, you? and viciously clawed its way out of the river, forcing the true god to scrabble back. Once it stood, a wicked smile formed on its face.

Three snakes acted as its tails, hissing and spitting at Byriath. It was hunched, with a pig-like face resembling his war-pig form. Spikes drove up its back, a mockery of a porcupine. Much like his form, its fur was black, with a glowing face and markings. Blood dripped from its many oozing wounds. As if the strange bird Vale had taken his form and warped it. It raised a bleeding paw, and he heard bones crack.

I am all that you want to be. Vicious. Malice. Cruel. Yet, a mortal holds you to a soft place. It crooned, stepping forward and caressing Byraith's fur. He snarled and bit down, but recoiled at the abrasive, disgusting taste the being had. Bitter and depraved, what you are destined to be. And he shook his head. NO. "I am not you. You are not me - you will never be me."

It laughed, a laugh that shook the earth around them. Are you sure? It grinned, then rushed at the god. Making contact, he felt himself falling. Falling, falling, falling. Manic laughter filled his ears. Louder and louder, until...

His eyes opened, and the dark of his room made him panic. As it usually did after these. He breathed heavily, claws digging into the cloth underneath him. He felt around with his tail for saturn, yet could not find his lover. This sent him into a panic, and he scrambled up. "Saturn!" He choked, too afraid to feel the itchiness of his back.

[color=#9700ff]-I JUST WANT TO LEAVE IT COLDER!

BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE