OH I KNOW WE'LL MEET AGAIN / waking up

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VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR — tags

The Gods had been defeated, where they all went, likely none of them really understood. But, what would happen now...if one of those fallen Gods were to die? After all, not even Hades could escape their shared fate. Could the fallen Gods die?

The answer, so far, proves to be...no. Immortality continues to rush through the very soul it resides within, and it seems that part can never truly be taken away, despite best efforts.

Breathing in and out, the seeming stranger that'd appeared on the border had been asleep for a few days now. It was a miracle, he'd later conclude, that they even let him remain within their territory, know nothing about him, other than that he was beside the body of a mute, dead jaguar. It is about time, though, he wakes up. His eyes struggle open, slowly opening, then closing, then opening once more. Light filled his gaze and he began to wonder - had he somehow managed to find his way to the afterlife? But, as his eyes adjust, he realizes the answer, likely, was no. His head throbbed and he squints, slowly peering around. He was still alive. The male looks to the ground in front of him, though, when he sees his paws, he realizes they aren't the same before. They're much smaller, paler, and simply held a different shape in general. The male slowly lifts his head, and is immediately greeted with hot breaths on the back of his fuzzy neck. "The fuck?" thousands of voices speak his thoughts all at once, and he quickly shoots his head to look behind him, whines emitting from the creature that'd spoken. "Olaine! Olaine!" the black and white borzoi cries. "You are here! You have voices! Hello! Hello!" Louder, they grow.

The male leaps up, jumping into the two-headed dog, a laugh emerging from them. "I am Damianos! This is my pack! Hello!" Oh, how happy he was, to finally have his voice. To finally have some family once again. Perhaps everything was not lost. "Maybe we can go home..." they whisper to themselves, echoing his thoughts. They are his voice. And, being mute with no knowledge of sign language, he had no problems with any method of having a voice now. But, oh, he is so filled with glee, but the weariness would not take long to strike him once again. It took too much energy, just now, to simply leap. He sinks into the two-headed dog's front legs, finally taking a look at himself once more. "Oh. I am small." His first observation. "And soft..." And now the second. The now marbled fox's gray eyes droop, slowly fading back into sleep. Perhaps the next time he woke up, they would be back home, as if none of this had ever happened, and he once more could be a hero. [b]"May we never part again."[b]