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Chapter 27: The Wilds

The great wolf ran hard through the forest. His feet, each the size of a dinner plate, smashed through roots and rocks alike as he drove himself onward. Despite being half the size of an African elephant, and moving fast enough that the still air around him felt like a tornado, he still managed to move and weave between the trees rather than collide with them; not that it mattered much as any tree he couldn’t dodge simply exploded on impact with his bulk. The god of war wouldn’t be stopped easily when he was at full tilt.

Or at least he was the god of war, and he supposed he still was despite himself, though he hoped to change that. He had no idea if he ever could be anything else, if his deific domain was set and permanent or if he could change it, but he intended to try. The first part of that was getting as far away from civilization as possible. War didn’t exist without empires, the forest had no armies or kings or generals to field, but it did have violence and it did have fury, and passion, and drive.

In the past he had tried to change his nature by denying it outright, and it had made him weak. He was almost reduced to the level of a mortal, and perhaps he would have become one if he had kept up his previous path long enough. He had become little more than a talented mage with a somewhat malleable body, probably why he was so easy to capture, and once captured… well the old ‘god of war’ came back.

This time he wouldn’t deny his existence or his nature, but acknowledge and try to train it, change it to something else. He was now attempting to shed the hate and anger of war while embracing the primal fury of the wilds. If he could change himself into The God of Nature’s Fury, rather than The God of War, he figured it would go a long way to getting away from all the things he hated about himself in the past. It would certainly be harder for some mad king to use him for selfish ends.

He was already starting to be accepted by the wilds, lesser spirits of the forest were starting to run along beside and behind him. Perhaps one day they would become his pack, well his pack and hers.

Far above and ahead of him his female rocketed along. She never even touched the ground, her claws shredded bark and branches as she pushed off the tree trunks and canopies. Sometimes she dropped down low enough for her male to catch sight of her and sometimes she rocketed up above the trees. She corkscrewed through the air venting primal energies that formed into a tornado behind her. Water in the air shocked into ice shards in her wake and just and quickly melted to a summer’s rain over the forest below. Sometimes she went so high that the trees would become blurs at best before coming back down.

Her body was that of a young sergal woman, sapphire blue fur and tight well built muscles shaped over a body that features wide hips, long legs, and a more than healthy bust. She wore no clothes, she had long ago forgotten her embarrassment and shyness over nudity, and her body no longer needed the protection she once did, not to mention how good the wind felt flowing over every inch of her. Her arrow shaped head helped cut through the air like a missile as she continued to push her new speed to the limit. She was still testing her new abilities, while not long ago she was the young sergal maiden she appeared to be, but now she was much more than she had ever thought possible.

She was The North Wind. She blasted down from the perpetually snow covered mountains of the high latitudes, bringing fury and thunder and destructive storms of rain and of ice, of thunder and lightning, and screaming winds.

She was The Mother of Spring. Her rains and storms gave the flowers the waters that they needed to bloom. Her ice melted to feed the rivers, and her winds blew down the old trees letting the light in for new life to take root. Her own womb would do the same as well before long.

Where she and her male were only a short while ago was now almost a forgotten memory. They hadn’t stayed, once she had ascended. Revenge was a tempting thought, but going on a rampage though Xavier’s kingdom was not what either of them wanted. So they started to run wild. Not away per se. They were far too loud and notice to really be ‘hiding’, the lords and their wars simple didn’t matter anymore. They just ran. Back and forth across the lands that felt far more home to them than they had trying to deal with the nonsense of civilization. Perhaps one day they would venture back from the wilds to the cities, but not now. not for some time. Now it was all about the wilds, and each other. She spun around in the air to look behind her at her male far below.

The male below was the father of her child to be, would be the father of all her children. She had a feeling that she just might have more than a few of them over the years. She had no idea how inheritance worked with deific abilities. Her male far below her couldn’t hope to keep up with her speed if she wasn’t letting him, and she couldn’t hope to match his immense strength if he wasn’t gentle with her. Would their children be as strong as him and as fast as her? or would their domains come from a totally different place. Gods for the stones, or Gods for travelers

Perhaps even a God for the Machines.