So, decided to make a little story that ties in with The Shadow’s Trails, while being somewhat inspired by Adastra (Amicus, my beloved)! Kind of a sprouting love between a deity and a mortal. And if you are wondering why the wolf has the Greek version of Matt’s name is a similar white Arctic-like wolf…well, I’m toying with the idea of Matt/Gabriel being the descendant of a god or Demi-god. Nothing concrete, I’ll keep y’all updated in my FA Journals! Sorry for the long pre-story dialogue, enjoy the story!

- Matt the 80s Wolf

(Note: Matthaeos is pronounced: Maht-thay-ohs, Seltekles is pronounced: Sell-teh-clees, and Einnar is pronounced: Ay-narr)

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Dinner With The Moon Deity's


“Oh, for goodness, what was that new servant's name...oh right, Seltekles. Seltekles!!! Would you please come to me, my child? I am absolutely famished...”

For a moment, the only noise ringing throughout the palace were the echoes of His voice. Suddenly, the rhythmic sound of hooves, tapping the marble floor, echoing throughout the moonlit chamber. The sound bounced off the silver-leaf decorated walls, rushed past the midnight blue columns, and tugged at the Lord’s tall ears. In trotted a portly blonde goat, quickly making his way to fulfill his master’s requests.

He looked up to see a great throne, draped in navy blue fabrics, adorned with the most beautiful moonflowers, and seemingly sprouting magnificent wings of silver. The stairs were lined with illustrious silver incense pots, the smoke from which hid the Lord’s appearance. Stopping short of the steps to the mighty throne, the goat slid onto his knees, bowing his head to the floor.

“How may I serve thee, oh mighty Matthaeos, God of the Moon, Great Lord of the Night Sky, King of Midnight’s Creatures, the most magnifi-”

“Oh please, please, stop with the complimenting noise, I cannot stand it! Moon God this, Lover of the Nocturnal that; it all becomes so preachy and tiresome. Please, my child, allow me to ask you to call me Matthaeos, or, my lord, that is all I asked to be called.”

The goat, stunned by his master’s requests, left his mouth wide open, eyes furrowed in confusion. The Moon God’s chuckle echoed before a white furred arm appeared from the canopied throne. His paw beckoned the goat to come toward the massive throne.

“Why don’t you come sit with me? I see that you are a bit cold…please! Come, sit next to me.”

Unsure if his Lordship truly wished for the goat to sit with him, Seltekles slowly began to climb the stairs, cautiously eyeing the throne.

“Come now, I won’t bite...unless, you take too long.” smirked Matthaeos.

The goat jumped, hurrying up the rest of the steps, sliding onto the throne, seating himself next to his master. As he shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, he began to realize that he could actually see the Lord’s silhouette. The Moon God leaned in for a closer look of his servant, and Seltekles did the same, earnestly beginning to study his master’s appearance.

The wolf was blanketed by fur as white as the clouds, which looked equally as long and silky as glowing midnight cirrus clouds. His long tail laid by His side, wrapped in beautiful robes and drapes. His eyes shone brighter than the purest sapphires, glowing in the shadows. His fur was softer than any other fur or fabric Seltekles had ever felt, soothing him into a state of bliss and safety as Matthaeos gently touched the goat’s arm, before squishing his pudgy face cheeks and running his fingers through the goat’s amber hair.

“Come with me, little one, I’m absolutely starving.”

The wolf’s hair had thin golden strands that shone under the moonlight as He stood up and began descending the stairs, leading Seltekles out of the throne hall.

He wore the silkiest robes, the navy blue fabric elegantly adorning the wolf and billowing behind, as if there was a constant and soothing breeze that surrounded the wolf. His right arm was decorated by a silver armlet and bracelet, both of which were adorned with radiant sapphires. His sandals were made from the finest black leather, and were made so soft, not one of His footsteps rang out as He floated down the halls and into the dining room.

“Come, sit with me. Enjoy yourself!” exclaimed Matthaeos, grabbing two drinking vessels off the nearby wine rack and placing them on the table.

“Would you care for a drink?” inquired the wolf as he reached for a ceramic wine bottle.

“W-Well, your lordship, i-if I may...I am not a fan of wine…”

The wolf’s ears tilted in confusion, before his eyes lit up, as if he solved the sphinx's riddle.

“Ah, I see, you are a fan of ale then, yes?”

The goat shook his head.

The wolf humorously harrumphed, smiling as He said “Hmm, well then, what would you care to drink, my child?”

The goat meekly answered, “A-A cup of honey milk tea, i-if you would be so kind.”

The wolf smiled, chuckling as He saw Seltekles’s cheeks blush and a small smile began to sprout on the goat’s face. “Honey milk tea it is then. Now, what about dinner?”

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Cups clinking, the wolf and goat had long finished their meals of feral chicken, feral boar, vegetables from around the world, and many, many cups of honey milk tea.

As they laid in Matthaeos’s private chambers, the two of them had been laughing over the many stories Matthaeos told of; from his childhood, tales of the other Kysersian gods and goddesses, and many chronicles of His encounters with other deities from around the world.

“Oh!!! Of course, there was one this one time, Einnar, the Gelian God of Earth, tried to destroy the Moon and poison me! And, the reasoning was so absurd!!! You know why he did it, why he tried to kill me? It was because he lost the vote to be Drachenstrat’s patron god under a full moon! Believe me, I couldn’t care less about the election, I was attending a festival with Vindius, God of the Drink, so I was absolutely tipsy, flaunting a monstrously large sloshing belly full of wine, and I could barely stand, let alone think straight! Vindius had to practically carry me home, which wasn’t a problem, the party was only a short walk down a path to my home.”

“So, I come back, Vindius and I go to the kitchen, and who should we find? Einnar, emptying a vial of poison into the glaze for my dessert cakes! And you know what I said to him?! I said, ‘Oh, goodness, my dear, my brothers have already pulled this trick twenty times already. Do me a favor, try to be more original than simply poisoning my desserts.’. And his face! Absolute shock and terror!”

“And what did you do with him?! Tell me, tell me, tell me!!!” Seltekles howled as his sides ached from the sheer amount of laughter.

The wolf took a deep breath, a soft smile spreading across his face. Looking straight at Seltekles’s amber eyes, he simply said, “I made him a patron god.”

Seltekles confusingly chuckled, replying “And how did you do that, my Lord?”

“I ordered a new city to be created, a great city, one to rival my city of Matstetheles. We ended up naming it after him. The wondrous city of Einnasthos, where you, my child, were born and raised in. It seemed that Einnar wished for a mountain city, for once construction was complete, he used his great strength to lift mounds of earth, high into the sky! He transformed piles of loose dirt into monstrous chains of jagged rock that swept away the clouds, creating the Krelstranna Mountains, a beautiful yet formidable mountain range used to protect his city and his beloved people.”

“Why would you do that, my lord, make him a patron god after his attempt to have you murdered?!”

“Well, I’m immortal, and he was using mortal poison, we actually laugh about that little fact that had slipped his mind now. But, that is not the point. The point is that I truly felt that Einnar deserved a city of his own. The people of Drachenstrat loved him, and saw him as their protector, but the aristocracy of the village swayed the vote, using their money to pay the people to vote against Einnar. He had won, but the aristocrats shunned him, driving him away from the village. And in his desperation, he looked up, and saw a full moon, seemingly mocking him. Sadness boiled into rage, and he stormed his way for retribution for his loss, thinking that I supported Drachenstrat’s sniveling aristocracy.”

The wolf sighed, smiling as he added, “He is a dear friend to me...Matsetheles and Einnasthos are sisters, and nothing could ever separate the friendships between our great cities. I am the godfather of his sons and daughter and I have promised to care for them as if they were my own. Einnar protects my port city with a maze of fjords, a maze that only gives free passage to those that bring friendship and honor in their hearts. I have never known such an amazing being like Einnar…that is...until you.”

The goat's eyes widened, his pupils darting around as he stuttered, “I-I ergh, well, y-you know, I-I wouldn’t say that I am amazing, I t-truly am quite ordinary…”

“You, of your own choice, journeyed the long trails, snuck past mercenaries and thieves, and spent sleepless nights marching, to serve me, have you not?”

Seltekles stuttered. “I-I have, your lordship.”

“Then you are more than any ordinary person to me. You are here for a reason...please, tell me, why are you here?”

The goat remained mute, simply staring into the Moon God’s sapphire eyes. He opened his mouth, but simply sighed, turning his head away.

“I...I had this silly feeling, a very silly belief that I could be your favorite servant. The one you trusted with your secrets. The one to fill your cup, even if it hasn’t emptied completely. The one to fill your plate, even if you are already full…I wish…I w-wish to…”

The wolf smiled.

“Yes, yes? You wish toooo…”

Sighing, the goat said, “I wish to be yours…to be the one you find comfort in, the one to care for you, more than a servant. I wish to be yours.”

“W-Well, little one…I, I’m a bit shocked, if I may be so honest...” blushed Matthaeos, eyes darting as he tried to think of words to express his emotions. “I-I have never been asked this! Not by supreme beings, nor any mortals such as you...I believe we should learn about each other more...if you wish to be mine, as you say…”

The wolf began to pet the goat, smiling and chuckling as he saw Seltekles blushing.

“Come with me, Seltekles, I am beginning to feel peckish again! I must ask you, what would you like for dessert?”


The End