Forseti (forsete) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-11-26 10:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~forseti, ~hypnos |
Walkin' Buddies (OPEN)
Forseti enjoyed his daily walks more than anything. Mostly because that was the one time he had the world to himself. The world, of course was actually full of people, but to him it was empty. Just him, his dog, and a long stretch of pathways engraved into the dirt by him and everyone who had walked these paths before him. The parks were nearly empty at this hour of the morning, and considering the threatening chill of late fall, early winter, they were even more empty than normal.
Which pleased him in a way he couldn't describe. Forseti had been alone for a long time. Not alone in the sense of he was a loner and had no friends. He even still had family. But that close bond between father and son had been severed so long ago. Between Mother and Son, gone. He had no brothers to share his thoughts with. No sisters to share them with either. So a lot of his time alone, when you could not call upon friends, or the family he had left, was spent with his dogs.
There were many dogs over the years. He could not say which was his favorite. Even out of the various breeds Forseti had a problem picking a favorite. He wanted to be fair. They all had their own good points and bad points. But he had never been into small dogs, although he did squirm a little in happiness when he saw a Pug puppy, or a toy version of a much larger breed. Just a little. In a completely manly way.
But now was the reign of Forbes the Great, yes he was majestic. And yes, Forseti had named him Forbes. He wasn't very good with names. Or original. He was a God of Justice, not a god of creativity. And yes, Forbes happened to be something he was reading while deciding the name of this Boxer. But he was a good running mate. And no one could judge him, lest they meet the force of Forseti head on.
Forseti pondered. Had he ever been in a fight before that didn't consist of Alcohol and a little bit of urging from Thor?
Maybe once, or twice. Maybe.
Hm.
"Forbes, do you remember which way we went last time? You know, I do like to go the path less wandered now and then, maybe the less beaten path? What do you say, boy?" Of course, Forbes couldn't respond. And looked at his owner with his tongue half out of his mouth. Wild in the way dogs could be when they were finally pushed to the brink in a good long walk.
"I can't remember." Forseti pondered.