Famine (malnourishment) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-08 22:34:00 |
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Current mood: | stressed |
Entry tags: | famine |
My faith ain't been no friend to me
Who: Famine (malnourishment), OPEN to Angels and Horsemen
What: Attempting to protect Death from divine/angelic smiting.
When: Saturday evening
Where: Inanna's place
Rating: tba
After leaving Dwarf the horse in Wrath's care, Famine had rushed through the city, searching for the Great Whore's current temple. It wasn't as easy as in the old days since NYC had prostitutes and brothels in abundance and the number increased hourly but he was determined to find his brother.
The Horseman ran around like a headless chicken, expanding his senses and with them his power, too. Heaps of mortals suddenly found themselves feeling ravenous and poured into the nearest place that served food. Business was going to be great tonight. At least, until the kitchens ran out of food. Then it might turn into a huge mess.
Finally, finally, the Black Rider picked up his brother's presence. It was faint, entangled with a foreign source of power but it was definitely there. Latching to that fine thread, Famine followed it until he reached its source and heaved a quiet sigh of relief.
What now?
Feeling too resentful and repulsed by the ancient goddess and her actions against Death, he found it impossible to set foot inside. However, what other choice did he have? Cloaking himself from the eyes of the whores, he entered the den of sin and positioned himself at the centre of the hallway that led to Ishtar's private chambers.
The youngest of the Horsemen turned around to face the entrance and tried to erase all traces of Death's presence by burying it under layer upon layer of his own unique signature. It required a considerable amount of energy - energy which wasn't made for being released at this speed and quantity - and he didn't how long he would be able to keep this up.
Hopefully for long enough.
"Don't hurt him," Famine whispered. "Please."