Mo
God Appearance
His return to Novus was sudden and unforeseen. So long had they all remained absent and oblivious to the world they’d ruled over, the world they’d loved. It was beyond strange to have returned to this mortal form, especially to have functioning lungs and be more than a sleeping consciousness inside a damn statue. It briefly occurred to him to slaughter all the pigeons that had ever dared to poop on him.
The grass in the field felt peculiar against his golden colored hooves, but incredible. The air in his lungs was fresh and pure. He wondered if his siblings had yet awoken, and where their travels had taken them. Were they seeking out Tempus, or wandering as he did, taking their time to explore present day Novus.
There had been few mortals that he’d crossed paths with. He was thankful, for he didn’t feel much like fraternizing and condescending to have a chat about their petty, fleeting lives. At least not yet. The one or two he’d deigned to speak with had been so shocked that not even a command for them to speak could lift them from their stupor. Solis had simply groaned in annoyance and continued on his way.
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