by Stormwarden » Sat Sep 16, 2017 8:34 pm
❝ Oɴ Cᴜᴘɪᴅ's ʙᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛsᴛʀɪɴɢs ʙᴇɴᴛ ❞ (19.1) The pitiful heavens, how the hewn stars were scattered about! Space was the epitome of entropy, of deviance and disorder.
His stars were lost, misguided — it pained him to see them like this.
Astrophel was idly drawing the paths that guided mortals together, sitting just beyond their realm of vision, when a realization dawned on him, simultaneously as slow as yet sudden as the sunrise: if he could do this for celestial dragons, what kept him from doing it for the celestials themselves?
Spurred by his epiphany, he took to the skies to try his hand, to test his luck.
Among the stars, he never felt alone.
"Astrophel!" the stars seemed to cry as he cast the mystical sight of his third eye outward. He felt their inquisitiveness prick at his skin, and his fur stood on end as they all turned gazes to watch him.
"Silence," he commanded gently. Astrophel knew in his heart that all the stars in the universe would still in the orbits for him, but all he could ever dare ask for was a bit of quiet.
Astrophel needed to focus. He'd done this countless times for mortals, but he never loved any as much as he loved his stars. His tail was his pen, his third eye a ruler, the adjacent stars his guiding lights, and he the artist.
He was a painter, a poet, but this was the work of a god.
And thus, Astrophel became the creator of constellations, the great connector.
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Stormwarden on Wed Sep 20, 2017 11:58 am, edited 8 times in total.