@nickmarini's response to my asks has suddenly and inexplicably broken me out of my writer's block, so here's a snippet of a fic inspired by it. Hopefully I'll be able to finish it lol.
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He glances towards his brother—who is not there. A look behind him reveals the coward has already fled. Typical.
Pelor looks back towards the Wildmother and raises his hands up in placation. “Sister—”
“Brother. For the sake of our continued sibling-hood—Run.”
Pelor runs.
The screeching howls of wild things follow them as they make their escape. Twisting vines and gnarled roots reach out to trip them as they dash through the dense thicket.
“I see our sister is as cheery as ever!” Asmodeus calls out from ahead. “Did I touch a nerve?”
“That was her anniversary gift from Erathis, you ass!”
“Oh really!? Well, forgive me for not keeping up! I haven’t exactly been invited to any family reunions lately!”
Pelor’s response is cut short by a roar in his ear. He dives out of the way a moment before the largest tiger he’s ever seen rips out his throat. He lands in a nearby thorn-bush, spikes digging into his skin.
His sister can be really mean, sometimes.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t get a moment to breathe. A sharp tug pulls at him, and he knows that Asmodeus has reached the end of their tether. He moves to get up but before he can do so, the tiger pounces. Dagger-like claws tear at his flesh, and the iron stench of blood fills the air.
“Aargh!” Pelor struggles to push the cat off him. It is hundreds of pounds of pure muscle but even in this form, He is the Sun. BOOM. Light explodes out from him, and the beast is thrown back into a tree trunk, landing with a wet thud and a crack of splintering wood.
He pushes himself up, and startles as sudden heat whooshes over his shoulder and rockets down on the tiger, igniting both it and the tree in a blaze of fire.
Pelor looks back at the fiend-that-is-his-brother standing a few paces behind him.
“What?” Asmodeus accuses. “It moved. I’m helping.”
Pelor shakes his head as he brushes past him. “I didn’t say anything.”
Asmodeus bristles, about to object, when another howl sounds from deeper into the jungle and snaps them out of their squabble.
They look at each other.
Pelor smirks, “Go on, help some more.”
Asmodeus rolls his eyes, “I hate you.” He scoffs, but his lips are twitching. Liar.
Pelor’s smirk widens into a grin, and it lights up the forest around them.
The howl sounds again, closer this time, and they break out into a run. They weave though snares of vines and dart out of the jaws of carnivorous plants. Venomous snakes bite at their ankles and birds swoop down at them with sharp beaks and long talons.
At one point, an eagle dive-bombs them and tries to claw out their eyes. Asmodeus throws fire at it and the bird explodes into a squawking ball of flaming plumage.
Pelor blinks. Fire. Squawking. Burnt feathers. “Looks like that phoenix of yours!”
Asmodeus cackles at that comment.
Suddenly, the tree-line breaks. They can see the sky, the clouds, the sunlight shining down upon them. The wide-open air greets them, and they skid to a stop before the precipice of a great cliff.
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That's it for now! Hope ya'll enjoy reading. I have so much brain rot about these two its not okay.