@FELINEXTRIO Apollo shifted his gaze, looking out towards the sky above.
A surge of warmth could be felt through the other’s body as they touched Apollo, it was comforting and rejuvenating.
“If that were so, I would not be here.”
“And that is their choice. We do not interfere.”
Apollo raised a paw towards the sky, snapping his fingers to create a tear within space. A simple portal.
“My home. Mount Olympus.
No man nor woman, nor anyone between, has stepped foot there.”
Closing it,
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“Ah yes, because they may or may not have idolized you throughout time, hence the names they’ve given to celestial bodies and those ‘Apollo’ space craft they’ve sent to the moon and back.
To say the least, mankind is slowly making its bounds into space through technological-
“We need not any faith. . . We assisted in the growth of mankind among it’s cradle.
We are not the beginning. We are the forerunners of mankind. The beginning of us. . . who can say?”
Apollo rose up, looking up towards the stars, “Your kind reveres us Gods, be it
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“Nothing.
So you say you’re the absolute beginning, molding these mortals you speak of as you see fit, leaving them with free will to believe what they choose to believe.
Pretty fair of you.”
It’s piqued the canine’s interest nonetheless.
“Yet after all this time, you still-
seek to change. Belief is subjective, and one’s own choice.”
Claws would draw meticulously across the ground, all linking one image to another.
“We did not create life. We formed from what we had, just as a parents with a child.”
Apollo swiped away the dirt that had been drawn on.
“Nothing.
Then. . . came the Gods. Forerunners of civilization. Prometheus, Athena. . . All birthed from us.
The story of creation is different from culture to culture, that we do not deny, nor do we
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“How about you could’ve possibly came after the mortals arrived, conjured by ideas of hope and salvation, along with other things they want.
It’s only a thought.”
A challenging statement nonetheless, pausing to watch the wolf draw into the dirt.
“They still have yet to know-
“Knowledge is only the beginning.
Philosophers within the early ages of life had only scratched what was merely the surface of the functions of the universe.”
The wolf sat down on the dirt ground, on his knees as a claw began to draw pictures from time’s past.
“Tell me,
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“Flesh and blood, yes but I am not to be lumped with the inhabitants of this planet. I don’t think you know what I can and can’t do with the knowledge I possess.”
Arms cross, pacing back and forth while keeping eye contact with the god.
“You all are the same. Flesh and blood, with limited lifespans, only extended with the use of technology.
So, yes, ‘you all’.”
The god smirked, crossing his arms as he retorted.
Intimidating he was, at least that’s what The Doctor would see.
“Ah, then that explains what was going on during my visits! To think it was some other thing, it was your doing!”
Pausing.
“ ‘You all’ you think I’m from this planet?”
It wasn’t as much extreme temper as it was. . . well, a jest. Gods can be intimidating.
“Historical famines were my doing.
Egypt, the Middle Ages. Why? Mortals become. . . violent. They wage wars, incite immorality. That sort of thing you all are so good at.”
“Feisty, alright no need to get defensive about that.”
As of the other has a temper, he’ll take a step or two backwards to at least try and diffuse any hostility.