blackgoat: (ew human)
Shub Niggurath ([personal profile] blackgoat) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings2018-12-31 03:25 pm

GOATS

"Do you have children?"

The voice seemed to come before the lady, as if the question summoned her, rather than was actually spoken.

Small, demure in appearance, lovely in a way that quickly extended itself into the realm of disquieting. She seemed doll like, unliving and not quite made of flesh.

Little hands resting on a heavily pregnant belly, the woman draped in heavy Victorian dresses of stone grays, off whites and dull sky blues, with that porcelain skin and wild snow white hair, she'd almost look like she was trying to blend into the snow.

"If you do not, do you want them?"

Ah, so it was her speaking, the voice soft and sweet, if... off, in an odd way. A tone that crept up the spine and settled into the neck and base of the skull, like cold fingers pressed against the nape.
chiron_survivor: (moon rune)

[personal profile] chiron_survivor 2019-01-04 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
She's not sure what this deity means by humans being simple. Simple to procreate, simple in their desires, simple in general? Likely all three. And Adia would be no different, if not for that curious little rune tucked into her gray matter. Where did such a simple mind acquire something so profound?

"It's, um... it's nice to meet you, Shub Niggaruth." She's never heard that name before, but she's determined to memorize it, if only to text Loki about it later. She had promised the god that she'd alert him to anything that triggered her rune, and this certainly qualifies. She kind of wishes that Loki were here right now. She'd feel a whole lot more secure. "I don't want to assume, but... to your worshippers, are you a fertility goddess? Or something else?"
chiron_survivor: (not sure about that)

[personal profile] chiron_survivor 2019-01-11 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
If not for the anti-violence field, Adia wouldn't be able to stand here at all. Even if this ancient goddess wasn't interested in picking apart her brain, her aura alone would be enough to cause some sort of lasting trauma. Adia can feel it, knocking against her mind like a relentless solicitor. She really should go, now that she knows the deity's name and what she's about. But her words keep her rooted to the spot, at least for the time being.

She's curious, too.

"Eternal life?" she questions softly. "In what way? I've heard of gods who transform their followers. Do you do that, too?"