The Greater Wolf & The Forest Spirit

Naois

All was quiet except for the sound of birds chirping and a few small animals frolicking in the underbrush. Each step he took created life and caused death. The suns rays shone down through the canopy of leaves above to light a small clearing in the trees. In the warm spot that the light of the sun created he laid down. Grass and flowers grew up around him. When he laid his head on his hooves the iridescent butterflies that rested on his antlers floated around his face for a moment before landing. A low thrum and humming started as the forest around him sang him a sweet song. Sighing, he lifted his head, Enough. When I am attempting to rest I desire silence. At his tone, even the birds and small animals quieted before he lowered his head again to his hooves. Only he could command the forests silence. What is this emotion? Loneliness? How do I feel morose this close to rebirth? This encroaching loneliness so distant from the end of my thousand years is curious. A memory of the Greater Wolf woman passed through his mind. There was only one other being that he had ever met with multiple times and that being was the Sorceress of Sin. At this point he believe the only reason Lysithea still lived was to attempt to end his life. The fear of the world dying wasn't something she possessed. As long as she got the revenge she desired she didn't care. Absentmindedly he took his man like form but stayed laying naked in the grass. Lifting his hand he inspected his fingers before tucking an arm beneath his head as he moved to his side. He could see his light honey spread out all around him, glistening in the sun. On the side facing the sky he tucked the strands behind his tipped ear so that they wouldn't fall in his face as he laid there. The light that danced when the wind blew the leaves above him caught the pale lavender strands that highlighted his hair. 

"Would she like this?" Desire for the wolf woman pulled at him fervently and his body reacted in ways he didn't expect. He looked down at himself and his eyes widened. 

"Why?" He frowned before covering his erection with his leg. 

"Why? I regret not at least inquiring after her name. Foolish. Each moment was an instant. Did I find her that intriguing? More than a thousand years has passed since a woman has provoked a response from my loins and I've spent only moments with her. There must be something amiss with me." He groaned at his discomfort. The forest began to hum around him. The wind blew again causing the leaves of the trees to sway gently. His thoughts returned to the wolf women. 

"What activities would she be partaking in at this moment? Did you transport her to the space between while I attended the space? I do not believe that she could venture there of her own will." This time he spoke to the forest and not himself. In response the butterflies fluttered around his head before one landed on the hand that lay in front of him. 

"Why? Is there activity that I am unaware of? Usually the other Spirits keep me well informed of  everything now that my connection beyond the forest has waned. Now that few humans worship the Spirits." This time the forest didn't respond.  As his irritation rose anger overwhelmed him and when he stood he began to pull life from the space around him. It spread slowly out from him in all directions creating a ring of death. It was much harder for him to reign in his emotions so close to his rebirth. The rebirth was almost a reset. His memories of the past remained but he gained a new self every time. Slight changes to his physical appearance even occurred. These changes happened because each white oak he was born from had different characteristics and he took on some of them with each rebirth. The creatures of the forest began to retreat from him. Everything quieted. A deep rumble beneath his feet began. 

"Allow her to find me! The fault is yours, is it not?! I would not feel this way had you not allowed her to meet with me from the start. My patience with you is dwindling!" Trees around him began to hum softly. His irritation waned and the life around him began to return. With only a small amount of satisfaction he pushed his hair out of his face before he began to pace in the clearing. At the moment he had a deep disdain for the forest and his position within it. It showed in the types of plants that grew and died in his steps. They were deadly toxic flowers and other dangerous plants. Whispers on the wind distracted him from his pacing.