Timor

Pronouns: He/him

Ageless, Timor has always existed. His beginning was not so dark but time has built his reputation into one of terror and fear.

Since their arrival in the Paradisus islands Timor has watched the horses carefully, wanting them to succeed. But horses were not the only inhabitants on the island. Snakes, coyotes, mountain lions, and all things dangerous lurked in the shadows, but this is where Timor hid too. As a horse walked a dark path at night, with only the moonlight to guide them, Timor was there in the racing pulse, in the adrenaline that coursed through their veins. At the sight of yellow eyes in the jungle or the howling of a distant wild dog, Timor was there too, keeping the horses on their toes. Fear was what kept them alert, kept them alive, and so Timor saw himself as their savior.

Fear, however, was a powerful emotion, and it warped the minds of the horses and of the god himself. He began to feed off their fear and with the dawning of the great war, Timor was never left to starve. Soon it was not only the creatures with sharp teeth and a thirst for blood that the horses feared, but each other. Those who once praised Timor for the vigilance that saved lives began to scorn him. Fear was no longer limited to predators and poisons but extended to the horses themselves and the hate that burned in their hearts. And so Timor changed from the great god he used to be into something that the horses themselves began to fear. In his mind, Timor wasn't a god to be feared. Hadn't he looked out for them for so long? He had prodded them along the right paths, encouraged them to stay away from the rocky ledge or branch where a lethal snake hung, waiting for it's next victim. If they wanted fear, he would give them fear.

Now he whispers to the fanged carnivores, goads them into their hunts. He howls along with the coyote pack. He rushes with the fast winds and echoes in the cracks of lightning and rolls of thunder. He is the cold sweat they wake from after a nightmare, in the narrowed gaze of an unfamiliar stallion, plotting to take away a loved one. Timor is everywhere, a plague of fear.