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66.666667 | 2023-07-17 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"Ah, thank you.\"\nHe nodded slightly. He looked around to the servants, more intrigued than anything else. He didn't really have servants per say, but he did employ dragons for other purposes, so it wasn't *Too* Foreign for him. He got the same servant's attention, asking for the same as his King. His penguin was clearly stressed, and tried to escape, but he just pulled it back to him with the leash nonchalantly.\n\"The weather's lovely. I've always enjoyed the light, fluffy snow.\""
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Will respond in a couple of hours!"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "\"The snow is quite beautiful. It always distracts the other tribes from the fact that any Ice'Wing could be looming under the snow itself, ready to jump them.\" He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he took a seat on the fluffy snow underneath him. His tail swept the snow, the long spikes on it making a weak engraving on the snow before being wiped away by the tail itself."
}
] | 82 | 200 |
34.333333 | 2023-07-18 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "~~do you need some cough medicine-~~"
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "I got Hal's if you need em"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"It does... Or, it makes them more paranoid. It depends on the dragon, really. Always have to be careful with that sort of thing.\"\nHe tapped a talon upon the part of his scar that was below his eye as proof. He sat down next to him, sticking his tongue out and letting the flakes fall upon it. He'd always done so. He felt it grew him closer to the Great Ice Dragon."
}
] | 9 | 103 |
130.375 | 2024-04-21 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "nightspark43",
"message": "*It was later that day, after the visit from Queen Nyx, that one of the many servants of the palace was sent running down the halls, scrabbling against the icy floor to find the King. When he finally did, he practically slid into place, his head bowed against the floor,* \"M-my lord! There is something y-you need to see! It's General Snowstorm sir, her room!\" *The servant stammered out as quickly as physically possible, leaving a fair bit of it nigh-unintelligible.*"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "It's all good! Will respond after eating"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He had been talking with a guard in the hallway, almost as if berating them for relaxing on the job, before snapping his gaze to the servant that came running up to him. He flicked his talons to dismiss the guard, before a faint hiss escaped him. He didn't fully catch what they said, but if the servant was this desperate, it was most likely important. He did catch that it had to do with one of his generals. \n\n\"Well, if there is something up with General Snowstorm, why don't you get her to get me?\" He snarled, he was asking why she hadn't come to him personally."
},
{
"author": "nightspark43",
"message": "*His snarl sent the servant into even more stammering, talking nonsense for a moment before recovering enough,* \"S-she's gone, my lord, no one can find her, we've been looking... I was taking her lunch, as Master Calve requested, and... And... Something's happened, you must come see! I'm sorry, my lord!\" *He apologized preemtively for the spent time, waiting for confirmation from his king before moving an inch.*"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "\"She's *Gone?*\" A dark growl escaped him, as the spikes on his neck deepened with the black that were on the tips. He also had puffed it out like a lion's mane, with his gaze colder than ever. He cursed under his breath, some frost breath escaping his jaws as he barked out some orders to nearby guards. He then snapped his attention back to the servant, his ears pinned back in anger. \"And of her room... Well if it's so important then lead me to her room.\" He hissed, flicking his talons."
},
{
"author": "nightspark43",
"message": "\"Yes my lord!\" *He responded, skittering, and slipping once, to lead the king, staying at just the right distance to be visible, but out of range of his king's claws, fearing his liege's temperament. He chose the fastest route possible, taking them past the barracks and towards the entrance, she had requested a room near there from the queen before Curlew. The first thing visible from even down the hallway was the door, practically falling of it's hinges, and the fallen tray of lunch items, no doubt from the servant dropping it when he arrived. A guard at the door snapped to attention as they came into sight, stepping aside for Hyperborean.*\n\n*Inside, only what could be described as a disaster. A desk laid in half multiple drawers missing, only to see them on the other side of the room entirely, a stool shattered against the wall, hard enough that one of the legs had embedded itself. Her table upended, paintings empty and the frames shattered, the shelf, full of mementos torn from the wall, the items either missing or strewn across the floor. The walls and floor held deep gouges where a dragon had ferociously scratched at them, some deep enough to have been multiple times.*"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "When he saw the door, his anger seemed to subside, but it was clear he was keeping his composure but his anger was still there. He smacked the tray aside with his tail as he walked into the room. He carefully looked over the destroyed room, his tail carelessly knocking some stuff over. He peered at the gouges, and the chair leg that was in the wall. His anger became quite clear once his gaze met the servant's, there was no mercy in his gaze. \n\"Go find every guard you can get that travels outside of the palace, and tell them to find her. No warrant, and do not extend the search beyond the Ice'Wing Kingdom. If you find her, bring her back to me. I just want to talk to her, give her a notice. Then promptly fire her, if she hadn't already quit. She will pay a small fee for destroying property gratuitously given to her by the Royalties...\" He trailed off, as frostbreath seeped from his jaws, storming back out of the room. He knew she was most likely long gone, and there wasn't much point in trying to chase her down, but if he could get her back in his talons, there would be much to pay. If only she just asked to quit and left her room in good condition he wouldn't be this angry..."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Tbh at that point i'd just put it in so nah. But there is now a search for Snowstorm, if she isn't already out of the kingdom"
}
] | 115.5 | 1,043 |
191.6 | 2024-06-09 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He seemed to wait until the servant returned, a platter of food and drinks cleverly balanced on their talons. Not only were they fast, they were incredibly skilled, many years of being a servant under their metaphorical belt. They set the platter down on the ground in between the two, closer to Nyx since they were the guest and deserved the first few bites. The servant then went to stand off to a distance, their head held up high, maybe too high in pride. Yet Hyperborean seemed to allow it, his gaze more focused on Nyx. He then let his tail sway in the snow, the gentle wind picking up on small snow particles. \n\n\"I feel like my point isn't quite getting across to some dragons. I do not feel like they understand just how much I want the hybrids out of the kingdom. There's an idea I have that would certainly spread across the kingdoms, but again, a dangerous line to cross.\" He kept avoiding from answering the question directly and danced around it a little bit, shaking the spikes on his neck. He seemed to be quite comfortable in the cold, no longer having to worry about dew making his spikes and scales stick together."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "The Queen had no interest in food. Even though she had traveled far she came to conduct business. She *Came* Because she thought maybe she could have a worthy alliance with a proud king, yet here she was standing next to Hyperborean who couldn't even answer her question directly. Just like the first time they spoke, it made her squint since her patience only went so far. \n\n\"And what would this *Idea* Be? What line is left to cross?\"\nShe let out a soft hiss, the spear inching closer unconsciously as her patience wore thin. Her gaze flicked to it as she sighed and set it down, letting herself go back to taking her seat. Her talons rose to wipe off the snow that collected on her horns, leaving a sheen while her thoughts collected and she looked at him once more, realizing where he was perhaps going with this.\n\"Afraid to get your talons dirty?\""
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "Noticing that she wasn't going to take the food nor the drinks, he flicked his tail to let the servant know to take the platter back and give it to somebody else within the castle. They promptly grabbed the platter and left, leaving the two of them entirely alone in the courtyard. He shifted his talons as he gained courage to finally speak what was on his mind for quite some time now. With his tail curling next to him, his gaze became surprisingly stern. \n\n\"No. I would absolutely love to do it myself. Makes the message that much stronger. The issue is that, I'm not sure how this message will be received. I don't know if a tribe will call an act of war, if the hybrid happened to be a hybrid of an Ice'Wing and some other tribe.\" He shook his, rubbing his temples with his talons. The crown ever so slightly shifted on his head, before settling once more as his talons drifted along the snow."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "Her head looked out at the courtyard, analyzing the ancient yet still functioning architecture. The palace that has stood for... Perhaps the longest time of any animus magic. As the servant departed she let the frown and furrow on her face loosen, pleased at what the King had to say. \n\n\"I see. If that is such a concern for you, then just use a Night hybrid. I'm sure you can find one scurrying around like a lost scavenger in your Kingdom. It's the hybrid I'm assuming you despise the most, as well as the fact I won't be starting any wars with you. In fact, I have my own plans going to be set in motion shortly.\""
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "\"That, was an idea I had. However, most if not all have already fled my kingdom. The few remaining have immunities that I will not risk breaking. There's a few guards who are of those hybrids who were already serving the previous Queen, and their families have been for generations. I barely allow them to keep serving, since they would likely not get another job.\" He muttered angrily, a faint hiss escaping him. His gaze seemed to shift over to the entrance of a hallway, a said Night/Ice guard standing there. The guard had been watching, and snapped their gaze away as soon as Hyperborean's gaze met theirs. They clearly feared Hyperborean. He then sighed, looking back at Nyx. \n\"However, if you have any ideas then I'm all for it.\" He let his shoulders relax, to ensure a more serene authority figure aura."
}
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129.8 | 2023-06-17 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "*A bulky yet elegant Icewing had walked into the entrance hall of the Ice Palace, almost as if it were his own. He hummed softly, his spiked tail slowly swinging from side to side along the icy ground, creating soft scraping noises. He had a small penguin on a leash, keeping it close to him so it wouldn't wander off. It seemed to be his pet. He had been wishing to see the King as of late. His... \"Organization\" Had been gathering more influence recently, and he wished to address the King directly. If they couldn't sort out an agreement soon, then nothing would get done. He gave the penguin a few gentle pats on its head to calm it, before sitting near the wall with his good eye gazing to the rest of the hall, scanning for any sign of the King.*"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "A dark growl instinctively escaped him as his tail lashed, quickly approaching into the grand hall. His jagged talons scraped upon the icy surface, his spikes ruffled out, the blackness seemingly having seeped down the spikes. He snorted as he raised his head up, staring slightly down at Amur as if out of disgust. \n\"So *You're* The one who wanted to speak to me.\" He muttered, his wings flexing as he flicked his tail, the long spikes rattling slightly as it hit the ground briefly. He was rather imposing and scary to many, just from his body language and how he spoke."
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"I am, yes.\"\nHe gave him a smug smile, a soft hum escaping him. He tightened his grip on his leash, tugging the poor penguin back as it too tried to escape. \n\"It's a pleasure to meet you in person, King Hyperborean. I do believe we have much to talk about, although it's best to do it in a more.. Secure place. It's rather sensitive, and you wouldn't wish for any citizens to get wrapped up in this, would you?\"\nIt was.. Unclear as to whether that was a threat or not, but Amur was certainly capable of going through with it if it was."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He let a soft hiss out as he ruffled his neck spikes, sighing as he turned around and began to walk away, his tail swaying dangerously as if to make sure Amur didn't dare try to be at his side or right behind him. He didn't neccesarily take it as a threat, he didn't really care if the people knew he talked to the mafia, but he wanted to make sure word didn't get out until he wanted it to be. And they clearly could do that if they wanted to."
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "He followed him from a distance, keeping out of reach of his tail. He followed at a sort of diagonal to him, picking his penguin up and setting it on his back so it didn't have to get tugged along. He did have an air of smugness about him. Almost as if he had an offer that he knew his King couldn't refuse. His long, narrow ear flicked. He looked around at the palace as the two walked, admiring the architecture of the place."
}
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444.571429 | 2023-10-04 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "The scorching sun from earlier was nothing compared to the biting winds. The tunnel leading to the SandWing Kingdom was always an uncomfortable experience- like her heart was on her tongue, wings cramped despite the neat folds and the feeling as if her scales were changing colour without will despite never doing so. She always seemed to hold her breath whilst walking through the tunnel of blackness, the narrow, harsh light that blanketed the sand in front of her even if no true threat stayed.\n\nThe hours saved was worth it every time, even if the disturbing feeling was preferred gone, she and her guards leapt into the sky, seemingly disappearing as they camouflaged- seemingly becoming apart of the blue hues of the endless skies with two of her most trusted Royal Guards. Their wingbeats were even as they glided, the conversation delightful as they scoured the skies, an occasional joke catching one of them off guard. Despite their blue scales reflecting more of the light than what darker scales would've absorbed, each RainWing was still fairly energised whilst 'basking' in the everlasting sunlight. For some moments, a comfortable silence fell, and occasionally a RainWing would take out a flask to drink some well needed, crisp water.\n\nAnd now, visible to the IceWings, Queen Azalea and her two Royal Guards stood before the grand, towering gates to the IceWing palace. It was, in a word, beautiful and the prime example of elegance. Much did not suffice the IceWing Kingdom's beauty, sharp, angular spires and the delicate lining of silver embedded in the ice, tilting her head curiously as even under the warmth of her palms, the palace before her didn't seem to melt, it staying crystallised and regal.\n\nIn the end, she did not envy IceWing architecture. While appreciating the small details and crevices, it didn't compare to the natural serenity of tangling vines and busy birds announcing their accomplishments to the words to anyone within earshot, disregarding whether anyone cared or no. The humidity and heat was always a comfort, as well, cool winds creating a simple yet vital balance. It seemed in the IceWing Kingdom, the wind only hissed at you, biting at your scales whilst snow numbed talons.\n\nThankfully, they had been given heavy furred cloaks by some servants, the gift as elegant as the palace they were about to enter with intricate snowflake and diamond patterns sewn along the ends. She lifted her chin as two IceWing Royal Guards opened the gates, leading she and her guards inside. Her expression was composed, allowing a faint curiosity in her eyes and a soft, generous smile.\n\nHer image as a reckless Queen was not easily forgotten, but that didn't mean she wasn't regal. What was a queen without a regal poise, after all? \n\nBeing told to wait by a servant who nimbly scurried away, sought the General, telling her about her awaiting visitor. Queen Azalea's eyes crept up the walls, the guards beside her more aware of the surroundings before, having stoic expressions as they evaluated potential threats with sharp eyes. It was rare the group visited the IceWing kingdom, hence the sharpened features. Queen Azalea brushed their wings, a sign they shouldn't be so worried- to loosen up a bit.\n\nHer eyes went bright when she saw the IceWing, smiling. \"General Snowflake! Thank you for the invitation, I must say, the palace is beautiful, I'm afraid I've forgotten the details over time.\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm spent her day preparing for Queen Azalea's arrival pouring over maps and charts, formulating what she was going to say when she finally arrived. Of course, when she first sent the message about her idea, she had expected the Rainwing Queen to send someone else, instead, she got word that Azalea herself was coming, it was a surprise, to say the least.*\n\n*She made sure to shore up some additional support for the unexpectedly royal visit, especially obtaining some suitably regal clothing for her, going from the rainforest to the tundra likely wasn't an easy trip. A memory of her first time going to the rainforest came to her unbidden, she felt like she was going to melt after just a few hours...*\n\n*Eventually, a servant pushed their way into the room,* \"Your, visitor, has arrived General, she is waiting in the vestibule.\"\n\n\"Good, ensure preparations are done in the kitchen, the trip likely left them hungry,\" *She nodded as she stepped past the dragon, who similarly scurried off to check on the rest of the preparations. As she walked the halls towards where she'd meet Queen Azalea, her gaze traced around the decorations, she remembered when she was young, and felt giddy just looking at the walls, how mundane they felt, sixty years later.*\n\n*It didn't take long after the servant asked Azalea to wait for Snowstorm to arrive, dressed in what seemed like largely ceremonial armor, designed for aesthetics above all else, when she was addressed, the Icewing bowed her head, and Azalea could see the General's slight frown deepen for just a moment before fading back into her usual look,* \"Snowstorm, Queen Azalea. I should be thanking you for taking enough stock in my plan to come personally. I'm glad it is to your taste, I'm sure our artisans will be happy to know they have your appreciation,\" *Her correction of her name was quickly followed by what else she said, firmly stating, but not dwelling on it for more than the briefest of seconds.*"
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "Queen Azalea, upon reading the note was inteuged, for the quarrels of the SandWing and IceWing kingdom was a match worth avoiding, though felt inevitable, especially with the disappearence of the IceWIng Queen. She herself tended to be more cautious with the various missing royalties or deaths, which only made her wonder how many citizens of lesser importance have disappeared without a trace. That was why she hadn't trusted a general or other higher ranked RainWing to fill in her position. Whilst dangerous, with her being the Queen in a potential enemies territory, it was best to seek the information first hand.\n\nShe nodded to the servant, her personal guards readjusting their posture as the General walked in, the ceremonial armour seeming to reflect various light sources every so often as she walked toward the trio. She lifted her chin slightly as Snowstorm bowed, acknowleding the frown somewhat coldly. \n\n\"Why, of course! I doubt these two would know what to say if not for me,\" She laughed casually, one of her guards glancing at the Queen with a hint of playfulness in their eyes before turning away. \"I do appreciate the oppurtunity to be here, Gerneral Snowstorm. Shall we move somewhere more private to discuss?\" She asked, being quite straightforward- figuring Snowstorm wouldn't want to dawdle on small things."
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She could notice a softening of Snowstorm's features as she joked with her Royal Guards, probably the closest thing to a smile she was like to give,* \"Of course, I have a room set up already,\" *The General said, motioning towards the doorway further in,* \"I also have taken the liberty to procure food which I hope is to your liking, I admit a good portion is imported from your kingdom, but not many kinds of fruit grow in our climate, save for some kinds of berries. The servants should be by with it before too long.\"\n\n*As they walked, Queen Azalea could no doubt tell that the recent rash of disappearances were weighting on the General as well, possibly to be expected after Queen Curlew was one such vanishing. She walked with alertness and caution, her head turning to investigate even the shadows passing by.*\n\n*She didn't seem like much for starting a conversation, but, at least didn't seem against responding to them, there was still a little bit of time before they reached the prepared room.*\n\n*Inside said room, it was decorated slightly more modestly than the extravagant halls, though the walls were still intricately detailed. It was likely not designed to house nobles or royals, instead, the table in the center, adorned with a map with marks all across it, and the more utilitarian seating, marked it more as a meeting room of soldiers. At least, save for the carpeting and the more than likely hurriedly moved seating from one of the other meeting rooms, considering it was a little too tall for the table, and it's slightly crooked placement.*"
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "She nodded, walking with her. \"Thank you~ it has been quite the flight and lizards don't do much for you,\" She chuckled, frills changing a rosy red to show her appreciation, her wing membranes following suite. Her scales stayed the same blue however- an effect of 'training' her scales to keep their colour- to keep a regal guise whilst also allowing small amounts of colour to seep through, so she wasn't autrisised from her tribe. There was a whole science to presenting, and Azalea had mastered it- even if her audacious manner did slip through from time to time. She merely shrugged when the general mentioned the fruits being exported from the Rainforest. \"Atleast I'll know they're good,\" She joked informally.\n\nShe wanted to put the General at ease- her stiff, cautious posture clearly influenced from sometime in the past- the disappearence of the Queen, perhaps, and she hoped to be a comfort, walking comfortably with an unsaid confidence beside her.\n\nDuring the comfortable silence, she took the time to admire the IceWing palace. Its beauty never ceased to amaze her, even with the excessive use of whites and blues.\n\nBefore entering the room, she flicked her tail, causing both guards to stop. Looking behind her, she merely smiled. \"Please, atleast make yourselves presentable,\" She scoffed, rolling her eyes to the mostly silent guards, their scales turning yellow in amusement before one scolded the other- all in great fun. Azalea tsked, turning back to the room, smiling faintly. \"Those guards, what are am I going to do with them?\" She asked rhetorically, shaking her head- thinking of their somewhat strange stoic nature when presented with strange variables.\n\nShe noticed the slightly crooked placement, but made no mention of it, privately enjoying the beauty of the unorderly. Quietly, she made her way to a seat, gazing down at the map that seemed to reach all four corners of the table, considering the difference between the NightWing meeting room and IceWings.\n\n\"Snowstorm,\" She started informally, \"Your letter provided detail on SandWing affairs- do you care to explain further?\" She asked, tiling her head to the side, her frills expanding as she recalled the letter in her mind."
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Truthfully, Snowstorm appreciated the levity, even if she couldn't show it. Even with her usual demeanor, recent events have only served to harden her heart even further. Having someone even trying to ease her mind felt like a rarity. Having the confident Rainwing Queen walking with her head held high was, more comforting than the General was able to admit. Not to mention the one thing she appreciated was the fact that one could usually tell how Rainwings were feeling, being able to tell when you offend someone culturally was rather invaluable in her position.*\n\n*Queen Azalea joking with her guards brought a short chuckle from her, as well as a memory of her original unit, good times they were... The slightly out of place seat did seem like it was brought in from another room specifically for her, since it was placed so she would be able to see the whole of the map.*\n\n*Snowstorm took her place across the table, and began,* \"As you no doubt know, tensions are somewhat high between the Ice Kingdom and Sand Kingdom. Which, is causing no small disruption to trade between our two Kingdoms, either from restrictions by the Sandwings, or from needing to go through Skywing Territory, incurring their taxes. The land transport needed for large scale trade is practically a cornerstone of our relations.\"\n\n*As she spoke, she traced some of the lines drawn onto the map,* \"I had the thought to attempt a project, rather large-scale, and one that would be near impossible to do alone. With the King as, busy, as he is, I thought to bring this to your attention first. I believe it's possible, to create a trade route, starting at Phyrria's neck, that traces above the Sandwing border, and then between Sand and Sky until it meets the Claws of the Clouds, where we would be able to cut a path through the mountains, placing the end of the path quite near the western edge of the Rainforest.\""
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "She nodded, taking in the information with a bright blue whilst in thought, considering the aforementioned pros and cons. She thought about the RainWing-SandWing tunnel, to supply the RainWings with less flight- yet it was in the practically in the heart of SandWing territory, extremely close to the SandWing Stronghold which would raise suspicions substantially- besides, it wasn't the most favourable for other tribes to inquire about- even if it was somewhat known knowledge. Another benefit to the trade route is if the IceWings pleased, they could adapt the trade route to one of the eastern kingdoms, for example for the MudWings.\n\n\"Well thought out,\" She mused, curling her tail around her back ankle, watching as Snowstorm drew lines on the map. \"And the only problem is the SandWings,\" She said, tapping the neck of the dragon, in thought of solutions the rainforest as well as phychological knowledge that could influence a solution for the problem.\n\n\"You could.. Scare them. Fear is a powerful emotion, and proof for the fear only concentrates it.\" She met Snowstorm's eyes before continuing, \"I think there used to be monkeys that screamed like dragons, though I'm unsure whether those are just old legends- anyways, if you can find a way to scare SandWings out the territory without it being known that IceWings are behind it, hopefully it will deter them. Be mindful not to be seen, though. As once an IceWing is spotted, they will realise it's not a strange force of nature and war, though inevitable, will be sooner than hoped.\"\n\nHer knowledge of war came from her military general- who seemed to drone on about papers and tribe realtions- and despite knowing the general infront of her carried knowledge, it was best to warn her anyway to prevent any... Undesireable results. She glanced at the door as a servant brang in foods- mostly fruit, with the occasional seal which she carefully avoided, picking up some frozen raspberries and crunching on the cold ice that surrounded it, wrinkling her snout slightly but nethertheless enjoying it."
}
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241.5 | 2023-10-05 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"Yes, one the of biggest problems is that if they see Icewings working on a project they otherwise don't know about, it will bring fear and worry, which will turn to harassment and attacks, which beget retaliation, and then we start to slide towards war, something that I cannot allow to happen. One other goal for this is to eventually connect all seven tribes, even if it comes long after I pass.\"\n\n\"Of course, if I tell any other Icewing that I hope that this trade route would eventually connect to the Sandwings, I would likely be brushed off as mad,\" *She scoffed for a moment, before turning back to the map and looking up to meet Queen Azalea's gaze,* \"With any luck, we won't need to resort to that, and we will be able to use neutral contractors, Seawings may be able to work along the river, Skywings would have free reign to connect the river path to the mountain, and perhaps even connect with Sanctuary, Mudwings and Rainwings would be able to finish the rest. It's only the area where the Ice Kingdom and Sand Kingdoms meet, just before where the river route can possibly begin, that proves a sticking point.\"\n\n\"It's an expensive idea, but, everyone working on a project of peace, it may bring about an easing of tension, at least, I hope.\"\n\n*It was then that the servants cam in with food, the seals were, of course, primarily for Snowstorm herself, but, there were a few more, exotic, fruits on the trays, particularly an amber colored berry, that looked quite close to raspberries. Cloudberries, a fruit that only grew in the cold, trying it would reveal a rather complex flavor, much different from the sweetness of tropical fruit with a somewhat bitter hint to it. Some were served in the, traditional, Icewing manner, frozen, but others were mostly untouched, seemingly just to give the Rainwings a chance to try them.*"
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "She nodded, taking note of how future-orientated she was, and it was clear why she held the position of General. She laughed, not in jest of her idea, rather the ignorance of her own- Snowstorm having more hope in the future of the IceWings and SandWings than she did herself. \n\n\"You have quite the mind,\" She commented, finding the taste of 'raspberry' different from the ones found in the rainforest- or even from the outskirts. \"Unfortunately, I cannot provide the best of services considering your border. However I can offer aid for expenses. I'm sure once it takes off, it will profit greatly- not just in currency.\" She considered some thoughts. \"Would you need some vines for ropes? It'd be my honour to service your idea.\" She didn't mention the tension between the MudWings and SkyWings- with a tired king such as Corvodon and the SkyWings' threatening fire, she was willing to try and ease the tension, even if it didn't alleviate the threat of LeafWings as much as she would've liked. \n\nShe took note of the tribes mentioned, realising NightWings weren't mentioned. \"Will there be the same aid for NightWings?\" She asked, flicking her tail. Despite the two tribes history, they had come out with stronger relations in the end, and it was vital to know whether the IceWings would be supporting one of her greatest allies or not. She knew some IceWings could be abit routy when it came to NightWings, though expected General Snowstorm to be different, espeically with her desire for peace. The colour of her scales provided no insight of how she felt on the matter, expecting the General to have a collected response.\n\nIn fact, it could also be easier just to fly- or ship, considering the sale of numerous boats that she felt many SeaWings scoffed at- straight across to the NightWing Kingdom, providing a scorching trip for the IceWings involved. She could help with that too, but she would add a price. Her generosity stops when she fears she cannot provide the expenses for her own dragons."
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm raised an eye-ridge at the the laughing, but quickly realized it wasn't directed at her ideas, with a nod, she said,* \"The plans are still in the preliminary stages, so it will still be a few months before the idea can come to fruition, but, with your approval, King Hyperborean is sure to at least entertain the concept, even if he doesn't throw his full weight behind it.\"\n\n*She blinked for a second at the mention of the Nightwings, briefly confused, before realizing,* \"Yes, of course, the problem with that at the current moment, is that their primary home is in the Talons, a land route would require cutting directly through the Sand Kingdom, an idea that is, unfortunately, untennable at this moment. Instead, I have three options for connections to the Night Kingdom, the first is simply to wait, and allow tensions to settle, that will take a long time however. Secondly, is a Sea route, but chartering so many vessels, would be expensive for both production and upkeep, along with fears of piracy, but it would allow for even higher quantities of goods to be transported... And the third, is the precise reason I wanted to bring this to your attention specifically.\"\n\n*After a moment, she continued,* \"My proposal is, once the route is complete enough, you, could potentially see about discussing extending the path with the Sandwings, taking it through the desert, and to the Night Kingdom,\" *Placing her talon down on the center of the map, she finished,* \"I believe, with all of my heart, that between the Ice and the Rain, we will be able to connect all of Pyrrhia, so that one day, ALL, may live in peace, and no one has to live under the fear of war and strife.\"\n\n*Snowstorm could feel her heart beating in her chest, practically hear it in her head, this was the closest to pouring her heart out that she had ever gotten, a goal she had held for so many years, after learning about how close the world came to her goal so many centuries ago.*"
},
{
"author": "nightspark43",
"message": "|| All good, just whenever you're good to continue"
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "Her frills flared slightly as she listened. \"I could discuss with Queen Abyss about trade routes, though I cannot guarrentee her approval. If trade routes aren't established between the Ice and NightWing kingdom through the desert, I could organise RainWings to deliver NightWing imports, if so desired.\"\n\nShe thought about writing to Nyx about the preparations, making a mental note of it, continuing to listen to the Snowstorm.\n\nShe found the General's ideas to be ironic compared to her role. Most generals seemed to have a bloodlust, going forward into battle with a smile- it being a thrill for them, but Snowstorm didn't seem like that, and it made Azalea appreciate her company. Snowstorm was passionate about her beliefs- that was sure, and it seemed she would fight to obtain the forseeable goal. \n\n\"My friend, you have quite the spirit. I wouldn't be surprised if you had the Rainforest figured out like the back of your talons,\" She giggled, taking another fruit from the platter, eating it gratefully. \"I will back the project as much as I can.\" She promised before continuing, \"Just make sure your King approves of your plan- I don't want his... Highness to make a fuss over my Kingdom,\" She laughed nonchalantly"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*The General nodded,* \"Thank you, Queen Azalea, for believing in me,\" *She said, the sight of a smile breaking through,* \"With everything happening across Pyrrhia, it is becoming a time of uncertainty, and there are times where I stop believing in myself, but as one of the Generals of the Ice Kingdom, my duty is to ensure peace and prosperity stays with us, and it is only through working together, that the future I seek to attain is possible.\"\n\n\"But, I am sure you are rather sick of me preaching, if there is anything, that you need help with that I may be able to help with, please do not hesitate to ask. And do not worry, I plan to bring this to his attention soon, once I have it a little more complete,\" *She commented, finally reaching for something from the tray herself, she knew Rainwings found eating certain things distasteful, so she grabbed one of the frozen cloudberries herself, she was, rather fond of them, for more than just eating.*"
},
{
"author": "nightspark43",
"message": "|| Bit of a shorter one, I just stepped in from work, and have a few things to do."
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "She smiled, glad the General could find confidence in her belief, hoping she could achieve it.\n\n\"I would to inquire your alliences, specifically the one connecting the SkyWing Kingdom.\" She said, readjusting her stature. She remembered how simply tired her ally, the King of the MudWings was, telling her about the caution he must take around them. She did want to support the IceWings, but if new alliences threatened the ones she already had, she was afraid she couldn't profit Snowstorm's idea as much as she would've hoped."
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{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"Admittedly, it's not well, some see them holding festivals with the Sandwings as a kind of offense, how they celebrate with our 'enemies', I do not know how things will shape from here, but, it is hard to say if it will remain positive.\"\n\n\"I somewhat suspect that someone of importance will come clamoring for us to cut ties completely until things calm, it is impossible to say however.\"\n\n*She imagined that the question was directed due to the conflict between the Skywings and Mudwings, she didn't know the full story though, and didn't want to presume,* \"You are allies with the Mudwings, if I recall, I, do not know much about the conflict between the Skywings and Mudwings, the tension with the Sandwings has drawn most of our attention. How are things there?\""
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "\"That's unfortunate. Hopefully your trade routes will make the SkyWings reconsider.\" She said, doubting her words. SkyWings were known to be a stubborn tribe and with good reason.\n\n\"The SkyWings are taking an interest in King Cordovan's territory,\" She said, recalling their latest meeting, breifly wondering whether he and Queen Nyx had met up yet. \"The poor thing hasn't been the same since his son passed.\" She shook her head, frills drooping, greying in empathy for her ally. \"I haven't talked to the SkyWings, though I think he's mentioned sightings along the border.\"\n\n\"He's coping,\" She reassured quickly, yet couldn't help the green fill her frills, obviously concerned for him.\n\n\"If the Sky and SandWings become close, I fear the accesible weapons- venom can only do so much for dragonflame cacti- and if it breaks into a wild fire,\" She didn't finish her sentence, shaking her head. The Rainforest held alot of moisture, so it wasn't the greatest threat, yet the explosions were still costly and lives were at the expense."
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"As, much as it pains me to say, I, worry, about how the King will act about this, if conflict comes from both sides toward us, our entire land border will be taken up by hostiles, and, though our frostbreath has a better chance of extinguishing the flames of the dragonflame cactus, the detonation alone would be, devastating.\"\n\n*She didn't know exactly what colors meant which, but Queen Azalea's concern for her friend and ally was plain to see,* \"Next time you see him, would you pass on a message of condolences from me? I know it is presumptuous for me to ask that of a Queen, of another tribe or not, but, I doubt he would get much the same from King Hyperborean,\" *Snowstorm's face fell slightly, the worry about her King's actions overwhelming her.*\n\n\"Still, if we can manage this, maybe we can prevent it, to stop the fighting before it can begin.\""
},
{
"author": "nightspark43",
"message": "|| Did you want to continue this, or do you think this is a good stopping point?"
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "She sighed at her situation. \"I wish I could be of more help, especially since the SkyWings do border us... In some sense anyway.\" An idea popped into her mind, relaying it excitedly, \"If your allience with the SkyWings is broken, I can always supply medical eqiupment-\" RainWings didn't have the best medical supplies, atleast when compared to the NightWings, but a cool salve was sure to do more good than bad- and don't worry about trade routes,\" She said before Snowstorm could say a word."
},
{
"author": "Queen Azaleaaa",
"message": "\"We will use our strengths to our advantage,\" She said, spreading her wings and camoflauging to show her point, the only thing shown is the furred cloak, 'reappearing' moments later. Yet this time, her scales were red, a nice flare to the topic, she felt.\n\n\"Of course,\" She said, dipping her head slightly. She made no mention of how tired he was and the alliences he was going to make- that was his busisness, even if she did overshare a little earlier."
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*The General nodded,* \"A contingency plan, if things turn out poorly is never a bad thing, but I know for sure that I will be trying to talk to the Skywings. Only problem is that I will need the King's leave to do so, I doubt he will let me intentionally contact a Queen, I can at least explain away meeting you Queen Azalea.\"\n\n*She turns to look out a window for a moment,* \"No matter what happens, in the coming days, know that you have my faith. I do not think it will be long before King Hyperborean causes some kind of incident, intentional or not, he...\" *She stopped herself for a moment.*\n\n\"He is not a good dragon, he does as he pleases, and cares nothing for the consequences, I do not know the full extent, but I have heard what others say about him,\" *She lowered to a whisper, just enough for the Queen and her Guards to hear,* \"Once we part, keep yourself safe, I will be trying my best here, but I don't know if I alone am enough.\""
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "Her colours became muted as she learned of Snowstorm's circumstances, frills drooping. She was also quite surprised about her ill talk about the King, but made no effort to scold her, instead creasing her brows in concern for her wellbeing and kingdom- especially as she lowered her voice to a whisper. \"My friend,\" She began, holding eye contact as she reached for the General's talons. \"You alone can start for change. Whether or not the King listens, you can advocate for change for the better of the kingdom. Someone will listen- force them too. Just be careful under the kings eyes. Doubtless he'd have them everywhere.\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She knew she shouldn't say much about her King, but, beliefs on the nature of Kings aside, she could barely stand it,* \"I know it's not my place to say these things about my King, but, I have served many Queens and Kings, and after Queen Curlew,\" *She paused, noticing Queen Azalea's colors shifting, she, felt bad for causing such a reaction.*\n\n*She saw the Rainwing Queen reach out to her talon, she didn't resist or pull away, the differences in their body temperatures were, quickly apparent, the warmth, kind of felt nice, even though she knew her friend would get colder just for the contact. With a nod, she responded,* \"Yes, I have to be the change I wish to see, not just for the Icewings, or the Ice Kingdom, but for Pyrrhia itself. I cannot give up, on myself, on my people, nor on my King.\""
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{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "\"Do find rest away from the duties, though,\" She said, concern slipping through her voice. She was sure the general was able to take care of herself, though a reminder and reassurance went a long way, and perhaps if it came from a superior Snowstorm would take her more seriously. \"I believe you will find a way through. Your diligence only proves it.\" Her voice was strong, yet gentle.\n\nTaking back her talons back, she breifly sighed. \"I suppose this concludes my visit, yes? Unless there is anything else you would like to discuss?\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Hearing the Queen's concern sort of, snapped her back to reality, she had barely realized how long it had been since she last had a day to simply, relax, even when she did ostensibly take a day off, she still poured over documents and maps the entire time. She nodded, thankful for everything that had been talked about today. And when Queen Azalea pulled back and sighed, she let out a small breath of her own,* \"I cannot think of anything else. Perhaps soon, events will let us meet as friends, instead of just business. Are there any supplies you need before you leave? I know the trip is long.\""
},
{
"author": "Queen Azaleaaa",
"message": "Her frills flared happily at Snowstorm's comments. \"Of course! Though next time, do make a visit to the Rainforest- perhaps in the evening, when the sun won't melt your scales,\" She said, holding in a laugh. \"I could do with some of the fruits, I'm sure my guards are drooling for some food,\" She rolled her eyes playfully, standing up from her seat and moving toward the door."
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm smiled, genuinely, and motioned to the platter,* \"You are free to take whatever you wish to,\" *The tray still had a good amount of fruit, though all of the yellow cloudberries were gone, but there were still a good few of the larger, tropical fruits. As well as some of the meat, but, she doubted any of the three would actually want any of it,* \"Thank you for meeting with me, Queen Azalea, I hope your flight back is comfortable,\" *She bows as the Queen moves for the door, the General still had a few things to hash out with her map, so she wasn't quite done in the meeting room yet.*"
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{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "|~| Arctic Hare walked though the large garden, it was late afternoon & the sunlight reflected off the ice sculptures around him, his worsening eyesight meant he couldn't enjoy the sculptures as much as he wished to, a small, pale moonglobe shine brightly beside him, the sun hadn't set yet but the dimmer light level made his eyesight worse, on rare occasions he wished he were a SeaWing or NightWing so he'd be able to see at night but quickly brushed those thoughts away, he looked at one of the ice sculptures, it was of a small polar bear, every part of it seemed to made with extreme precision as though a single mistake would make it fall apart |~|"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "A burly Icewing trodded through the snow, tail swaying slowly from side to side. He was large, but due to being far younger than the other Icewing, he wasn't nearly as tall as him. He walked up from behind him, always keeping him on his right side. He side-eyed him, a grin playing upon his lips as he admired the sculpture, his head turning to get a better view.\n\"Gorgeous, isn't it?\"\nHe mused, his gaze drifting to his fellow Icewing to gauge his reaction."
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "|~| Arctic Hare mostly ignored the other IceWing who'd walked into the garden, only turning his head to face them when they spoke |~| \"Yes, it's a shame that I can't see them as well as I used to be able to\" |~| Arctic Hare said in a calm voice, turning his head to face the ice sculpture once again |~|"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"Another near-blind, I see? ... Pun intended. My left eye's rather... Well, out of commission, so to say. Despite this... I have a proposition for you. An offer you can't refuse, if you will.\"\nHe snorted softly out of amusement, small ice participles being dispelled from his nostrils."
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "|~| Hare raised a slightly questioning brow at the smaller IceWing but nodded slowly |~| \"Hm, sure, let me hear your *Offer*\" |~| Arctic Hare said, slight positioning the moonglobe to float in front of him |~|"
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{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "He chuckled, his deep voice resonating throughout the garden. \n\"You have influence upon the Royal Council. That influence can be very useful for someone in my position.. You help me, I help you. After all, not everyone has a clean record...\""
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "|~| Hare eyed the dragon, thinking about what he should say |~| \"Hm, what exactly do you mean by *Not everyone has a clean record*, are you implying something perhaps?\" |~| Hare said, giving the dragon a thorough examination with his eyes |~|"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"Mm. Maybe I am.. Either way, that Council is breathing down my neck every other day. If you convince them to back off, and.. Maybe a few other things.. I'll convince some dragons that you need me to.\"\nHe shrugged, stretching out and inspecting a bit of ice that was stuck in a jagged part of his claw."
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"Hmm, may I have the time to think about it?\" |~| Arctic Hare asked, his gaze slight less threatening than it had been mere moments ago |~|"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes and watching him critically. He suddenly grew stern.\n\"You may. If you don't speak of this to anyone. I'll know if you do.\"\nHe leaned close to him, his cold breath threatening to freeze the other's ear.\n\"You have two days to get back to me.\"\nHe snarled softly under his breath, before turning starting to walk off.\n\"Have a good day, Arctic Hare.\""
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "|~| Arctic Hare let out a soft snort before nodding |~| \"Very well, have a good day as well\""
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{
"author": "Evergreen",
"message": "Evergreen stepped into the gardens slightly hunched and looked around. His spikes were pressed down on his neck and he flicked his tail slightly. He was *Sure* He had been assigned somewhere in the castle. That's what the guard captain had said, right? \n\nHe flicked his tail again and sighed, starting for the entrance to the castle that came from the garden. He could've sworn the guard said ice garden entrance. He turned around and held his spear in the rigid position he had been trained to do. He never did this when he was stationed out on that iceberg. He never saw anybody all day so there was no point. \n\nHe was also quite small compared to the other IceWings around him that were his age, so he looked kind of silly. Either way, he stood at the entrance, watching the dragons in the gardens as they went about their business."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "One of those dragons was King Hyperborean, his size quite obvious amogst the other dragons. His other quite obiovus feature was the black tips on the top of his spikes and talons, as his gaze glanced over to the small-ish Ice'Wing. Or, as he saw, someone who wasn't supposed to be there. He did at first walk by, before conversing with a guard nearby, to escort some other dragons out of the place. He then turned his gaze directly at Evergreen, his tail spikes sweeping over the snow. He seemed to be rather in a calm, but angered state. As everyone was escorted out, even the guards, he then sat there, his head tilted to the side. He clearly was waiting for Evergreen to ask about *Something.* His spikes seemed to get blacker over time, as if there was some residual anger boiling under the cold scales."
},
{
"author": "Evergreen",
"message": "Evergreen cocked his head, swishing his tail around his back leg. He frowned slowly as the rest of the dragons left the courtyard, then his head slowly turned to look towards the one remaining dragon. His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught as he laid eyes on the King Hyperborean. Evergreen had never really *Seen* The king before, with exception to at speeches or things of that nature. \n\nHe fumbled over himself and the young hybrid lowered himself to the snow into a bow with his leaf-veined wings spread wide. \"Your majesty,\" He said slowly, not daring to look him in the eyes, especially with how unamused the king of the IceWings looked, staring directly at him."
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{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "The head butler of the Ice Palace swaggered through the ice sculpture garden- the night air was cold and crisp- just how he liked it, the stars dotted the sky in a brilliant display upon the deep, blue canvas of the cosmos and the three moons hung in the sky brilliantly like pears. At this time- the gardens were typically quiet- unpopulated... Not many of the nobles appreciated the novelty provided by the beautifully crafted structures like Calve did- and perhaps in truth, once you'd seen it twice or thrice- it might get droning for those that say they appreciate the craft rather than actually appreciate it.\n\nThe sculptures were of various forms, non-representational, abstract, realist... Some of the sculptures were his. Indeed, Calve enjoyed sculpting in his free-time, though he could never tell if his works were displayed because of his status- or if he was a *Good* Artist- something about that always troubled him, but he'd never tell another soul of his insecurity- especially within the walls of the great palace- rumors spread like a sheet of ice across the sapphire lake- to be honest in such a setting was self-sabotage- so even though he was technically off the job... He had to maintain the dignified demeanor of a servant above all else- though perhaps a snowflake of his soul wished he could be a little more- genuine."
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "A rather... Let's say 'renowned' Icewing was doing quite the same. He'd paused to stop and stare at one of Calve's own sculptures, though he didn't know that it was his just yet. He held a small penguin close to his chest as he sat down in the snow, his tail tip flicking slightly beside him. He tilted his head so that his good eye would be able to see the sculpture better, an ear twitching to get a stray bit of snow off of it. His forked tongue flicked out of his mouth not unlike a snake's. \n\nHe heard the other Icewing coming, and looked over to him. He recognized him from when they crossed paths before, but they never actually managed to speak to each other. His meetings with the King had always been very private. \n\"Ah. Hello... It seems you're a connoisseur of ice yourself, mm? I've seen you here before. And around the palace, of course... You're the Head Butler, correct?\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve wasn't expecting company to say the least- seeming to jolt in the direction of the sound of Amurs voice. He looked over quickly to see a familiar figure- well- familiar as in a professional setting- but even still, the icewing never ceased to set off alarm bells in the butler's mind- he knew better than most how... Potentially brutal some of Amur's hits could be- and worse than that- at the drop of a scale- it made him nervous just being in the same room as the dragon- let alone being in the same room *Alone* With him. Regardless of how he felt, he put on his best award-winning smile, and carefully stepped forward to be - somewhat beside Amur - though at a respectable distance that denoted either respect or hinted at the fact he was afraid despite his body-language and expression saying otherwise. \n\n\"Indeed, to both questions~. Though, to be frank- I'm surprised you remember me... Though that's not to speak poorly on your ability to recall of course- simply that we've yet to have the opportunity to speak to each other outside of my signature 'yes sir'.\" He softly chuckled- silently walking on eggshells and hoping not to offend the leader of the Ice Kingdom's biggest sect of organized crime. \n\n\"I find time to visit this place from time to time- it's therapeutic - really.\" The butler finally turned his head to take in the sight of his own sculpture- ears swiveling backwards for a split-second - but perking back up with a sense of cautious excitement- he had never actually been around to see the visitors who visited during the day to see anyone look at his work- so he was both afraid- but also ready to hear the thoughts and criticisms of another dragon.\n\nThe sculpture itself depicted the form of an Icewing reaching up and cradling the word in it's right palm. The expression of the ice dragon was stoic- but also somewhat sorrowful, or devoid of hope. It was a pretentious piece to say the least- but perfectly in-line with Calve's worldview. \"S-so... What do you think of this one... If you don't mind me asking, of course.\" There was a soft gleam in his eye that betrayed his professional tone and bodylanguage that remained as rigid as the sculpture before them."
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"Well, I'm flattered that you remembered me. I know I come to the palace relatively often for someone who isn't royalty, but I do try to stay mostly out of others' ways. It's usually best if most dragons don't see me around there, considering my reputation.\"\nHe shrugged, giving his pet penguin some little head pats before petting it gently, being careful of his jagged claws.\n\n\"... So do I.\"\nHis head tilted in intrigue, watching him with his one good eye. He took in his question, before looking back to the sculpture in order to think about it.\n\"... I think that I've heard of a story just like this before. An Icewing being forced to hold up the world, I believe it was? Was that the inspiration for it? If so, you captured the story perfectly. It's exactly how I imagined that dragon. If not... Then perhaps it was fate. You being the Head Butler, I wouldn't be surprised if you felt that you had to hold up the entire world by yourself as well. After all, it's a rather tedious job. I used to do something very similar, so I understand the feeling.\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve was quick to proclaim- \"I remember each and every one of our esteemed guests~ So long as they are esteemed of course- I can't quite recall the faces of tourists.\" He let out a playfully snort - listening to Amur talk about his reputation was- interesting, it was almost like it might've been- regrettable. The butler was perhaps a bit too nervous to comment on such a topic- feeling he couldn't give a satisfying answer, and certainly not wanting to get on his bad side- nobles were easy to deal with, petty- snobby- and two-faced, but they were predictable- the same Calve couldn't really tell to be true or false for Amur. \n\nHe couldn't help but have a faint blue streak run across his face at the compliment regarding his work- and seeming to note he was the one that made it as well. It perhaps wasn't the wisest to stroke Calve's ego- but it did bring a smile to his face. \"I'm truly flattered you took notice... Of, well- everything-\" He chortled awkwardly. \"You'd be surprised how references to stories are lost on my typical clientele- you'd figured they'd be well-read in their comfortable positions- but... Ah- though I suppose it's not really my place to say that.\" He bowed his head in apology and respect- listening to Amur's words closely.\n\n\"Yes... Actually- it can be taxing sometimes... Though, that's not to say I don't adore my profession- of course! I'm honored to work for King Hyperborean. His majesty is truly exceptional- what the nobility lack, he makes up for tenfold, truly the master of this estate.\" His voice was an eerie combination of professionalism, and a subtle enthusiasm- like he believed what he was saying wholeheartedly- but at the same time, it felt almost like a pre-programmed - if not robotic response. \"While it is difficult, there's nowhere else I'd rather be... It is- my purpose...\" His ears flicked up at the mention of Amur's experience in the same industry. \"Oh? I'm surprised a dragon as powerful as yourself ever had the need to work as I do- Seems you could move a mountain with your talons alone...\" He smiled warmly and bowed his head once more as if confirming the sentiment was genuine."
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"Who can? Tourists are the most obnoxious of us all, yet they fade into crowds of themselves so well.\" He wrinkled his nose is amusement. \n\"Ah, I don't think I'd be surprised at all. Being well-read is something for those *Not* In comfortable positions, from what I've experienced. Those in comfortable positions have parties, and events, and dragons to go talk to, and shopping to do, and all this. They have such lives filled to the brim with their whimsies, that they needn't take a break from their world. Their world is already a break for them. Those who must do the tedious work for them, however... They need an escape. Such as myths, stories, scrolls and books... Songs to sing around a fire. Oh, and don't worry too much. You're off the clock, and it's only us around. It seems we share many sentiments after all.\"\n\n\"Of course. The best work is the most taxing. It may not seem like it, but my line of work is rather taxing as well. There's so many moving pieces, it's almost like running a kingdom within a kingdom. It's exhausting, frankly. Having to keep track of who's betrayed who and who's allies with who and blah blah blah. I enjoy my work, but I can't say that I don't look forward to leaving it behind one day, far off in the future of course.\"\nHis penguin slipped out of his grasp and started running away, only to be stopped by its leash. He tugged it back into the safety of his arms without a glance over to it.\n\"Ah, well... Those who've never moved a single snowflake can't even think to move a snowbank, let alone a mountain. It took me many years to work up to where I am today.\"\n\nHe thought for a bit, considering something.\n\"Mm. You do commission work, yes?\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "The butler had a good laugh at Amur's comments regarding everything from the tourists to the nobles- seemed despite having status and the power to put a dragon in an ice block at the wave of his talons- he was almost terrifyingly down to earth. It almost felt wrong- and he was sure to continue to be careful explicitly offending him- but he figured he could test the waters and if they were too warm- well- he'd have to hope it didn't mean a quick loss of life, though he figured Hyperborean would at *Least* Be perturbed by losing the head butler. \n\nWith a new confidence in mind, he nodded at Amur when he mentioned Calve being off the clock. \"Your words ring true- I wonder if nobility has always been so... Detached from the world around them?\" As Amur spoke- it almost seemed like their careers could be compared to an extent. \"I... Had no idea you'd feel that way about your work. Rarely do powerful dragons in the palace regret *Anything*- but it almost seems like in having it all, you've lost what freedom you might've had before.\" He blinked and manually shrugged off his caution for the sake of getting to know Amur a little more. \"Maybe... That's why *You* Were drawn to my sculpture? If I feel burdened - I can't imagine how it feels to run an entire organization. I hope... I hope one day you can find that peace you're after. From one overworked and exhausted icewing to another.\"\n\nCalve seemed to go from afraid- to intrigued by Amur- and the proposition of commission work was flattering beyond belief- \"W-well, no... I mean- I've never done it before. I mostly sculpt for myself really- but I would be happy to do something for you!\" He smiled from ear to ear - he seemed less prim and proper and more relaxed to say the least- though with the excitement of new opportunities came the dread of somehow messing up - especially when it came to a big shot like Amur. \"I could get started... Moons... Tomorrow? Oh and if you'd like you're welcome to watch my process!\""
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "They rlly went \"Omg u like sculptures?\"\n\"Yes omg\"\n\"Let's be besties\" HAHSHHD\n\nI'll respond to this tomorrow :3"
},
{
"author": "theoneandonlylucid",
"message": "Art really brings dragons together 🥹 - canon for one of the reasons Ametrine still does art now- even though his parents kinda forced him into it ."
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "Damn, at least he still vibes with it HDVHDHD"
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{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "\"I'll respond to this tomorrow\", Bow says, having forgotten that today he had a 12 hour shift at school 💀💀"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"Perhaps. Maybe at the start, directly after The Scorching... Mm.\"\nHe rolled his shoulders, reminding himself of how sore he was when he'd woken up. He really needed to get his lodgings fixed, but could never find the time. Oops.\n\"Hm... Maybe so. I wasn't expecting to have my brain picked today, if I did, I would have organized it better before coming.\"\nHe snorted in amusement at his own joke.\n\"I hope so as well... Thank you. At least I'll know that if I'm ready to retire, I have to drag you down into it with me so that you finally get a break too.\"\nIt was... Unclear as to whether he was joking or not then.\n\n\"Well, I've got an idea. A commission for a commission. We make each other a sculpture. I have a rather large room that I do mine in, but if you have an option that would work better, I'm all ears. I think it would be nice if we could sit in the same room and do them together. Usually, I just do it by myself, but it's hard to get feedback when the other sculptors I know are so far away.\"\nHe shrugged, picking a bit of ice out from his penguin's head, as if he was... Bashful? Was that even an emotion he could feel? Even he wasn't sure."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "\"Apologies if the brain picking wasn't to your satisfaction- perhaps a brain poking next time will do?~\" He giggled at the horrendously corny joke he made- seeming way too pleased with himself - though seemed to quickly serious up as Amur continued- nodding in respect- though not as an inherent formality this time- but out of genuine respect- a faint blue streak of color running across his face when Amur mentioned involving him in some way- he felt compelled to comment, but simply decided- it was probably most certainly a joke. . . Right? While Calve was certainly the type of dragon to flaunt is ego, especially about his self-proclaimed beauty- to many and himself, his scales were flawless, beautifully shades of glacier blue - sun kissed with hints of gold and violet- but even still, the thought of leaving his post and being spoiled made him feel a tinge of cold guilt for those that worked tirelessly within the palace- he knew they'd be lost without him, and his clever, cold sarcasm to keep them company... He scoffed at his own thought playfully before continuing. \n\n\"That sounds like... An amazing opportunity. I've never carved with someone else before- I usually relegate myself to my quarters. Plus, I'd love to see how you sculpt- talons typically tell a story beyond the piece. You can get into the headspace of an artist based on how they cut the ice- though I suppose I'm just rambling-\" He chuckled nervously and nodded to confirm. \"I'd be happy to share advice with you- We'll have to make a day - or rather several out of it.\" He smiled, seemingly excited to participate in such an opportunity- finding Amur's bashful demeanor to be charming, earning a soft- lighthearted chuckle from Calve.\n\nHe quickly cleared his throat as to not embarrass himself- though it was interesting getting to know the head of organized crime- he had- so many assumptions about him- and yes, perhaps some were true, but despite his deeds - he was a breath of fresh, freezing air- nobility bickered and backstabbed all the time- but Amur felt down-to-earth, present in his work, and not just filing his talons on the silver he owned. \n\n\"I'm free a week from today- I wish I had more time off, but - I should have a good three days where Penguin- er- not your penguin of course- but my coworker and friend - takes over for a while. So- see you then?\""
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{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"Ah, perhaps. We'll have to try it next time and see which works better.\"\nHe gave a very soft chuckle, shaking his head.\n\n\"Well, some ramblings are good ramblings. I'd love to hear your advice- after all, despite having done this all my life, I'm... Still not very good at it. I suppose that's why I went for the business route rather than the artistic one for my career.\" He mused, tilting his head as he thought about that for a few more seconds.\n\n\"In that case, so am I. I'll see you then. I'll make sure that *My* Penguin stays clear of us then. Oh, and Snowdrift. And Snowdrift... And the other Snowdrift. Oh, and the third and fourth Penguins as well. And all ten Caribou, too. Maybe I should have become an accountant instead...\"\nHe sighed, shaking his head.\n\"But, uh, yes. I look forward to it.\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "\"Brilliant, than it's a date?-\" His face turned a bright blue- \"I mean, it's going to fall on a date-\" He cupped his face in his one of his talons, averting his eyes from Amur's is a disgustingly shy manner that wasn't befitting of the typical head butler of the ice palace. \"I'd love to give you that advice - oh and please don't judge yourself too harshly now, artists are their worst critics- I'm sure your pieces are gorgeous- even if you might have some skills to refine, I promise I'm a good teacher- the best even.~\" \n\nCalve laughed at Amur's mention of a rather homogenous set of names - the Ice Kingdom certainly had a knack for the top five names in the kingdom to be extreme outliers among the population compared to the rest of the name pool. \"Sounds like I'll be getting and giving a private lesson then. Though you're free to bring one of those little cuties along with you- I'm sure they won't get into *Too* Much trouble.\" He chortled gesturing to Amur's penguin - unlike a good portion of the icewing population - Calve found penguins too adorable to eat- unfortunately, he did not hold the same opinion of *Scavengers*. \"You'd make a fine accountant- ice spirit knows we need a *New* One that doesn't secretly dig his talons into the treasury.\" A resentful streak ran across Calve's face- but quickly dissipated. \n\n\"I'll see you then, Amur Leopard~ It was... Nice getting to know the real you- instead of simply the broad societal perceptions of you.\" Calve smiled warmly, before practically prancing away with a new sense of excitement in his step at the coming 'date' as he put it."
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "\"Doesn't secretly dig his talons into the treasury\""
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{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He was rather a bit smug at the moment, he had finally executed the plan he had since he managed to snatch the throne for himself. As he walked past the moon globe tree, his spikes were almost stained completely black, reflecting next to nothing, besides the residing sparkles that spikes always gave. His scales glimmered, his eyes just the same. He then sat down near the tree, watching it as the sky darkened bit by bit, as the sun set. He curled his tail close to him, allowing himself to relax for once. He hadn't properly let himself relax in a long time, but now that this plan was finally unfurling with almost no complications, he couldn't help but smile at it. A smug grin was smacked on his face, but he hid it whenever he heard any talons near him. Although he was relaxing, his ears were perked, and the spikes on his neck were puffed out slightly. He could hear the faint talons of servants and guards rustling about in the halls nearby, but none came out to the tree, to him. He, for once, was left alone, without request."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Lil short but- yeaah"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "Queen Nyx had gotten the declaration of the Icewing king's plans. When she received word she merely squinted her eyes in thought. She knew this was possibly what could happen, yet she doubted he would be so bold as to enact this. She merely thought it was an opinion he held. Either way she stood up from her throne and immediately headed towards the Ice Kingdom after telling her council she would be gone. She didn't allow herself to be escorted either and flew out with only a spear. Her wings guided her swiftly and even as the cold wind blew into her face she didn't show signs of it bothering her. In fact, the cold seemed to not affect her nearly as much as she expected. She itched the base of her neck where she had embedded her ruby she had been gifted and straightened her crown as she made her presence known to the posted guards. She landed and let herself be led, barely speaking other than to say she was here to speak with the King."
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{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "Although she was peacefully being led to Hyperborean, it was quite a shock to the palace staff. Word spread very quickly that Queen Nyx had arrived at the castle, which caused far more chaos in the halls near Hyperborean. He noticed the uptick in activity, wondering what could have caused it. He stood up to start walking towards one of the halls, before a servant ran out to him, stopping him. \n\n*\"Sir! Queen Nyx is on her way here! Please stay here!\"* \n\nHe paused in his tracks, snapping his gaze at the servant that stopped him. With his ears flattened, he flicked his hand to dismiss them. That was... Unexpected. He was more so expecting an invitation to her palace, or just a few angry letters. Not her appearing at *His* Palace. In his kingdom. Perhaps the only Night'Wing he would ever allow to stay on his lands longer than a few days. He then walked to the moon globe tree, staring into one of the globes, before preparing for Nyx to arrive. He sat down on the small layer of snow, his tail curled around him and his wings tucked in neatly. He would at least appear presentable to her, but he needed to get rid of the smug smile on his face. It took a few minutes, but he managed to get rid of most of the smugness off of his face. As he waited, his scales glittered in the light of the moon globes, the blackness on his spikes clear as day."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "The Queen had her spear at her side but didn't appear hostile. She instead appeared very neutral, unreadable. Her icy blue gaze tore through any Icewing brave enough to look her in the eyes as she was led into the depths of the palace. She wore no coat, no protection from the elements but still didn't seem phased in the slightest. As she walked the palace halls you could hear the *Tick, tick, tick* Of her spear hitting the ice while her nails barely made a few clacks against the cold floor. \n\nShe silently took in the beauty of the palace, noticing all the shades and variations of blue. Once the halls widened and came to the moon globe tree she tilted her head up at it. The guards bowed and told her he was there and she merely blinked at them to show she understood. Nyx tipped her crown back up her head, letting it sit perfectly as she walked to the King. She walked in front of him and dipped her head lightly as she spoke evenly\n\n\"King Hyperborean.\"\nShe greeted, standing in front of him at last."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Imma respond tmw morning because im eepy and me thoughts not being very kind to me"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "As he watched her enter the room, he upheld his posture, but gave a slight nod back to her to give her respect, since she was Royalty, but she was in *His* Castle. At least she didn't just barge in and try to look for him, but instead was guided to him. He let a small hiss out to let the guards know that they shouldn't stay so close to Nyx, before looking back at her. \n\n\"Queen Nyx. What a strange time to find you here, in front of me. I assume I know what has brought you here, but you could've at least sent a letter ahead to warn me of your arrival. I could've gotten some supplies to accommodate you, since it is rather frigid this up north.\" He lifted up a few talons, tilting his head. He then ruffled his spikes, shaking his head. He turned his gaze away for a second to flick a talon at a nearby servant to bring in food and drinks, even with the strange meeting place. He once again turned his gaze to her, he seemed to sitting at the tree as if being somewhat defensive of it. It was a somewhat sacred place, at least in his opinion."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "When he nodded back she realized that he wasn't going to be difficult with her. There was a flick of her ear as he hissed and made the guards back away from her. She didn't tear her gaze from the king. There was no hostility in her eyes, but merely analyzation as she took a glance at her spear.\n\n\"Apologies for the intrustion as it may appear uncommon. Especially since I doubt many dragons would be willing to traverse your harsh weather. I don't need many accommodations however, we both know you just would want time to prepare.\"\nShe called out the fact he would have preferred to not have her here at all and ever so slightly tilted her head at his posture. Then she glanced up at the tree, not showing any signs of admiration other than the words she spoke\n\"Beautiful. I heard of this tree, yet this is the first time I am witnessing it.\""
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He flicked his tail, sweeping off some snow to the side. He was somewhat curious at the complete lack of emotions from her, and the fact that she hadn't demanded an explanation for his actions. Instead, was following what he was saying. He did expect her to get around to it, but he wouldn't push anything. He then stood up and walked towards the tree, lifting talons to touch one of the moon globes, letting the light spill over his scales. \n\n\"Yes, not many outsiders get to see the moon globes. It was gifted to our species so of course we'd be a little bit more protective of it.\" He chuckled, drawing his talons back so he could sit back down. The light from the nearby moon globe made his scales glitter, the faint snowfall also being reflected by the light of the moon globes on the tree. The moon globe tree itself was beautiful, but the snowfall, at least in Hyperborean's opinion, made it far more beautiful."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "\"Understandably so, it holds value from the long past. If I recall correctly that is. The detail really is perfect.\"\nShe hummed, letting her gaze soften ever so lightly at the display before her. Icewings were a proud tribe, keeping their values and traditions close to them even after all this time. As for her own tribe, they haven't had too terribly long to recover in certain aspects. Some reasoning leaked into her head that if she followed the King's path, her tribe may also flourish once more. Free of impurities, like pruning a diseased part of a tree. \n\n\"I assume you are wondering why I am even here then. I won't waste your time of course. Simply put, I am not here to quarrel with you.\"\nShe gently set down her spear to further confirm that point as she walked up beside Hyperborean. She didn't meet his gaze but instead looked at the tree and the flurries of snow that cascaded down elegantly around the both of them. Her scales shined, glistening along with the very few jewels she had in her scales. Not to mention her crown. She let the silence hang over the two of them as she let him digest the words she spoke so calmly, yet that held enough weight on their own."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He was about to respond to her first comment, before she continued speaking, his ears flattening with his expression turning into slight shock. He was taken aback, quite clearly so. Almost so much the blackness on the spikes on his neck almost faded entirely. He shuffled slightly as she came up next to him, unconsciously letting a small hiss escape him. His tail curled around him on the opposite side of Nyx, and the servant that had been sent for food and drinks paused at the sight. He gave them a cold, dark stare, and flicked his talons to dismiss them. They quickly left. He then looked over at her, her scales glittering just as pretty as his own. So strange. He then sighed, tilting his head. \n\"Well then, if you're not here to... Discuss over why my actions are a hostile act towards your tribe, then what are you here for?\" He seemed to be geuinely curious. He knew every other tribe here would be FURIOUS at his actions, but the one he expected was *Her* To be the most angriest. Yet... She was calm."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "She paid no mind to his behavior, not even looking at him as she spoke again. However after he asked her she turned to gaze at him before replying, almost matter of factly.\n\"I'm here to say I assumed as much from the beginning. Although I was waiting for you to act on it. At first I wasn't for the idea, however after more contemplation I realize how it can be a benefit for both of our tribes.\"\n\nShe looked back up to the scenery and remembered how her thoughts had turned over the course of her rein as Queen. Ever so slightly there was a hidden anger that seemed to rise, and thoughts that switched around from her origional ideas as a Queen. Even so, she still wanted what was best for her citizens and this seemed to be the best way to go to go about it and keep her tribe pure."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He lifted his head up slightly, keeping his gaze on her at all times, watching her behavior. He still didn't fully trust her, after all this could've just been a ruse to get under his scales. He had a tense posture, which showed his distrust. He then finally broke his gaze to look at the sun, which was just barely below the horizon, which made the moon globe tree illuminate the surrounding area, including the both of them. \n\n\"How come you managed to convince yourself that what I have done isn't- something that shouldn't be done? It might sound a little bit dumb, but why would this act be beneficial for your tribe? After all- our people have been trying to mingle, to ignore the past. But, in my opinion, we're never meant to be friends. Let alone have us two this close to each other. I believe the previous Queens have been trying to build better relationships, so why would you be different?\" He muttered, barely voicing his opinion about how close she was to him. He was trying to make sure the palace staff didn't think she had any special things that he had with her. He only tolerated her here because she was the ruler of the Night'Wings."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "She let her shoulders shrug for a moment, realizing how many dragons would doubt her and her opinions. Well, both of their opinions now. She wouldn't let that get under her skin though. She was the only ruler they could possibly have, so what could they do to stop her? \n\n\"My tribe had been stripped of our powers long ago, the cultures we once had were diminished greatly. Even though that has returned, I fear it may suffer again if precautions aren't taken. If I allow my dragons to intermingle more and more, what will become of our kingdom. Impurities. That's all there is to it. If this continues so much we may find hybrids taking thrones. The throne that is meant to represent the entire tribe. That is no place for hybrids, Hyperborean. Don't you agree?\"\nShe asked darkly, narrowing her eyes as she flicked her tail. It wasn't meant to be a threat, but to show she wasn't taking the situation lightly."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He seemed to be quite intruiged by what she was saying, since it was quite similar to his line of thinking. He hadn't been very vocal about his opinions outside of his castle, so he slowly began to lose the doubt that she was only trying to get under his scales. He started to believe she truly was on his side, no matter how strange it might've been. He took a deep breath, letting some frostbreath escape his maw as he sighed. \n\n\"Well yes. I do believe that. Although our traditions have been mostly kept safe, with a few exceptions, I still am agreeing with the fact that there shouldn't be as many - as you state it 'impurities' - as there are now. The throne *Should* Represent the tribe.\" He nodded, turning his gaze from the sun to Nyx, his tail tapping the ground softly. The blackness of his spikes slowly began to seep once more, showing the trust he had in her."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Gonna be gettin some ✨sushi✨ soon so if i don't respond within like an hour of your response it's because of that.\n\nWell like in a hour im going so"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "She lightened her gaze at the kings response, comforted by the fact he didn't object to her. Even going as far as to agree with her line of reasoning was a surprise. \n\nShe turned to meet his gaze, giving a little dip of head to show respect. \n\"I'm glad we can reach an understanding. Although I doubt many of my subjects would like the notion. Especially since they would most likely flock to my kingdom for refuge, shame they will soon not find any.\"\nShe hummed, letting a slight smile creep up her snout as the thoughts of power made themselves known."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "\"I agree. They will have to find shelter elsewhere, of course. That won't be my busniess. I only care if they are in my kingdom.\" He chuckled, standing up and walking towards the base of the tree, walking around it for a few moments before sitting down a couple feet away from Nyx, his tail curling up around him once more. He rattled his spikes, shaking his head, before lifting his head up to meet Nyx's gaze. \n\n\"Well, now that's all cleared up, I'm more than happy to accommodate you for however long you plan to stay, if at all. After all, as I have mentioned before, it is very cold this up north.\" He dipped his head down slightly, before lifting it back up, a small smile on his face."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "The chill in the air didn't phase Nyx at all still. Even though she wasn't wearing any protection or shivering she sat comfortably, watching Hyperborean walk around the tree. \n\nAs the snow covered her talons she shook them. \n\"I don't plan to stay for long, maybe the night if you would allow.\" \nShe requested politely, seeing as she traversed the skies on her own almost without stopping. \n\"I flew here in my own, just my spear for defense. I am not helpless, and I did not want any nightwing guards to question me along the way.\"\nShe explained smoothly"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He flicked his tongue, mumbling under his breath as he seemed to be thinking to himself for a few moments. He then lifted his gaze back up, shuffling his wings. \n\n\"You can stay the night, and leave early tomorrow morning. Not many staff members are here at this time, or awake. It would be... Quite the shock to see a Night'Wing in the palace, even if she was the Queen. I hope you understand.\" He lifted up a few talons, brushing some snow off of his shoulders. He seemed to love the snow on himself, it kept him nice and cold."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "She gave a nod, looking down at her spear and picking it up carefully, brushing off the snow that had accumulated.\n\n\"Yes, I understand. I thank you for your hospitality on such short notice.\"\nShe replied, letting out a sigh as her breath appeared in the air. She squinted at it before taking another glance at the tree. \n\"I find it refreshing to find a dragon who can share the same ideal for the bettering of our tribes.\"\nShe added."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "\"Not many share these opinions nowadays, so having another ruler on your side definitely helps.\" He chuckled, before flicking his tail. He then looked over to a servant that had been watching, making them pause before realizing Hyperborean just wanted them over. \n\n\"If you would be escorted, they will be more than willing to escort to your quarters for the night. I do not assume you'll sleep, but there will be a bed provided either way. And if you need any food or as such, just ask. They'll bring whatever is needed.\" The servant stood next to him, clearly anxious, and was being towered by Hyperborean."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "\"Yes, I don't blame them. Then at the same time I do. It's just easier to throw out a rule or belief like that. However, it shouldn't be allowed to go further.\"\nShe agreed, looking at the servant he gestured to curiously.\n\n\"Thank you, King Hyperborean. I presume we will talk more at a later date?\"\nShe asked with a slight raise of her brow. Her words were the equivalent of lending a talon to alliance. At the very least, comply and work together. Especially given the fact they seemed to share a similar vision."
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{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "\"Of course, next time please do send a letter ahead of time. My palace staff was not expecting your presence and a few thought that war had already begun.\" He chuckled, flicking his tail as he turned to a hallway, the servant walking up to her. The servant anxiously held its talons out to guide her in the right direction, they were clearly afraid of both Hyperborean *And* Her, for different reasons however."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Ish okie, do u want to end it here then?"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Yeee would make sense to end here"
}
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{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Upon seeing the expression on the king's face - Calve *Immediately* Knew something was wrong - his choice of food and *Water* Only confirmed his little hunch. When he was about to say something - Hyperborean slammed the door in his snout. Something that one might think would anger or upset the icewing butler - but it was his *Job* To wait on the royals, *Especially* The king - so such a thing didn't draw an ounce of ire from him- even if it might've been out of the usual to get the door *Slammed* In his face - he was more used to having it politely shut - or on better days perhaps being invited in - today; however, was not one of those better days- though he knew better than most how to detect the king's quiet cries for help - and if he truly didn't want to be bothered- the door would've been locked *Immediately* The moment it was shut. Aside from being the butler- Calve was kind of the court therapist on the side - most royals were *Way* To prideful to admit their mental health was struggling - so it was easier and more socially acceptable to confide in someone like Calve. \n\nWith a loud knock once more Calve proclaimed- \"I'm coming in, your majesty.\" It wasn't *Customary* Of him to do this - but things hadn't been quiet as *Customary* The day the palace bowed before a first king instead of a queen. Besides - Calve wasn't terribly low on the social ladder - and constituted being a noble - somewhere in the 4th circle of the hierarchy. \n\nWith a calm, careful push- he opened the door, and slipped inside, his icy blue scales glinting in the morning sun as he set the tray down on a nearby table. \"Forgive the intrusion, your excellence - but perhaps there's something you desire to discuss - something for only one pair of ears capable of keeping secrets in confidence~\" He spoke with a calm, deep voice that bellowed inside of the glittering, decorative walls of the king's room in a comforting way that told the king, Calve already knew something was awry."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll reply tmw morning or so it's late af"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "His ears flicked as Calve made his way into his room, his black eyes piercing and cold as soon as he shifted his gaze over. He had made quite a mess of the room, the culprit being his tail as there were clear scratch marks on nearly every wall. His bed wasn't made, and every surface that held items were in a chaotic mess, things placed where they shouldn't be. He sighed angrily, grumbling under his breath as he refused to speak of anything for a few minutes. \n\nEventually he relented and forced himself to sit down so his tail wouldn't hit Calve. \n\"I'm still thinking about what that Night'Wing Queen asked. In our little... Meeting.\" He muttered, a tone of frustration in his voice as his talons dig into the ground. \"She asked about what I was doing in my kingdom. What I was doing about hybrids... She struck a nerve that bothered me. I should've taken that skyfire- what if she knows what I'm doing now because she had a mind reader in the room taking notes of what I was saying in my own head?\" He hissed furiously, as some frost exhaled from his jaws, he clearly wanted to spit at something but he wasn't willing to freeze Calve to a popsicle. The blackness on his spikes had almost completely seeped through, and the spikes on his neck was puffed out quite a bit in his irritation. His tail began to sweep across the floor, the spikes ripping the floor slightly every time it swung."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "The butler winced at the state of Hyperborean's chamber - pressing a talon against one of the places the king had stricken the wall with his tail or talons with a sigh - not of annoyance or exhaustion, but of worry as he blew a small cloud of frost breath against every seam in the structure - filling the gashes, scratches, and cracks as he listened to his monarch's woes and worries in respectful silence while he made pristine repairs and got started on organizing his shelves and surfaces. \"With all due respect, your majesty, I would recommend taking in a few deep breaths... His eyes trailed over to the wrathful ball of anxious energy that sat looking as if he was about to burst into a fit of rage any second. \"Did you... Notice any nightwings in the room with teardrop scales in the crooks of their eyes? That's usually a clear indicator which of them has such an ability...\" He spoke slowly as if he were treading out on a lake of think ice with his voice.\n\n \"Nightwings are such *Awful*, *Deceitful* Creatures...\" He said with an air of disgust in his throat. \"But... Even they *Can't* Know everything. Think back, your radiance- did you... Think of your plans regarding the mixed breeds while you were talking with her? If not- then I must assure you that your worries need not come from mind readers.\" He adjusted and turned some things on shelves and fixed a portrait that hung askew before continuing. \"Plus- their royal bloodline is *Weak* - they can't afford to oppose you in your own kingdom. They're one assassination plot off from a succession crisis.\" It was true the icewings weren't in the *Best* Situation - *But*... If Hyperborean died - they at least had relatives of his that could fill the power vacuum. \"If she's such a worry... Perhaps utilizing the Gift of Stealth to provide your most trusted assassin with the task of spiraling them into utter chaos through the death of their beloved- naive ruler.\" It was bold to suggest an assassination - but Calve put the comfort\n\nOf his King above all else."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "His tail still lashed, but it was calmer for sure. As the spikes on his neck gleamed in near total blackness, he rubbed his temples, grumbling to himself. \n\"I don't think she did have anyone in the room, but the problem is that she, so far, was the ONLY dragon to accommodate for me. Which raised my suspicion, because why would she even BOTHER giving me a cold room?\" He exhaled, frostbite falling out of his jaws as his teeth were bared. \"But... I do not believe I thought of *Everything* I have done so far, or plan to do. Some thoughts may had arisen, but I'm not quite sure. But I am sure I hadn't fully spoiled everything.\" He muttered faintly, his ears flicking as he turned around and put some of the plans he had in a drawer, before flicking his ears to what Calve said. He kept a rather blank face as Calve suggested assassination, but he just sighed, as if disregarding it. \n\n\"By the time they reform themselves, they are still there, as the Night'Wings. And I do not want my kingdom involved in another war before I fully execute all the plans. If they were to have another assassinated leader, the likelihood of them blaming us would be extremely high, and we would most likely lose nearly all of our alliances.\" He snorted, shaking his spikes as he let Calve clean up the rest of his room. He then began to move over to his desk, letting his talons drag over some of the scrolls, before shifting his gaze back to Calve."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "This one didn't spook me anymore"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve took in every work; making Hyperborean's bed for him in a way that made it look as if no one had slept there... In fact, when he had finished his work - it didn't look like *Anyone* Lived there at all - completely spotless in every way. He even went out of his way to sweep the floor with his spiked tail and blow another haze of frost breath over the floor giving it a perfect reflective sheen so much so, it looked more like a mirror than a floor - it was one of the butler's personal party tricks of course. He ran a talon against the spotless surface with a prideful smile before his king divulged the fact the *Nightwing* Had done something... Not immediately laced with bad intentions...? He gave the king a skeptical look and stepped to sit in front of him - a respectable distance away of course. \"It... Accommodated you?...\" He looked as if the monarch had spoken scavenger as he held his own chin in his talons in thought -squinting at the corner of the room. \"It's... Possible she was simply trying to build you trust- a new diplomatic technique advised by one of her seers that foresaw a different outcome from such an event.\"\n\nHe didn't want to think anything good of a nightwing - but he chimed in a passing thought. \"Hmm, or perhaps she *Wants* To sincerely foster a positive relationship with the Kingdom of Ice?... Ha!\" He dismissed it with a wave of his talons - no *Filthy* Nightwing would ever be so bold- so *Stupid*. \"Reform? An assassination would leave them in shambles, your majesty - the next Burn, Blister and Blaze would be too busy butting heads to worry about who did what.\" He had a positive chime to his voice as if he were imagining the utter chaos that would ensue over those blithering idiots. \"Your word is law though- your majesty...\" He bowed deeply in respect, his tail flicking to the left before rising again. \"I would exercise *Caution* Then... Your majesty- this could be a clever trick... Though just as much as it might be a trick, it might still ho\n\nLd some use to you yet - allowing you to get under their thick scales. If you would prefer - I could accompany on your next stay at the Night Kingdom... Even if the kingdom and it's terrible parties provide little more than an overcomplicated eyesore.\""
}
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{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*It had been a few days since the general elected to take a leave of absence, the first she ever took, to spend some time for herself, figure out some things about herself. To that end, she found herself seeking out one dragon in particular, she knew she wasn't likely to learn anything, he already taught her almost everything he knew, but it would be nice to visit him after so long.*\n\n*It didn't take much of a description to get what she needed, the home of Froid, her old mentor, and the one who trained her when she first joined the Icewing Military. It was a little sobering when she thought about it, he was retired now, and she was one of the Generals of their tribe, when she was a hatchling, she could never have imagined getting this far.*\n\n*She padded through the entrance of the cave, looking around slowly, making sure she was in the right place before calling out,* \"Sir Froid? Are you in?\" *She knew it was rather early, but she counted on his experience in service to still get up early.*"
},
{
"author": "Froid",
"message": "The ancient dragon sat in a corner of his cave, having just come back from watching the sun rise over the horizon. He watched its colors bleed itself onto the world, dying before being reborn like a blazing comet in the sky. It was his favorite routine, knowing that each sunrise was not the same as the many that had come before it. \n\nUnlike many other older dragons whos' joints would creak and ache, Froid didn't have such problems. He wasn't the most agile by any means, but that didn't stop him in any way. Days of raging into war were long gone in his sight, but the habits still burned strong. Honorably, he was allowed to be discharged and reside in a home of his choosing. Many would have opted for a home close to the palace, with all of its grandeur and beauty, but Froid was simple. \n\nThe days of wanting to climb to the top and be the most feared, most vicious warrior in the kingdom was long past him. He opted for the quiet life in which he could pass peacefully, away from all the troubles of other dragons. \n\nHe was sipping on some cold tea, humming to himself contently before flicking his ear at the voice he heard. He let out a gentle smile, recognizing the voice that called out to him. With a rattle from his tail he swiveled his head towards the entrance. \n\"Come, come, General isn't it?\"\nHe chuckled, pride in his voice at the knowledge his pupil had succeeded. He wasn't surprised of course, Snowstorm was always promising. Even though Froid had been crueler back then, it was refreshing to know that it had been for a purpose of training."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Also dw i think u did great uwu"
}
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{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*As she stepped in, her usually stony expression softened a little upon seeing her former mentor,* \"Yes sir, if I recall, I was barely a Lieutenant when you left, and now I am where I am today, thanks to you,\" *She gives him a small bow of thanks, before her expression returned to normal.*\n\n\"You live a ways away now, honestly, I will likely do similar when I retire as well. But it was somewhat difficult to find you, I trust things are finding you well these days?\"\n\n*She stepped over to find a place to sit, and she held herself high, displaying her pride and status in just how she sat, but it was more relaxed than the typical noble posturing one would expect from a dragon who spends most of their days in the palace.*"
},
{
"author": "Froid",
"message": "Froid nodded thoughtfully, getting up to get another cup for Snowstorm. He had not expected company, but appreciated it all the same as he let out a gentle hum.\n\n\"I only guide others, what they do from there is all on them. I never doubted you would go far.\"\nHis words were spoken softly, his voice much like gravel scraping against stone. \n\nHe found the cup he had been looking for and listened to what his former pupil had to say, letting the words seep much like the tea was in the water he poured. \n\n\"I live wherever my talons take me. They still haven't failed me yet\"\nHe answered, letting out an amused chuckle thinking about how many dragons would be suprised at his actions. Then again, if they knew what he had been through, they wouldn't bat an eye. \n\n\"What of you? How are you handling yourself? Remember you can't let that stress find you with your back turned. It has talons like a firescaled skywing and venom like a rainwing.\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"Things have not been easy since Queen Curlew disappeared, I do not know what to think about the new king, but I will not give up on my duty over that. I am simply, taking some time to focus on myself, and some thoughts I have been having recently.\"\n\n\"With the tensions with the Sandwings, things will likely go awry soon, though I hope they do not, I have even put plans in motion to set up a universal trade route across Pyrrhia, though work is going rather slowly, due to the scale of it all.\""
},
{
"author": "Froid",
"message": "Concerns were something he was used to hearing, nodding in thought as he finished seeping the tea and slid over a cup for Snowstorm to indulge in. \n\nFroid didn't stay up to date with all the news of the kingdom, but he did hear enough to get by. \n\"You will find many dragons you don't agree with, but he is your king. That will not change. At least for a long time it won't.\"\nHe reminded her gently, lifting his own cup to sip quietly.\n\n\"There's many things happening, many changes. It's inevitable of course. Whether or not war becomes in your sights or not shouldn't be much concern. I know you have a handle. I think I heard of the trading routes...\"\nHe drew out the s with a hiss, mainly in contemplation.\n\n\"Who are you thinking of trading with in particular? All the tribes have their specialties, what is the one that has your eye?\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She takes the cup with an appreciative nod, taking a sip of her own while her tail wraps around herself, a minorly defensive gesture,* \"I suppose I am simply not used to the new king, I hope it is just that, and it is not my gut trying to tell me something,\" *She gives a small sigh before the subject was changed.*\n\n\"Well, it is not any in particular, my goal is for all tribes to have a single easily defended, easily traversed over land route between all tribes, so that eventually, war and strife will be a thing of the past. I already know I will not live to see the fruits of that labor, but knowing that it started alone will be more than enough to put my spirit to ease when I rejoin the Ice.\""
}
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{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Chaos** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "nightspark43",
"message": "Oh crap, I forgot about this one.\n\nI don't have any ideas for this, so it's up to you really."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Alright we can just end it, no harm no fould\n\nJus take care of urself, okie?"
}
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{
"author": "ilvvepickles_",
"message": "Im been very unactive these past week ;-;"
},
{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "Claista frowned, getting up from her seat. She kept her head low, her tail curling around her hind legs.. Her scales suddenly had that pink shade again, as she carefully stared at the King, her lips forming into a sad frown.. \n \"Im- Im sorry for upsetting you..\" Claista spoke up, taking a small step forward. Why wasn't she leaving yet..?"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "*Gasp* You have woken from your slumber\n\nAnd responded at the right time too. Finished practice"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He growled angrily, his spikes puffing out slightly as the spikes seemed to have fully blackened. It only was an illusion in way, his spikes were puffed out in a interesting way. He shifted slightly away, his tail swaying near her to hopefully ward her away. He clearly looked like he wasn't happy her staying any longer than she had already."
}
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{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "The small queen sat outside a small manor constructed of a dark wood with silver trimming and engravings all around its lovely and ornate structure. She sighed and stared out towards the dunes, technically her kingdom but those sand wings were quite insistent that they were the rightful owners of them. Unbeknownst to her, the loyal hybrid caribou sat right outside the door of the manor, watching curlew with a soft gaze."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "A frozen river was nearby and something or rather someone was swimming through the icy water, by no means were they trying to be stealthy but they also weren't trying to show off either. But as they neared the cabit the dragon poked their head above the water looking at the cabin tilting their head slightly as her scales darkly contrasted the white snow surrounding the river. The dragon slowly rose out of the water almost as big as an Elder Skywing but this was no skywing no this was a Seawing a rather large and menacing looking Seawing. The tall seawing flashed her snout scaled in a 1-1-4-3 pattern a universal greeting of hello before slowly making their way towards the cabin and more specifically directly towards Curlew."
},
{
"author": "poppy_flower_",
"message": "I'm good with no ping! But thanks anyways :>"
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She snapped her head towards the huge seawing queen, her mind exploding with questions and ideas that she couldn't control. 'Who is she? Why are they here? Are they kind? Aggressive? An assassin? Oh but who would hire a seawing assassin for an icewing? Why would anyone want to assassinate me? Have I done something wrong? Should I go make a public apology? For what? They are so big, how would any of my guards fight her off? What if I die! I have no heir, who would run the kingdom? My sister? What do I dooo? Should I send caribou to fight? Muskrat? I regret not bringing more guards, perhaps I could send out a messenger pigeon? That would take too long... Maybe I could take them with my ice breath? No, they are still much larger and quicker most likely.' Her mind rambling stopped as her favorite guard, caribou, leapt in front of her and began to growl towards the new dragon, much like curlew she did not know who they were either. Caribou may have been larger than curlew due to her mudwing genes, but she was still a mere pest in comparison to the seawing, but she only knew one thing 'protect the queen, protect curlew'"
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlanta looked at Caribou tilting her head slightly before she finally spoke her voice as elegant and as flowing as the sea.\n\n\"Don't worry your majesty I mean you no harm in fact quite the opposite.\"\n\nAtlanta smiled if the two could see her wings they could clearly see the pitch black royal marking lining her wings which contrasted against her brilliant ocean blue wing membrane quite well at least from the angle they were at. Atlanta didn't want to fight Caribou since she just loved to travel and hadn't expected to run into the Queen that she had heard so much about. Although Atlanta on the other hand barely had any known knowledge of her since she tried her hardest to keep her appearance a secret from the world just in case anyone were to try and assassinate her."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "Curlew paused for a moment, placing a wing on caribou's back to let her know it was alright to sit down. As the hybrid sat down reluctantly next to curlew she couldn't help but smile, she never held much opinions other thank gratitude towards her guards, but this one was different... Anyways!!! She turned her head to the seawing and sat up, dipping her head. By this point she had spotted the markings and had an inkling of an idea on who this was\n \"Greetings, queen Atlanta?\" She said with a hint of apprehension lining her words, she had never actually seen the dragon, though she had heard stories by her mother"
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlanta nodded smiling slightly as it seems her reputation preceeded her given well there were not a lot of known Trencher Varients and well one being a queen was sure to be noticed quite quickly by any dragon her royal markings were not easy to hide after all.\n\n\"Correct Queen Curlew.\"\n\nAtlanta praised standing tall and elegant nearby looking at Curlews little home away from home then towards her guard offering an aprehensive smile to show that yes in fact they were in the presense of on of the youngest Queens and well one of the only if not the only current Trencher the only dragon who chose to live at the bottom of the sea willingly and not sent there as a punishment.\n\n\"Quite a lovely place you have here.\""
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She glanced back, slightly embarrassed \" Well erm- yes, my mother had it built as a small summer home for her dragonets, I mainly use it as a getaway now though\" She said with a small nod \n \"What are you doing all the way out in the ice kingdom? This is quite dangerous of you\" She said with a slight warning, knowing that many of her soldiers have the 'kill first, questions later' mindset, especially towards random dragons in their kingdom."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"You're mother had quite the taste in design then its rather well done.\"\n\nAtlanta scoffed at Curlews remark about it being dangerous for her maybe the cold was but there was no way another dragon could best this seawing in combat as she had met a few guards flashed them her wing and they left her alone the ones who did question she just gave a little shock as a warning then continued on her way throughout the rivers and lakes.\n\n\"I do see your point Madame but I assure you that I am just fine venturing off on my own I'm not one to stay in the same place for a while...\""
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She paused for a moment \n \"But what about your kingdom? Aren't you afraid of being gone for too long? Your subjects would need you\" She protested \n \"I understand your desire and safety while traveling... But you are a queen are you not? And you have responsibilities, so why are you not attending to them?\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"What of it? Thats the reason I've created a council my dear Curlew they assist in things when I am taking a break and quite frankly with all of the kingdoms getting their own alliances its left me in quite the tough predicament.\"\n\nAtlanta leaned down gently brushing Curlews snout with her talon playfully clearly just because Atlanta held herself with such high elegance she still wanted to be a bit playful and she was quite young in comparison to the usual queen."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She backed away, despite being quite informal when in presence of her guards and subjects, she was all the more formal when with other queens and dragons of other kingdoms. She huffed slightly and held a stiff posture \n \"I apologize if I have overstepped, though I still believe as queen you should attend to your kingdom, and perhaps make some alliances if they are troubling you?\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"No you have not overstepped try not being so formal for once Curlew loosen up.\"\n\nAtlanta paused thinking of her next words carefully as she didn't want to reveal anything about her plans but also she didn't exactly want to alliance either just make some new trade partners but not get into a full alliance.\n\n\"Your views are quite standard and I do spend most of my time under the sea, but its also important tha you never push yourself too hard... I'm not planning on making an alliance I was just troubled at the rising tensions.\""
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She faltered and opened her mouth as though to say something, though deciding to stay silent. Her grey spotted scales tense, she definitely didn't expect this ginormous seawing queen to be this informal, it was quite frightening if she was being frank. Before curlew could say anything caribou glanced towards the stiff queen, her mahogany eyes finding the soft white of curlews. In that moment caribou could sense something was wrong and she stepped up.\n \"I'm sorry ma'am, this is quite rude of me for not asking before, would you like to take this inside?\" She asked with a firm voice, speaking towards Atlanta. She had a strict gaze upon her face before having it soften as she turned to curlew to help her up, there was something special about that queen... She just didn't know what?"
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"That works for me, sorry about my outward appearance I prefer to be informal when not in a formal setting as its rather forceful to be elegant all the time.\"\n\nAtlanta looked towards Caribou then at Curlew trying to give her a reassuring gaze since well her informality did always frighten others since she was just that much different than her mother who by no means was a saint she would rather seek out war and Atlanta on the other hand absolutely hated the thought of going to war over something so trivial such as an Island or a single whale like her mother had done. Atlanta wasn't exactly carefree but maybe she still had a few things to learn and maybe Curlew could teach her those things since Atlanta had become Queen at a young age after besting her mother in a sparring match which her mother quickly went mad and tried to kill her so Atlanta used the one gift she had recieved which was the same horn ring she wore on her left horn to shock her mother right as she was jumping over a pit of electric eels which... Yeah without going into detail melting scales and seawing flesh does not smell good at all."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She nodded and let caribou help her stand. She dipped her head towards the kind guard and began to stride forwards opening the door and letting it rest wide open as it was intended. She seated herself at a blue velvet chair with wood the same color as the outer walls, ornate silver bands decorating the large chair. She glanced to the side, towards the living room, and sighed. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she saw her larger guard sprawled out in a messy sleep on one of the large couches, his limbs flying everywhere. \"I need to add 'how to sleep' into the mandatory guard training I swear\" She mumbled"
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlanta ducked through the doorway taking care not to accidentally touch or even slightly brush up against anything since well it wasn't her home and she didn't know the value of said things but the yougn Queen did admire the decorations and the walls clearly she was interested in the designs each tribe used while building their homes and palaces. Although as she heard Curlew mumble she did chuckle slightly knowing how tough it can be for some guards to take a break every now and then.\n\n\"I do apologize for my informalities if they offended you Queen Curlew.\"\n\nAtlanta gave a bow towards the Queen not rising until Curlew said anything in fear of offending the Icewing Queen anymore than she already has."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "\"It is quite alright, really\" Curlew responding with a small gesture of her talon \n \"It was just unexpected, that's all. My father told me stories of how you seawings were, so uptight and secretive... I guess I relied on his word a bit too much\" She chuckled, nodding her head. She glanced to her side as caribou appeared, a soft grin on the hybrids face seeming to tell curlew that she was doing great."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlanta still stayed in her bowed position still not rising as she spoke once again.\n\n\"That was of a time long passed... Well it passed when my mother fell into that pit of eels I decided to not follow in her footsteps and be at upright and secretive as her as it only caused trouble between us and other tribes.\"\n\nAtlanta almost sounded apologetic as she spoke as it was not her intentions to come across as secretive and uptight and well she could be at times but she prefered not to as said earlier it only caused problems. Once she was done speaking she looked up at Curlew standing up but not to her full height staying lower so that the two could talk better."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She gestured to another chair around the oval table she sat at the head of\n \"Please don't bother standing for so long, the seats aren't trapped I swear\" She said, half joking. Caribou stepped forwards slightly and squared her shoulders, putting a slight border between the chair where curlew instructed Atlanta to sit and the queen herself."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlantas eyes slowly drifted towards the chair before slowly walking over and then sitting down looking at Caribou with a nod since she was doing quite a good job protecting his queen.\n\n\"Thank you your majesty for the hospitality I know my visit was quite... Unnanounced.\""
},
{
"author": "poppy_flower_",
"message": "Hehe its alright :>"
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "\"It's quite alright!\" She responded with a small nod and grin \n \"I apologize for the dust, I honestly didn't expect to stop here myself, my guards and I just wished for a small break because oh my icebergs the fly from the sky palace is a long one-\" She muttered with a small tired glance"
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"The skywings palace? That is quite a long flight.\"\n\nAtlanta wondered just what exactly Curlew was doing at the skywing palace but paid it no mind as she shifted slightly curling her tail towards her front talons so she wasn't going to accidentally hit anything with it.\n\n\"I haven't noticed any dust Madame I think its quite lovely in here.\""
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She scoffed \n \"I'm pretty sure we used to have some icewings working in here to keep it neat- though I think they died at this point\" She said with a small chuckle, she used to think the cleaners were her grandmothers when she was a dragonet because of how elderly they were. Curlew shook her head \n \"Anyways- what travel did you expect to do in the ice kingdom? It's pretty freezing down here and I don't think even high mountain skywings have lived long in the center of our kingdom?\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"You haven't seen how cold it gets at the bottom of the sea, nothing that could freeze the water solid but it gets pretty close to.\"\n\nAtlanta spoke calmly motioning towards her scales which were darker for a reason not only camouflage in the dark but also to absorb as much light/heat from the sun before diving deep.\n\n\"I was actually looking for you to ask you a few questions... Some of which I don't want any messenger trying to relay.\""
}
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{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She turned a suspicious stare to Atlanta, unknowing if these questions were the sort that she wanted answer carefully. She nodded once and forced her gaze back to her soft and innocent looking one\n \"Well then please do tell, I would be happy to answer them for you\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"As its quite well known I'm still rather young in comparison to most Queens I was wondering if you could teach me how to well... Rule correctly some things I do feel right in the moment but in the long run don't see to benefit anyone too much.\"\n\nAtlanta responded sheepishly unsure if Curlew would use this against her in the long run but she seemed like the right Queen to ask about ruling questions."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "Curlew hesitated, she herself was quite young and only recently accessed to the throne. She didn't know if she was the best dragon to ask about royal and queenly duties, but she believed her kingdom has been very much strengthened since she has risen up and she may be of some help at least. She turned over to glance at caribou, she always knew that caribou was reliable when it came to stuff like this. The hybrid's face was one of pure pride and assurance, knowing that her queen was the perfect dragon to give advice... It made curlew feel all fuzzy on the inside. She took a deep breath and turned back to Atlanta \n \"I would be happy to help, as a young queen myself I know how you must feel\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"Thank you your majesty.\"\n\nAtlanta smiled brightly looking at Curlew the more she talked with Curlew the more she fancied having Curlew as an acquaintance someone to talk to and get advice from and maybe become good friends one day but that would take time and they won't ever have meetings like this very often.\n\n\"I have the council but they are only a small part of helping me rule with utmost efficiency...\""
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She nodded, the ice kingdom did not rely on councils but instead on the royals and advisors. She honestly didn't know much about how the seawing kingdom worked-"
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"I was mainly asking your advice for working and dealing with other Kingdoms... That is still new to me and you seem to have more experience in that aspect that I do.\""
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She thought for a moment, not wishing to be fully honest and admit that it took her months to actually decide whether to accept going to the sky kingdom or not. \n \"Well that's simple, just send messenger gryfalcon to other kingdoms and request meetings... So you even have gryfalcons in the sea kingdom? Nevermind-\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"So just talking like we are is the best way to interact with the other rulers? Or should I be more formal?\"\n\nAtlanta shifted her wings clearly uncomfortable with the fact she had started this off so casually instead of just introducing herself and stating why she was here."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "\"I recommend being much more formal\" She replied with a laugh. She waved her talon dismissively towards the door \n \"I am quite young and honestly quite informal towards my citizens and other queens, so speaking with me should be much less formal than to a regular queen with much more experience and who is much higher up in the ranks\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"I understand what you mean, I once again apologize for my informalities earlier if that brought you any mistrust towards me.\"\n\nAtlanta nodded looking towards the door for a moment before looking back to Curlew listening intently to her words trying to soak in all the information that Curlew was giving her, and just trying to spend some time with her fellow Queen since she quite liked Curlews attitude towards her own kingdom it reminded her a lot like herself."
},
{
"author": "poppy_flower_",
"message": "*Sorryyyyyy, I'm at a training for a server I'm a mod in rn*"
}
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{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "\"Those informalities did not bring forwards any mistrust, I just did not expect that from a fellow queen-\" She stated, waving her talon and turning her gaze away. She flicked her tail and it landed to her other side, nearby caribou's stiff stance. Caribou slowly moved her tail to entwine with hers, to comfort the distressed queen.\n \"Now, what else would you like to know?\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"Thats really about all I would like to know... I understand I should have just sent a messenger but I figured it was best to ask face to face and not through letters.\"\n\nAtlanta spoke softly noticing that Curlew seemed very close to her guard which Atlanta seemed to stay quiet about since she had no knowledge or any sort of relationships with anyone and probably never would even though she herself could be quite the flirtatious one at times."
},
{
"author": "poppy_flower_",
"message": "~~dang, Atlanta knows about curlews relationship before curlew... My girls are kinda oblivious- /j~~"
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She nodded and took a deep breath, righting her posture and pulling her tail from caribou, realizing where it was. \n \"That does make sense, messengers can be unreliable depending on certain factors\" She agreed with a small nod"
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"They can be and sometimes take much longer than need be for a simple message which is what led me to come and see you myself.\"\n\nAtlanta smirked slightly seeing Curlew take her tail away, something she had watched with her Mother hundreds if not thousands of times since she was forced to attend those stupid meetings every single night... And most of the time not everyone swam out of that room once the night was done."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She nodded and stood up, trying to keep herself from looking towards caribou. She walked over to a small kitchen on the opposite side of the dark house. \n \"Would you like a snack while I'm over here?\" She asked to the other two, tilting her head back"
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"If it isn't troubling for you I'll gladly take a snack before I head back to the river.\"\n\nAtlanta looked towards Caribou with an approving look before turning back towards Curlew studying what she was doing."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "Queen Curlew grabbed a seasoned seal tail, a frozen salmon, and a frozen brick of yogurt attached to a twig. Without waiting for caribou to respond as well. She knew caribou liked that gross yogurt stuff, caribou ALWAYS ate that gross yogurt stuff. She placed each food on the table, sliding the salmon to Queen Atlanta, the yogurt to caribou, and keeping the tail to herself. \n \"I assumed you would enjoy the fish, though if you would like anything else I would be happy to provide\" She said with a grin"
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlanta looked at the expertly frozen salmon biting her lip slightly as it looked absolutly wonderful after a full day of swimming.\n\n\"I do love fish, I would never miss the opportunity to try a different kingdoms food... I think this will be all thank you Madame Curlew.\"\n\nAtlanta looked to Curlew with a silent question of if she could begin to eat or were they going to be formal and have the Queen take the first bite. She wasn't sure whether or not to be formal anymore but decided that it was best to wait for a moment before digging in."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "Curlew nodded to Atlanta with a kind expression \n \"I must say, compared to the few kingdoms I have been to, icewing food is by far the most bland\" She said with a hint of remembrance to the time she was with her mother at a meeting in the sand kingdom and she got to try it, oh by the moons was it good! She turned and stifled a small giggle as she saw caribou happily licking at the frozen yogurt."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"It all depends on the place within a kingdom, I find that the skywings always add too much spice, the nightwings are more of a smokey flavor, and the mudwings just... Yeah they just cook food and its even more bland than if it was raw.\"\n\nAtlanta took a bit of the salmon easily snapping off a part of it and savoring the flavor of frozen salmon since it wasn't exactly something she had very often."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "\"I always import sandwing spices so the cooks can use them instead of the minty flavor most of our seasoned meats obtain-\" She chuckled\n Curlew shook her head and began to take careful bites of the seal tail, making sure to eat the best ones in order|+."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlanta nodded understanding that the Sandwings always had some very wonderful spices, she raised the salmon to her mouth breathing a soft plume of lightning on it to char the skin since she didn like a little crunch to her salmon as it just made it feel like biting into a giant crab which she also loved. Although seeing that she had just revealed a secret to Curlew she prayed that the Icewing Queen hadn't noticed.\n\n\"The Sandwings sure do have a lot of spices.\""
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "Curlew didn't notice, but caribou certainly did. She snapped her head towards the seawing queen just to confirm before tilting her head down back to her food. She reached over with her tail and lightly pressed on curlew's, trying to get the queen to pull away from her meaningless chat about sandwing spices to glance at her."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlantas red eyes drifted towards Caribou a smirk curling across her snout for a moment before she took another bite of her salmon, she finished it slowly before looking up to Curlew.\n\n\"It was lovely chatting with you Madame Curlew.\""
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "\"With you as well!\" \n She responded with a small grin, though quickly jumping at the chance to look at the pretty hybrid before her. Caribou placed a calm smile atop her face and gestured with her wing towards a side room \n \"My queen, my I wanted to discuss something relating to my position with you\" She lied, giving a firm stare towards the queen."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlanta smiled nodding slightly as she chuckled relaxing slightly, her eyes once again drifting towards Caribou with a smile unsure what to do next she just allowed the two icewings to chat."
}
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{
"author": "Truthal",
"message": "His head perked up at the sound of a squaking penguin, then silence. He tilted his head, trying to hear more than he already could. He was slunked in an ice cave, shivering and trying to gain some warmth from the limited shelter from the ice cave. Despite how easy it would be to tuck his nose closer into his wings to try preserve heat, he knew it best to be moving.\nHe half thought the squark(??) of the penguin was merely Amur's pet being scared by something or other, but no words of encourage was given to console the penguin, so he ranged the dragon suspicious. Quietly padding along the cave, scales camouflauging to his surroundings (yet his scales matte compared on how the light reflected.) \n\nHe glanced around, his yellow eyes gazing the sorrowful wastelands of the Ice Kingdom. *How could anyone live here?* He thought, eventually spying the young IceWing with prey in his jaws. He smiled. He himself was merely taller by age alone but he slunk to the ground, scales shifting to that of stone. He didn't have to not be spotted, but he did want that prey. He wasn't going to be stupid and demand for it, revealing his scales. No, then he'd be easily killed, especailly with the elements against him.\n\nHe looked like a regular boulder, one insignificant boulder none would right about. It may've been suspicious if a boulder suddenly appeared at your cave enterence, but Truthal reckoned the dragon didn't live here, seeing through possible belongings that were never there. Perhaps it was because he hadn't looked well enough- well, it didn't matter, as he was about to have himself a free meal, energy that would help him survive the next few hours flying and seeking warmth as he watched trade routes keenly."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Added more noticeable paragraphs so it's easier to read"
},
{
"author": "Orca",
"message": "*Orca trotted through the snow with the bird swinging from his jaws, holding his head high to keep it from touching his scales and dirtying the pristine blue colors. The cave entrance had come into view by now, and thank god for that. The raging snow storm outside was enough to blind any dragon, Icewing or not. And although he didn't find it particularly cold, he did find it to be quite annoying. \n\nAs the young dragonet entered the cave he immediately came to a stop, tail stiffening behind him and eyes wide and searching. There was something off about his cave. His belongings had shifted, the makeshift bed in the corner covered in blankets trampled and strewn all over the place. It smelled of something odd, something he had never once smelled before. His eyes narrowed in irritation and anger, knowing that another dragon had gone through his things. A hiss began to drip from his mouth as he walked further into the cave, making his way go the bed in the corner and dropping the dead bird beside it, making sure that it landed on none of his blankets. There had never been an account of another dragon appearing in his cave, deep in the open tundra where many dragons couldn't survive unless they were an Icewing. It was odd to say the least, and raised Orca's awareness significantly. \n\nAside from the blankets which had been strewn all over the place, nothing else seemed to be out of the order. The dragonet left his bird near his bed and began to roam about the small cave, checking to make sure that the extra prey which was hidden beneath a pile of purposely unused blankets was still there. Thankfully, the dead animals were still there, consisting of a wide range of animals from large fish to a seal.*\n\n\"Who's there?\" *He spoke up suddenly, lifting his head and searching around the dark cavern for anything that might have seemed off or out of place.*"
}
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{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I saw, I just had to go to school before I could respond, sorry."
},
{
"author": "Truthal",
"message": "He kept silent, his breathing now still. He slowly opened his eyes, keeping them mostly shut. His yellow pupils glanced around, scanning the dragonet behind him. Young, but still a threat, especially with those serrated claws. He closed his eyes, the flicker of yellow disappearing underneath shades of rock greys. Despite the threats this IceWing may hold, he still decided to mess with him. Trying his best to mask his mouth with a slight adjustment of his wing, he replied, \"No-one at all. Must be your imagination.\" His voice echoed throughout the cave, the effect he hoped disorienting. He held in the rumble of laughs threatening to come out of his maw, instead focusing on the stone below him so yellow wouldn't show in his flattened frills.\n\nHis brain sparked with a simple plan, momentarily thanking the moons IceWings couldn't read minds. Given the chance, he would move along the flooring, grab the penguin and hide in a corner as he ate, having a few jabs at the young IceWing as he waited for the blizzard to subside. Even if he weren't given the chance, he'd have to move eventually, Truthal doing anything not to shiver at the icy winds that whipped harshly. He shuddered momentarily, his joints stiff for the position he was in. His claws were curled into the stone, jaw tightly shut to prevent shivering and taking shallow breaths as he desperately waited for a reply, it better to focus on rather than the cold, restless wind."
},
{
"author": "Orca",
"message": "*The Icewing hissed in anger upon hearing the voice that echoed through the cave. He whirled around and raised his tail as a defense, angrily slashing it behind him to show off his best defense.*\n\n\"Might as well show yourself now that you've made a scene. Come on out.\" *Orca growled dangerously, narrowing his eyes and barring his teeth to look even more menacing then before. His talons spread out along the ground and dug into the stone, his front legs bending to lower himself to the ground. He was ready to pounce on the next thing that moved. He began slowly pacing back and forth in front of his food, carefully watching the walls and the random boulder near the entrance of the cave.* **Boulder?** *He thought.* **There's never been a boulder in here before. What the heck?** \n\n*The Icewing slowly inched forward towards the boulder, letting his jaw slowly open just enough to feel the frost brewing in the back of his throat. Whatever was behind that boulder could be dangerous.* \"Whoever's there, i'm going to give you to the count of three to come out and quit being a coward, or else i'll freeze you before you have the chance to speak. I'm not messing around here, show yourself or become a decoration in my cave.\" *Orca growled, slashing his tail back and forth a bit harder as a warning.* \"You're really upsetting me you know. Coming into __my__ cave without permission, going through __my__ stuff without permission. Who raised you?\" *The hiss coming from the back of Orca's throat grew louder as his frostbreath began to billow out from the corners of his mouth, lowering the temperature of the cave slightly more as frost began to cover the ground.* \n\n\"You're very far out from the kingdom. I suggest you tell me what you're doing here.\""
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| ﹒ __Serpens Cauda🐍__ ₊﹒ᶻz﹒** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "Truthal",
"message": "\"Ironic that, considering I'm already a decoration of sorts in your cave.\" He mused thoughtfully, listening to the footsteps carefully as the subtle buildup of ice gathering in the IceWings maw spooked him just a tad. He knew it was worthless to stay put now. Even if the IceWing thought him behind the boulder, a quick glance would reveal a rather scalely rock. Slowly readjusting his limbs to be more nimble, he pounced away from them and stood up, his scales changing into dangerous reds and frills flairng.\n\nHe thought for a moment. It woudld've been funny to test the IceWings patience with numbers, but he'd knew he could rile him up somehow. \"Funny question that,\" He said conversationally, \"Though I don't believe you have much the wits to understand what I do, who I was raised by or why I'm here.\" He said patronisingly, quite literally talking down to the dragonet. He made no comment about how he went through his stuff, acting as if he were too good to do such a thing."
},
{
"author": "tobyb_07",
"message": "Im leaving the server, we can quit this"
}
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{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "Calista walked forward.. Nearing the lake- her talons softly digging into the pebbles below her as she made her way threw them softly.. She took a seat right infront of the ocean, her talons digging into the pebbles below her as she sat, the water slightly gazing over his scales.. Calista had a beautiful smile. Clearly matching with her shimmering, pink and purple scales.. She giggled to herself, grasping a small flower that was burried into the pebbles, bringing it up to her snout. She took a sniff of the flower, pressing the flowers petals against her snout.. Closing her pink, vibrant eyes in relaxation...\n Calista still held her one of a kind smile, lowering the flower, letting it calmly float away in the depths of the lake infront of her. She sighed, pressing his soft talons together, placing them gently into the water below her.. Swooshing her talons along the small waves."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "Clacking on the stones near Calista, a large and powerful Ice'Wing would appear. His spikes, stained black at the tips, would rattle like a snake's rattle, and his tail swayed methodically. He had decided to get out of the dreary, utterly horrendously-looking castle. Some redecoration would be needed. He growled softly towards her, narrowing his grey-tinted sky blue eyes as he scrunched his snout. He then walked a bit away from her, dipping his talons into the water, before retracting his talons in disgust. Even if he was sitting a bit away, his cold scales still radiated out. He then decided to speak. \n\"Why have you come here today? I was sure people would know not to come here if they knew I was going here.\" His tone was cold, his voice like melting ice. It had a roughness to it as well, but it wasn't as clear."
},
{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "Calista slowly looked up, her vibrant eyes slowly finding the Kings eyes.. She immediately tensed up, her tail curling around her front talons tightly.. Calista immediately looked down, hating the powerful- and dominating aroma the huge icewing gave off.. She quietly trembled, the pink scales littered across her white scales starting to turn.. Some sort of red? It showed how she was scared, trembling. Her talons grasped the flower that was floating in the water, pressing it against her chest as a way of comfort. \n \"Im- Im sorry... Your highness- I had no idea you were coming here today..\" The timid icewing quietly whispered, her eyes averting to stare at the pebbles below herself."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He growled darkly at her, getting up again and neared her, baring his sharp teeth at her. He wasn't going to let her leave, however. She had already made the mistake, why not just let her stay? \n\"You're already here, and it's best to pay the price for making that kind of mistake. You will not leave until I tell you. If you leave, I will *Personally* Send guards to retrieve you and keep you *Right* Here. To think about what you have done.\" He snapped, whipping his tail dangerously as he kept a close eye on her."
},
{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "Calista immediately frowned, her talons grasping the flower even tighter.. She continued trembling, extremely cautious of her surroundings. Her eyes stayed glued to the ground, afraid to look back up at the King. She took in deep breaths, extremely soft with her movements, staying as still as a statue.\n \"Sir.. Please- I have a job to get to.. I just came here for a break..\" Calista quietly whispered, slowly- gazing up at the king. Her eyes stared into the Kings.. The sun reflecting off of her beautiful eyes.. Calista slowly stood, glancing around the area she stood in.. *She had to find a way to escape..*"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "\"Your job doesn't matter right now. I can excuse you for a bit. But you *Will* Not leave until I say so.\" He hissed once more, his dull eyes reflecting absolutely nothing. The blackness on his spikes seemed to morph and shift with every word he spoke, it was as if he was corrupted in a way. He then scowled, staring at the flower she was holding. He snapped his gaze away, before laying down. Crossing his talons with each other, his tail swayed dangerously close to Calista, as if warning her. He mumbled to himself, it looked like he wasn't paying attention to her. But he most certainly was."
},
{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "Calista quietly obeyed, nodding her head quickly.. She sat back down, moving away from the King, her eyes gazing over at their tail.. Rather scared of it. Her scales were kinda gone.. Red scales now fully covering her pink ones. Calista quietly whispered to herself, wrapping herself within her wings, giving himself some sort of warmth.. \n\"Please.. I wanna leave-\" The frightened icewing spoke again.. Her voice smooth and gentle, even if she was trembling within her wings.. The icewing lifted her face, having the will to finally look over at the king.. Tears glistening in the corners of her eyes."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He didn't seem to respond, lifting his talons to dip into the water once more. He kept his talons in the water, swirling it around gently. He then glared at her, tilting his head. \n\"You aren't purely an Ice'Wing, aren't you?\" He narrowed his eyes, rattling his spikes slightly. His incredibly sharp and jagged talons seemed threatening now."
},
{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "Calista wasn't sure how to respond.. Her eyes quickly finding the ground again, her talons playing around with the pebbles under her. \n She slowly nodded, confirming.. How she wasn't fully a icewing, but half rainwing. Which was from an distant relative.. Slowly, she let go of the white flower she had held for so long, letting the flower go on its own way.. The flower drifted down, falling onto the top of the Kings talons slowly.."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He twitched as the flower drifted over his talons, muttering to himself as he pushed the flower under the water without even a second thought. He shifted, his wings shuffling as he stared down at her some more. \n\"I'm not here to get rid of the impure, if you were concerned. I'm not *That* Bad.\" He snorted, flicking his tongue. His tail swayed, occasionally dipping into the water, disturbing the calm water. He then sighed, shaking his spikes once more as he stared down at the water. The flower was sitting on the ground, having refused to move."
},
{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "\"My apologies.. Sir-\" Calista quickly apologized, gazing at the water quietly.. She continued to tremble- her talons around her shoulders quickly.. Feeling unsafe in the surroundings of the 'King.' \n Slowly, she reached over, trying to reach over and grab the flower she had dropped.. While she was reaching over, her soft, gentle talons gazed over The Kings scales.. Calista immediately froze.. Realizing what she had done.."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He muttered to himself, rolling his eyes, before hissing darkly at her. He didn't necessarily lash out at her, but his anger would be enough as a warning. He arched his neck, retracting his talons as his tail lashed angrily. He soon got up, shuffling his wings as he seemed to gaze down at her as if she was nothing to him."
},
{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "Calista immediately let go of the flower.. Retracting her talons away from the King. She whispered a quiet apology, standing up, and taking another step away from Them. Calista frowned again, slowly.. Laying down against the pebbles.. Laying her head across her talons sadly. She wasn't sure- why she was here in the first place..? Calista really just wanted to leave, and return back to the comfort of her Flower Shop."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He scowled, shaking his head as he stared at the water. He slowly began to arch his neck up, as he seemed to be preparing for something. His talons shuffled, his tail going still. Without warning a harsh, bright-;ooking flurry of ice spewed from his throat and mouth, freezing the surface of the water. Semi-large spikes appeared from the surface, as he seemed rather content. The power from that short burst seemed quite deadly to anyone who came across it. A small smile even formed on his face."
}
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{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "\"Im sorry- I- I just..\" Calista stuttered- forgetting what she was gonna say to The King. She frowned, her pink scales turning into an vibrant red. She shook her head, taking another step back.. Quietly- she dug her talons into the pebble below.. Getting ready to run. Calista flared her wings, flexing her talons- showing signs of how she was gonna run off, somehow...\n With full force, she started running off- tucking her wings into her sides.. Though, unfortunately she was slow, so the King wouldn't have trouble catching up with her. It was rather unexpected of her, since, she was rather fast when it came to running.. But now- she was quite the exact opposite."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He tensed his muscles, flicking his tongue as if taunting her. His spikes rattling, his tail swaying in a hypnotic way. Once she began to flee, he chased her down with ease, echoing his laughter as if to wear down her nerves even more. He flared his wings, taking brief flight before slamming into the stones in front of her, growling deeply. His throat seemed to rumble deeply, heaving in air as his gaze focused directly at her. If she didn't move out of the way, she was about to be hit with the breath he just used on the lake beforehand."
},
{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "Calista immediately yelped, falling back once The King appeared- falling roughly onto her hind legs due to her clumsiness.. She frowned immediately, staring up at Hyperborean, clearly frightened.. She didn't dare move, nor did she realize what Hyperborean was possibly gonna do to her.. Quickly, she took in a deep breath, bringing her talons up to wrap around her head safely.. Curling into a small structure, her wings wrapping around her soft, delicate scales.. Even by the slightest fall, or scratch.. Her white scales had started to horribly brusie up, somehow. \n \"What is it you- you want from me... Me?..\" Calista said quietly, tears welling up in the brim of her eyes.. Her snout was facing the ground, the wings still coverng her body..."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He slowly grew a madman's smile, clouds of frost escaping his nostrils as he leaned down towards her. He was slightly bummed that she bruised so easily, she *Was* Pretty after all. Even if she wasn't pure. He slowly gripped her talons and pulled it away from her head, forcing her to see him even if it was partially so. \n\"If you try to run again, there will be consequences. I'm letting this pathetic attempt by, since you're too pretty to hurt that much.\" He giggled silently, swaying his tail as he let her talons go. He flexed his talons, before setting them down and sitting down. His wings shuffled, his spikes still as black as ever."
},
{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "\"Why won't you.. You let me leave? I- I don't understand you..\" Calista quietly looked up at The King, raising her snout to stare at Hyperborean with her big, lavander doe eyes.. Staring at them, somewhat intrigued with the King himself. She was desperately trying to calm down, her scales switching between a vibrant red, and a deep hot pink.. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, the hot tears staining her smooth, soft cheeks.. Calista took in a deep breath, controlling her emotions as much as she can.. Trying her best not to start crying a river all of the sudden.."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He kept his gaze towards her eyes, before shaking his head slightly and flicking his tongue. He then flicked a talon underneath her jaw, pushing her head up slightly. \n\"Don't cry, there's no need to. Nothing to fear. I just want you to see that I do enforce my rules.\" He murmured, curling his tail as close as he could to himself. The way he was doing it looked so cruel, evil, and manipulative. But he was correct: he was showing her how strict he was."
}
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{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "\"I- I- Im sorry..\" Calista suddenly apologized- moving her snout away from Hyperboreans talons.. Averting her eyes to the ground once again. She knew she had nothing left to do except to be obedient.. And simply listen. She just wanted to leave, but she couldn't.. Even if she tried-she'd just end up.. 'dead.' \n \"What- Am i going to do here..?\" Calsita asked, her eyes still facing the ground, scared to make eye contact with The King..."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He growled in frustration. He wanted her to look at him, but she wouldn't because he was scaring her. He hissed, sighing weakly as he flicked his tongue out. \n\"You will just stay here. Look around, stay in the peace. It'll just have *Me* In the picture as well.\" He grinned, a very toothy grin."
},
{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "Calista realized she was getting on his nerves.. So she quickly lifted her snout, staring back at Hyperborean. She stared at them for a moment, raising her talons to place over her mouth, smiling? She held in her laughter, giggling quietly at the rather funny grin the King held. Calista continued giggling- her giggling remaing soft, and elegant, almost like a modest princess. She sat more comfortably now, trying to get use to the.. Frightening, tingly feelings that she felt in her scales for a few moments.."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He was amused for a brief second before holding down at her rather angrily. He growled, but nothing else came after that. Her laughter was... Nice. He shook his head, sighing. \n\"What's so funny?\" He asked, in a rather softer tone than before. It wasn't intentional, but his spikes did seem less black now. She wasn't trying to run or anything, so he didn't have to be on guard."
},
{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "Calista started calming Down from how much she had laughed, her talons lowering.. Placing them onto her lap carefully. \n \"I wouldn't expect someone so scary to have a grin like that.. It was rather comforting..\" Calista said quietly, the soft accent in her voice more realizable. She still smiled, laughing again...? \n \"Its- Its just so odd..? Im sorry if I seem rude..\" Calista quickly apologized, realizing she shouldn't have spoken like that to *Her King*. Her eyes widened with caution.. Eyes averting back to the ground sadly."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He raised a brow, his tail flicking curiously. He sat down, his wings resting on the ground loosely. \n\"You're a bit strange. Usually that kind of smile is terrifying. But you found it funny.\" He wanted to be angry, but he was just more confused than angry. He flicked his tongue, tilting his head. He was trying to figure out why she was like this."
}
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{
"author": "Calista",
"message": "\"Terrifying? Thats just hilarious ..\" Calista whispered- smiling softly at Hyperborean. Her scales shifted, starting to turn back to the rosey pink color.. Showing how- she wasn't exactly scared anymore..? She tucked in her wings, relaxing her before tense shoulders. Calista suddenly grinned, thinking of something.. Funny perhaps..? \n \"You should really work on that smile of yours.. Im sure anyone would laugh just by seeing *That.* But don't get me wrong, its *Adorable.*\""
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He felt personally insulted, spitting out a quick hiss at her, his expression darkening. He grunted, shaking his head once more. He wouldn't let himself get attached to her. His tail slammed against the rocks, shifting his gaze as he stared at the lake. He couldn't get rid of her yet, but he had to. He wasn't sure of what to do."
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "The same burly Icewing as before rested upon the cold ground near the gorgeous lake. His eyes were closed, his breaths slow, giving off the air that he was sleeping, but his long ears were perked up. Everything around him could be heard. He was vastly aware of the crunching of snow, the winds howling in the distance, the Arctic foxes hunting little mammals nearby. He was.. Waiting for someone. He knew he'd come eventually. They always do."
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "|~| Arctic Hare walked softly towards the lake, watching the IceWing before him as he approached them |~| \"I'm here\" |~| Arctic Hare said, sitting beside the smaller dragon |~| \"I believe you'll like to hear my decision\""
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"I'm aware.\"\nHe hummed, yawning and stretching out, rather catlike in his movements. His name did seem to fit him rather well.\n\"And yes, I'd love that. And.. I'm very glad that you didn't decide against coming here. Most get too scared and try to run away... Doesn't end too well for them.\""
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"I gathered that\" |~| Arctic Hare said with a huff |~| \"Anyway, I've decided to take your *Offer*\" |~| Arctic Hare said, creasing his brow slightly as he wondered if this was the right decision |~|"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"Really? Mm. That's lovely..\"\nHe grinned, his sharp teeth glinting like the bright snow all around them. He rolled over in the snow, exposing his soft yet muscular stomach- a sign of either trust, or confidence. Perhaps even overconfidence in his own abilities.\n\"I look forward to working with you, Hare. Do you?\""
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"Hmpf, depends what I have to do\" |~| Arctic Hare snorted, looking over the lake, the sun glinting off it's surface |~|"
},
{
"author": "ilvvepickles_",
"message": "A- should we make this a thread??\n\nOr move it somewhere else-"
}
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{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"Hm, I guess if that's all I have to do it's fine...\" |~| Arctic Hare murmered, his eyes still fixed onto the icey lakes surface |~|"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"It is. Unless you'd *Like* To do more? If so, I'm alright with that. I'm willing to compensate you.. If you succeed.\"\nHe purred, his forked tongue flicking out, not unlike a lizard's or snake's. He inspected his talons, humming before sitting down, following the far larger dragon's gaze to the lake.\n\"... I'm rather proud to be able to live here, you know. There's beauty everywhere, if you know how to look for it.\""
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"I'm all good but yeah, you should be proud to live here, it's secluded, nice & you don't have to deal with any other dragons except your own tribe\" |~| Arctic Hare said, turning his gaze upwards to where a flock of Geese flew overhead |~|"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"It is. Though... I deal with other tribes more than one might expect. Not personally, of course, but.. The Sandwings always have a rather lucrative underground market. Usually cactus wine. Have you ever had it, Hare?\"\nHe glanced over to him, his head tilting. He followed his gaze once again, huffing softly at the geese.\n\"Geese.. They really are just good at intimidation. Swans are what geese *Think* That they are.\""
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{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"Nope, never had cactus wine before, how does it taste?\" |~| Arctic Hare replied, quietly chuckling at Amur's remark about the geese |~|"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"Well, it depends on the type of cactus. Usually, they're either sour or sweet. Have a rather fruity taste.\"\nHe grinned a bit, stifling a yawn before sitting down right at the water's edge, his eyes narrowing as he looked into the lake's depths."
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"Ah, I assumed there was only Brightsting Cacti, y'know the one that treats SandWing venom?, I'm assuming you would know of it as you deal with SandWings regularly it seems\""
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"I do. And I do. There isn't just one species of cacti. Saguaro, Queen of the Night, Rattail, Kingcup, Strawberry... The list goes on. Personally, I enjoy Saguaro the best.\""
}
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{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"Of course.\"\nHe nodded back to him, squeezing his recently caught fish in his talons, blood dripping into the snow.\n\"That reminds me... I should get back to those Seawing Ambassadors.\""
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"Alright, I'll let you deal with whatever snivelling dragons you need to\" |~| Arctic Hare said with a respectful nod, turning to fly back to the palace |~|"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "He laughed, rather amused by the larger Icewing.\n\"Yeah, you too. You want this for the trip back?\"\nHe held the fish out to him, genuine in his offer."
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"Sure, thank you\" |~| Arctic Hare said gratefully, taking the fish before flying off, only turning to wave a small goodbye |~|"
},
{
"author": "Amur Leopard",
"message": "\"You're very welcome.\"\nHe waved back to him, smiling to himself before launching himself into the air and flying off in the opposite direction."
}
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{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "The day was dreary- and the lake, as it was most times of the year- was covered in a thick sheet of glass-like ice. The weather was cold- it was... Always cold in the Ice Kingdom- but it was a quality Calve of course didn't mind - especially since his place of employment, the Ice Palace itself, ran rather hot during the day due to the insulating effects of the glacier-blue inner walls that trapped every ounce of heat that could possibly squirm it's way in - of course, to most dragons the palace was still freezing cold- but icewing standards were quite different in a sense.\n\nWhile Calve was quite a people person- he found himself straying more and more towards the path of solitude- an unhealthy habit to say the least - at least from his perspective... But there was something alluring about being alone - especially in his natural place of preference- his home, the Ice Kingdom itself. \n\nThe skies were clotted with thick, undulating layers of grey - a soft white snowfall began to settle in, a surprising rarity in truth, as precipitation in such climates isn't incredibly common- so for once the, thick, hard layers of ice that normally froze over, were now soft and delicate, ice crystals breaking with the crunch of his footsteps out onto the frozen lake as he sat solemnly in the stillness, simply staring up at the sky as the snowflakes fell - enjoying the ability to simply unwind and do *Nothing* For once."
},
{
"author": "Ether",
"message": "*Ether landed on the other side of the lake, with a thump, his black claws crunched in the snow as he sighed in relief.* **My parents are gonna ground me for a whole year UUUGHHHH** *He thought angrily, pacing back and forth, lashing his tail. \n\n*He sighed and breathed in the thin, cold air, and looked up at the sky as the sun was beggining to set. If his predictions were correct there would be an aurora tonight. Ether* **Loved** *The sky, the stars, the moon and everything else that was up there. He would read nightwing and seawing scrolls on how to stufy the stars, how to use them as a map and special events. Every night he'd look out of the window in his room and wait, and wait, and wait for a shooting star to blaze past, Which happened mire often than most dragons realise*"
},
{
"author": "vulturezgutz",
"message": "Awe crap i made a mistake with the err\n\nBtw ping me if i dont reply after liek 10-20 mins"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "The sound of Ether's arrival seemed to ruin the blissful silence as Calve let out a somewhat heavy, annoyed sigh, slowly craning his neck to look in the direction of Ether with a tinge of . . . Disgust? If there was one thing that *Wasn't* Welcomed in Icewing society, it was the sight of an assumed Nightwing/Icewing hybrid- any hybrid was becoming increasingly less accepted by the society due to the rule of Hyperborean and his opinions on the other tribes - in the eyes of most, and unfortunately including Calve- hybrids, particularly any Icewing hybrid- was seen as an utter bastardization to the tribe - an embarrassment, as if Icewings saw themselves as gods- and the others as dirt. He scowled for a moment before taking a more- calculated approach... He had seen Icewings before with darker coloration- and besides the coloration he had no immediate reason to assume this dragon was a hybrid of any sorts, even if it was a rather suspicious affair.\n\nWith the silence of a snow owl, Calve approached Ether with his signature cold 'work face'- he inspected the younger dragon like a critique of a sculpture- only choosing to speak when he was sure Ether hadn't an ounce of apparent Nightwing running in his veins. \"Apologies- I couldn't help but he curious at the sight of one of my own with such...\" He gestured in a disgusted manner. \"Drab scales . . . Though that's not to talk ill of *You* In particular, more like the idea I had of you before I approached, which was proven false I suppose... My name is Calve, I'm the head butler of the Ice Palace, it's a pleasure.\" He looked left, then right in a suspicious manner. \"And what might you be doing *Here*? Is this not a time you should be preoccupying yourself with your studies instead of playing in the snow?\" He had a look of authority- almost like a disappointed parent as he looked down- physically- on Ether."
},
{
"author": "Ether",
"message": "*He jumped at the sudden appearence of calve* \"AH!\" He then huffed. He was an adult- well, basically. Tedhnically, he was just forced to live with his parents because they were such a \"Nobel\" Family* \"Err, you mean my scales? Its just melanism. A lot of folks think im a hybrid\" *He shrugged* \"Im waiting for an aurora. They are really quite beautiful. What are *You* Doing out here?\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "\"He gave a disapproving snort at Ether's reaction of surprise but heard him out with a subtle sense of curiosity. Even if Ether was an adult- it was in Calve's beliefs that *All* Icewings should attend one of their most marvelous colleges and pursuit a route to higher education- *Especially* The member of a royal family- which most he knew a decent bit about. \"I see... Melanism, curious...\" He gave a half-glare at Ether's comment about coming to see an aurora. \"Well, if you'd simply take a look upwards- I think you'll find the weather isn't permitting for you to view such an event.\" Calve shifted a bit- facing the side of his body towards the smaller Icewing as he thrashed his tail to the left- raising an eyebrow at the question- he was *Rarely* Questioned as to why he was somewhere- especially within the Kingdom itself, so he was somewhat caught off-guard due to not having a particular *Reason* Other than 'he felt like it'. \"I have the day off, and as a member of the palace staff, I may do as I please with my free time, it's none of your concern.\" He lifted his head in the air in a dignified manner though in truth he was in some kind of contemplation for a few moments before turning to look at Ether again with a grin, pleased with remembering the identity of this dragon after a moment of careful thought. \"Ah~ Yes, I remember you- you're *Ether* Boreal and Cryophobia's son, how *Is* Boreal? I haven't seen them in a moon cylce or so- they aren't sick are they?\" At the mention of Ether's parents, Calve seemed to warm up a little, clearly having a better relationship with Ether's parents than Ether themselves did."
},
{
"author": "Ether",
"message": "\"Shes err, budy. Modtly yrlling at me and she broke a talon when some dragonet dropped a block of ice on it. Serves her right though. So she's resting for a few days more\" *He explained, sighing* \"I hate my parents. They treat me like... Like im nothing, im their only dragonet, they dont even talk to me unless they're scolding me.\" *He growled, realising he'd miss the aurora because of the weather, as calve had said*"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve hissed at Ether with a stern glare. \"It's poor manners to speak poorly of your parents, young Ether- show a little dignity... Complaining about them certainly won't win with admiration or the respect you find yourself craving from them.\" The Icewing butler sympathized a bit with Ether- it was- an awkward time in the life of any young dragon, let alone the child of a noble, as their son- and heir, he had big shoes to fill, and high hopes set out for him from the moment he was born- Calve knew this dynamic well enough and so he pressed further. \"That being said... I *Suppose* It comes into question of what *You* Want to do.\" He tried to phrase that as 'correct' as he could- he didn't want to be straightforward with his advice- especially if Ether had loose lips that'd get him in trouble for putting ideas in his head. \"While being the heir to your family's status is your duty- there is certainly more you can do alongside that duty. Perhaps a particular passion you're overindulging in is distracting you from destiny? It could be wise to find a healthy balance between what you love to do- and what you *Must* Do for the sake of our people.\""
},
{
"author": "Ether",
"message": "*He hissed angrily, lashing his tail* \"They'll never love me anyway. I was a dissapointed as soon as i hatched with these scales. They'd only love me if i was the same colour as every other icewing. These\" *He pointed to his black scales, and his yellow eyes* \"These are the only reason they hate me, maybe if i had been born right they would have treated me with st least a bit of respect. But, if they wont respect me, i wont respect them. I dont want to uphold some stupid \"Title\" I want to stufy the stars, become an astrologist. I want to travel the world.\""
},
{
"author": "vulturezgutz",
"message": "Ping me when u reply."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve gave a pained wince - though understanding the concern regarding Ether's colors - he was undoubtedly an Icewing. \"I... I see...\" He'd comment, but it certainly wasn't his place to do so. The head butler gave a lighthearted scoff at the ambition to 'travel the world' and be an 'astrologist'. \"Well, you certainly aren't helping your case with your parents- those are... Nightwing interests to say the least. Busying themselves with meaningless shapes in the sky- the duty of an Icewing is grounded on *Earth* In a *Tangible reality*- as for traveling the world, when you inherit your position, you will be free to travel as you please.\" Again, he had to reinforce the ideals Ether's parent's had passed onto Ether- it was his duty, even when he was off the job- conversing with the offspring of a noble was tricky business. \"Though... Perhaps if you could find a real-world use for studying the stars, perhaps King Hyperborean could appoint you to a position that meets your needs in the future. You live in a kingdom of opportunity- not some dingy dirthut in the Mud Kingdom. Simply learn to take advantage of the opportunities laid before you instead of catching yourself on this... Rebellious streak.\" He gave a slightly disapproving if not unamused glance- though his words held some weight to them, if Ether was clever he would be able to read in between the lines and pick up on what Calve was really saying even when he choked it out with agreeing with Ether's parents from time to time."
},
{
"author": "Ether",
"message": "*Ether hissed and lashed his tail once more* \"First of all, stufying the stars and sky is **Very** Useful! You can use them as a map, or to predict oncoming events! They help us Learn more about the history of the earth, how it came to be... The sandwings and seawings both use the stars as navigation, sandwings use them to navigate their desert, seawings use them to navigate the ocean. Why do you think so many seawings are successful explorers!? They use the stars!\" *He spread his wings up to the stars that were now more visible as the snow had stopped. Thousands of little dots, some planets, some balls of flame, some other universes.* \"And for the record, i like mudwings, thanks very much. They have strong family values, they care for eachother\" *He sighed, looking up, if he was right he'd still be able to see the aurora, if\n\n*If the sky cleared up. It should start in 5 minutes or so* \"We are so small, dont you see? We are but tiny specs in the grand scheme of things. So we should have freedom, with the little time we have, i want to make a difference\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve couldn't help but grin at Ether's defense of his passion- not a smug, sly, witty grin- but a warm, almost welcoming grin from the Icewing that was otherwise rather firm and formal. \"I suppose you're right to some degree, master Ether.\" Calve knew that the stars did very little in the way of modern navigation- thanks to recent inventions such as the compass 'following the stars' became obsolete and unreliable- as for studying the history of the planet they were on- it was still vague and unclear how much value such things would have for unraveling that mystery, but it was possible Ether knew a great deal Calve did not. He chortled at the comment about Mudwings, it was interesting to meet an Icewing without rampant prejudice- in truth, Calve himself only disliked Nightwings, he mostly played up his own racism for the sake of pleasing the other members of nobility, but here it seemed he could turn it down- at least a little. \n\nThe butler looked up at the stars- the clouds beginning the clear as the snowfall faded- \"So what if we're a spec in the grand scheme of things such as the universe?\" Calve turned back to Ether with a raised eyebrow and dubious smile. \"Why does something need to be big to matter? Is time not precious regardless of our scale and importance in the universe? Or have you cornered your own mind into a nihilistic set of beliefs?\" His tail swayed left and right as he spoke. \"As for freedom . . . Very well, if you promise not to tell a soul - I will do my best in talking with your parents regarding the matter. I make no promises- but- I remember a time when I was much like you are now.\" Calve chuckled and smiled up at the sky, the beginning of the aurora wavering into view. \"Looks like you'll get your light show after all~\""
},
{
"author": "Ether",
"message": "*He jumped up. In all his year's he's waited and waited for the chance to see an aurora. His oarents would hold him back each time but now, he could finally see one* \"See that? Isnt it beautiful!? Why should it matter if i dont want to be some stuck up hoighty toighty noble. I could see all ove this and so much more every day if my parents didnt keep in in my room, making me recite lines for when i talk to the queen, yell at me for having an 'improper posture' whatever that is. Or simply call me a disgrace to the liniage for my stupid scales.\" *He dwelled on calves words* \"I just... Iwant to be known, i want to be the change that changes icewings for the better, we are all so full of ourselves, we are like- the *Opposite* Of humble. Thats not a good thing!\" *He sighed*"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve nodded at his question of if it was beautiful, the light that filled Ether's eyes was hard to ignore when he looked up at the sky- it was probably best Calve didn't shoot him down, and instead cautiously encouraged him - even if it was just a little bit. \"Well- you won't have to find an excuse for you parents this time- because tonight you were attending to your studies of noble conduct with he head butler of the Ice Palace, right?\" Calve winked at him and chuckled, willing to cover for him- especially since this was Ether's first time seeing the beauty the sky had to offer. \"Your scales are scales - something one would question, but you are an Icewing- thus the color of your scales should come second to your character and status.\" The butler chortled at his comment about the pride- or rather arrogance of the Ice Kingdom. \"Good- bad- who's truly to decide but the king and queen? You're awfully uncareful around me, you know? I promise I won't go telling others of your opinions or comments- but I would recommend exercising keep just opinions and comments to yourself around other members of the palace- gossip spreads like snowdrift- and I'd hate to see you face a formal punishment...\" Calve quickly corrected himself. \"That's not to say I agree with you- simply- I'll tolerate your views...\""
},
{
"author": "Ether",
"message": "*He looked over at calve and smiled for once* \"You'd be willing to lie?! Wouldnt that like- get you in trouble?\" *He tilted his head, his yellow eyes studying calve* \"You are odd. Every time i see you in the palace you seem so much more...\" *He searched for words* \"Elegant? Noble? Errrr professional?\" *He sighed* \"You seem like all the other rich noble families that dont care aboyt anyone but theemself.\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve scoffed and turned his nose up towards the sky. \"I'm *Not* Lying - I certainly relayed information your parents would approve of-\" He chuckled as if to say, 'just kidding'- \"As for getting in trouble? Yes- most certainly... But I won't drown your dreams- it seems your parents due that plenty- no offense to them of course.\" He chuckled nervously- the weight of the realization starting to sink in that this could be a massive mistake he'd come to regret down the road, but he had already made his choice it seemed. \"Hm? Oh- of course- I'm a butler, it's my profession to serve and echo the beliefs of my masters. I must be the best because I serve the best icewing society has to offer- believe it or not, the nobles aren't *All* How they seem within palace walls- but it's not my place to 'expose' them- just know not all is as it seems. Looks can be deceiving, and taking information at face value could close you off to many opportunities, master Ether.\" He settled on staring up at the night sky, a soft grin on his face as he found himself more comfortable around Ether- who had no place in calling *Him* Odd- but Calve didn't mind it too much. \"So long as you don't tell on me, I won't tell on you- I might be willing to assist you even more if you wish.\""
},
{
"author": "Ether",
"message": "\"My parents are the same in public as they are in private. Full of themself. Except in private they scream at me\" *He sighed* \"I obviously wont tell on you! You're the first dragon thats been- nice to me\" *He smiled* \"Maybe one day- i can run away and explore the world. Oh i long to see pantala, and the rainforest and the skywing kingdom- the reefs of the seawing kingdom too\" *He tapped the snow* \"Dont you? Have you never wanted to see whats outside of this icey wasteland? How are you perfectly content here, doing the same thing every day, over and over\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve seemed pleased Ether would exchange the same gratitude- giving him a happy nod of appreciation before responding. \"While it might seem hard to see it- they're hard on you because they care about you... Bold assumption, I know- but that doesn't justify how they treat you.\" Calve looked over to Ether - his hopefuly comments about exploring the continents, getting to go around and see it all- and then he asked Calve a rather silly question, to which he laughed a great deal- having to spend a few moments composing himself. \"I've been to many kingdoms- master Ether- I've seen the Sky Kingdom, the Sea Kingdom- well- the summer palace at least, I've seen the Silk Kingdom and the Hive Kingdom- even the Lead and Rainforest Kingdoms once or twice- despite being the head butler of the palace, my true duty lies in serving the King - and my position becomes more flexible in time of diplomacy- they rarely want to send a lesser butler to represent the Kingdom- so I've been around many times.\" A mischievous grin crossed Calve's face. \"Perhaps one day we can argue you accompanying me on one of these trips is part of your extracurricular education - besides- even if your parents want you to be a noble, a noble must learn to fulfil their diplomatic duties and who better to guide you than I?~\" He almost giggled at his own idea since he liked it so much, in truth it was the perfect scheme to help Ether achieve at least a portion of their dream to get out and see the world- as well as break away from their overbearing parents. \"Though, I will admit... I like it here the most, the other kingdoms are nice- especially the Sky Kingdom- but they're also hot- busy, and laborious to navigate from time to time. The Ice Kingdom is... Organized - every street and alley is designed with ease of movement in mind. I'm sure you'll miss it too once you get out and see for yourself- though that's not to say the other kingdoms aren't nice- or aren't full of curious dragons.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ether",
"message": "\"You got to see the other kingdoms?! Youre- youre so lucky!\" *He jumped, his black scales shining beautifully under the aurora, the reflections making them blue-ish as if he really were a nightwing* \"Thats- you- that eould be so cool!\" *He shy'd away from the \"They care abiut you\" Part. Memories of his parents telling him how disgracful he was, how much of a dissapointment he was, yelling at him that if he hadn't hatched they'd still be respected by everyone. He knew they did* **Not** *Care about him even a bit. He lashed his tail a bit* \"My great grandpa went to jade mountain academy when he was a dragonet, he says the other tribes are beautiful and unique in their own way and- and he said i should see the world as soon as possible. What could my parents even do anyways if i ran away *Right now* I mean, im an adult technically. And if i wasnt around them they couldnt ground me\" *He looked out at the distance where the sand and ice kingdoms met* \"Would you tell them? If i left right now? Would you go back and tell them where im going\" **He probably would. Being supervised was one thing but he knew calve would not appeove of him running away*"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "The icewing butler seemed to swell with pride, outstretching an arm and looking at his talons in a showy manner befitting of himself. \"Indeed- when you're of such status and class, things naturally fall into your talons~\" He couldn't help but playfully boast about his own position and experiences serving the Ice Kingdom. \"Indeed it would be cool- though I suppose I'd be taking on an extra responsibility it letting you tag along- and a great deal of it might be spent in the palaces of other nations facing their cultural formalities- but with how excited you seem, I'm sure that won't drag you down in the least.\" Calve chuckled softly before giving Eter a worried expression- one born not from malice or disdain like perhaps Ether's parents would give, but genuine concern. \"W-well, yess, the other tribes have their quirks- they're eh- certainly unique... But- Ether, you can't- you shouldn't-\" Calve winced a bit- Ether had *No* Experience in the world outside of the Ice Kingdom- not only that, but he would be a high value target for any bandits, or cutthroats the harsh desert environment had to offer. \"I'm sorry, master Ether- but I can't allow you to make such a dangerous decision - not until you've explored the world with the assistance of myself and the royal entourage. I know you're excited- but the world is a far more dangerous place than you might expect- and I'm not saying that just to dissuade you from going. . . I would have to do more than just tell them- I'd have to stop you myself, simply because it doesn't sit right with my conscious to let you dive headfirst into danger- I'm sorry- Master Ether\""
},
{
"author": "Ether",
"message": "\"I knew it\" *His smile quickly faded* \"You cant stop me. I know its dangerous but i can take care if myself!\" *He snapped, letting out an odd growl different from many icewings due to a deformity in his larynx which amde his roars much more of a loud hiss/howl* \"Ill go, what are you gonna do anyways?\" *He was clearly angry now and thinking irrationally as he stomped a few feet away from calve and jumped into the air, immediately taking off towards the kingdom of sand. An impulsive decision he would never usually make but he felt the need ro prove himself now*"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "It hurt to see Ether's whimsical hopefulness reduce to smoldering pile of resentment for the circumstance that existed within his life- and in part due to Calve's acknowledgement of Ether's ignorance to the outside world- Ether lived in a bubble, and the dangers of the world outside were nothing but fantasy or myth like ghost stories told around a campfire, true horror can't be comprehended until it is experienced firsthand, and many do not survive such horrors should they have the firsthand encounter with them. \"I'm sorry, but I *Will* Stop you, it's my duty- not to your parents, not to my kingdom- but instead to you as a fellow icewing. I can't let you dive headfirst off of this cliff until your 'wings have fully developed', and I won't seem my claws stained the color of lapis from inaction.\" Calve understood why Ether was angry- but it was the same anger that a child might feel when denied all of the candy in a jar all at once without the ability to know too much candy would certainly be bad for their wellbeing. As Ether took off, Calve sighed, and leapt after him the bold wind filling his wings and carrying him next to Ether. \"I would tackle you out of the sky . . . But- instead, I will accompany you. We will go to Possibility and back, do you understand? I will drag you back kicking and screaming if I must... I am sorry.\""
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"author": "||Blink||",
"message": "Blink traversed the haunting terrain of the IceWings, a sharp contrast to her familiar NightWing realm. As she pressed forward, she narrowed her gaze, frustration evident. \"Accursed visions, akin to a flower lost in a relentless river,\" She grumbled, weariness coloring her eyes. \"They predicted an encounter with one as frigid as ice. An IceWing, perhaps? Their hearts as perpetually cold as sunlit ice...\"\n\nHer eyes widened at a breathtaking spectacle—a stunning lake adorned in sapphire-like hues. \"A mesmerizing sight!\" She exclaimed, hastening toward the waters in sheer excitement. Amidst the tranquil scene, she retrieved a scroll from her bag. With practiced elegance, she began to write, \"A river graced by the beauty of sapphires, truly inspiring! Perhaps my visions possess validity after all.\n\n\"The vision regarding that dragon... An azure soul within,\" She whispered with fervor. It seemed this day might unfold well...\n\nBlink traversed the haunting terrain of the IceWings, a sharp contrast to her familiar NightWing realm. As she pressed forward, she narrowed her gaze, frustration evident. \"Accursed visions, akin to a flower lost in a relentless river,\" She grumbled, weariness coloring her eyes. \"They predicted an encounter with one as frigid as ice. An IceWing, perhaps? Their hearts as perpetually cold as sunlit ice...\"\n\nHer eyes widened at a breathtaking spectacle—a stunning lake adorned in sapphire-like hues. \"A mesmerizing sight!\" She exclaimed, hastening toward the waters in sheer excitement. Amidst the tranquil scene, she retrieved a scroll from her bag. With practiced elegance, she began to write, \"A river graced by the beauty of sapphires, truly inspiring! Perhaps my visions possess validity after all.\n\n\"The vision regarding that dragon... An azure soul within,\" She whispered with fervor. It seemed this day might unfold well..."
},
{
"author": "shadyperson_",
"message": "My discord is glitching"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve laid lazily upon a sone ledge that hung over a portion of the lake. His tail flicked left and right as he watched a rather odd sight trotting across the frozen tundra. With a squint he was able to surmise it was at least *Partially* Icewing- it had to be if it was all the way out here... But even still, he got the general feeling the dragon he rested his eyes on wasn't necessarily a full-blooded icewing - subtle details, their stockier build, darker colors, the way they ran- well, the way they were *Running* Straight towards him- stopping at the lake's edge and speaking aloud to themselves like a loon- at least their mad ramblings were within earshot - allowing him to hear something about *Visions* - which earned a sigh loud enough to catch Blink's attention. \"Oh *Great* Some forsaken hybrid finds itself scuttling it's insignificant self within my field of view...\" He shouted from atop the rocky, snow-covered ledge he laid on as if he were the emperor of the world. \n\n\"So- to what do I owe the displeasure of meeting someone like this on my day off?\" He rested his chin in his talons, his piercing cold gaze shooting straight through Blink's soul as he seemed to examine every facet and flaw in her appearance. \"You'd be wise to go back to whatever hovel you crawled out of in the Night Kingdom. Hybrids aren't particularly welcomed in such a beautiful place as this - though, to be honest- I don't have the energy, nor the general desire to waste my time on shooing you away - I'll let someone who's on the job handle it.\" He waved his talons at her dismissively as if already ordering the poor dragon's execution from afar. \"At least *Move* Out of the way of my view of the lake... Go find the dragon with an 'azure soul' or whatever you were jabbering about concerning your *Visions*.\" \n\nAt least their opinion of the lake was formed by actually *Looking at it* - and not just imagining it with their future vision... The surface was dotted with broken sheets of ice, a clear s\n\nIgn of a particularly cold night prior - and the snow was rigid and reinforced. This place hadn't seen a fresh snow in at least two moons - each step felt like one was striding on solid ice - well, if it weren't for the fact the topmost layer of snow that had melted and refroze several times over, leaving a hard shell- seemed to break each time Blink took a step, creating a loud crunch - and making their steps perhaps a little more labored than they would've been if the nightice had learned to walk along the surface with their talons spread- like most *Superior* Dragons did. He felt almost bad for them - if it weren't somewhat amusing to watch them struggle with each step."
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{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "|~| Arctic Hare sniffed around the forest, it'd been around a day & a half since he'd eaten anything & he was feeling hungry, as he sniffed the air a few times he caught scent of a small herd of moose that were nearby, he smiled slightly & slowly headed in that direction, making sure he didn't run into anything or trip over something |~|"
},
{
"author": "Laviin",
"message": "Although the whereabouts of the hungry IceWing, he had not noticed his prescense, eyes keen as he eyed the same buffalo. He crept behind a buck and pouncing on it, using his knife to help with the kill. Grunts of him and screeches of the animal bellowed through the once peaceful forest, the screeches finally stopping when the cloaked SkyWing had ended his kill. He looked around to the silence, the buffalo retreating deeper into the woods. He started to drag the beast along the white tufts of snow, staining it red."
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "|~| Arctic Hare's ears perked up as he heard the screening of the moose, he assumed some other IceWing was hunting nearby & crept over to the source, spotting a trail of blood that was fresh, he followed it, soon spotting a cloaked dragon, his worsening eyesight couldn't tell if this dragon was another IceWing or perhaps a hybrid, he decided to call out to the stranger instead of going up to them |~| \"Hey!, You there!\""
},
{
"author": "Laviin",
"message": "He turned, his hood covering most of his face but he kept his chin up, allowing the stranger to see the pink in his eyes. Surely the stranger would notice his own SkyWing figure? But with a confident voice, he replied with a smile: \"Hello, what do you need?\""
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "All g, do you want me to ping you when I'm fin?"
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "|~| Arctic Hare gave the stranger a friendly smile, his eyesight refusing to let him see the stranger properly |~| \"I just decided to say hello, I don't think I've seen you around here before, but then again my eyesight doesn't let me see much of anything nowadays\""
},
{
"author": "Laviin",
"message": "He chuckled, his alugh a soft rumble. \n\"Don't worry about it, I fear I haven't seen you around, either. Besides, I often have to manage my store. A little one it is, but tought management.\" He laughed again, his eyes sparkling."
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "|~| Arctic Hare laughed as well |~| \"What sort of store is it?, It seems interesting, maybe you could show me?\""
},
{
"author": "Laviin",
"message": "\"Of course, I'd be honoured.\" He said, turning on his heels and dragging the fallen moose. \"It contains various objects such as furs, hides, furnishing and- well, I could go on all day. It's not far from here, as I live in the forest surrounding a small village, Flonma, I believe.\" He said as he walked."
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"Ah I see, I think I've been to that village before, It was years ago though so I don't remember much, But I am intrigued about your store, it sounds interesting\" |~| Arctic Hare remarked, walking behind the other dragons as he talked |~|"
},
{
"author": "Laviin",
"message": "\"Yes, yes. I didn't know about it before I came. I owe my life to them.\" He informed with some emotion in his tone. Though, as soon as he touched on the subject, he swirved away. \"What are you doing out here if you know not of the village?\""
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"I was looking for something to eat, it's been around a day & a half since I last ate & I was hungry\" |~| Arctic Hare replied, almost tripping over a root but catching himself quickly |~|"
},
{
"author": "Laviin",
"message": "\"Ah.\" He thought for a moment, then continued, \"We could share the buffulo. I primarily want the hide, after all. Though, it'll take a while to harvest the meat. Perhaps stay awhile, if I'm not being too forward, of course.\" He almost winced at himself, being terribly blunt.\nIn the near distance, his small stone, compact home as well as his store showed. It was cheaper to live in your own store, and it felt nice in a way. It had a stone chimmney which was weakly whisking out smoke into the sky. Chimmneys were estranged in the Ice Kingdom, and for obvious reason, but didn't feel a need to explain it, afterall, it felt entirely familiar to him."
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{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "\"Sure, I don't have anything to do anytike soon if I remember correctly\" |~| Arctic Hare said politely, Looking up as he saw a small, stone house, Arctic Hare guessed it was the dragons house however he found it slightly odd that there'd be a chimney, especially in the Ice Kingdom |~|"
},
{
"author": "Laviin",
"message": "Before arriving, he had stored the buffalo in a nearby, cool hut. Putting his talons over the circle hanging knob, he almost opened it, hesitating the last moment.\n\"Excuse me, sir, but I must warn you it is rather hot in there.\" He informed, importantly. Many of his customers did not stay long despite them having extra time. Not because of they disliked his company, rather the heat made them feel rather uncomfortable."
},
{
"author": "ArcticHare",
"message": "|~| Arctic Hare looked at the stranger for a moment, \"Why would an IceWing want to be hot?\" He thought to himself before guessing that he may have been a Hybrid |~| \"That is alright, It can't be hotter than the Kingdom of Sand can it?\" |~| Arctic Hare light-heartedly |~|"
},
{
"author": "Laviin",
"message": "He chuckled, readjusting his wings under his cloak.\n\"I sure hope not, but please, inform me if you're uncomfortable, I'll be more than happy to snuff out the flames.\" He said politely, knocking on then opening the door as a gust of warm air enveloped him. He sighed contently, as even if his cloak did provide warmth, the fullness of the fire completed him. Entering inside, he walked past the various items on sale and toward the wooden bench at the back, slipping behind the bench and took off his cloak, the snow already melting off it.\nWithout the cloak, he was revealed to be tall, muscular pure SkyWing with a dark, pinkish red staining his scales. His underbelly was a vibrant pink which matched his eyes. Not a hybrid at all.\n\"I believe I haven't caught your name, good sir.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "I'm about to film with a friend of mine so I'll reply soon"
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{
"author": "\"Iceberg",
"message": "He limped along, eyes scanning the snow below him as his scents of pine infiltrated his nose, making it harder to smell easy prey. He wasn't injured, rather dragging his right talons on the snow below, trying to uncover secrets held hidden, for even a carcass would be a prize. His wings tucked evenly beside as a wind whirled up, bristling the trees above him with such grace even when the branches started to creak, announcing its old age, and Iceberg breifly mused whether or not the trees had been touched by hot embers during the scorching. He shook his head, spines rattling as a fear clasping at his throat as he remembered what he had lost in favour for victories. He took a step back, his striking yellow eyes darting up the tree. His stomach gurgled, announcing his hunger and a helpful reminder to focus on now and his needs. Hunger distracted from his fears- so on he went, trudging through the snow with a limp to his foot and slightly tense shoulders- a hint of cautious nature to his awareness."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "The thick green storm of evergreen encased Iceberg in a makeshift room where branches dense with needles acting as walls that stretched from the sky downward- branches drooping towards the floor from the weight of fresh snowfall - occasionally, chunks of compacted ice crystals would drop from the branches where they were thickest and hit the ground with a harsh *Thud*- in a forest as this as this, it was unnerving, but also somewhat comforting- like raindrops of a glass window on a spring afternoon... The forest itself was empty besides the trees that had only claustrophobic tunnels beneath their branches - only enough room for a single dragon - and each time a snowball hit the ground from the trees- it sounded vaguely like the sound of footsteps. \n\nCalve was out and about- another moment of respite all to himself... It was funny how often he made these little outings as of late- he wondered what they meant for him - was he \"Peopled out\"? Or was being the head of the Ice Palace finally wearing on his mind like wind erodes sculptures made of light, fluffy snow like the ones he used to make during his days as a dragonet. . . He had almost forgotten about those times- though never was the time to lament on the past, it was time to step forward into the future he had carved for himself like the finest ice sculpture the kingdom had to offer- and so he pressed forward, talons crunching in the fresh snow, and his tail swaying left and right as he walked, his head held high with a sense of unkempt pride he could never shake even when he was alone- as he walked his tail moved behind him on the ground, leaving a winding shape like one a serpent might leave in the sands of the golden dunes.\n\nThen he came upon a clearing- one opened straight up to the sky where blankets of grey kept the harsh sun from melting the snow... Despite the potentially dreariness - the sight of the undulating great folds brought a sense of comfort, not dissimilar to the kind of comfort a rainy day with a nice bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich might bring- oddly homie despite being out in the depths of the wilderness - the sound of Iceberg's approach was distinct - compared to the sounds of falling snow there was a pattern that could be identified by his keen sense of hearing that caused the spines on his neck to raise as his curled his head towards the source of the sound - instinctively opening his wings to increase his presence which was only intensified by his colors that could only be described as glacier blue meets the most golden ray of sunshine in all of Pyrrhia. He certainly looked the part of being in a palace if nothing else."
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He limped along, his talonsteps irregular as he peered at the trees, stopping for a moment to sniff at a rodents trail leading to a trunk, bowing his head down to peer at the routes dug into the frigid earth before a rodent of some kind hissed at him, trying to claw his face with sharp claws. With swift movements, he staggered back, hissing indignantly- stepping back and biting the air as if to insult the critter which had long since gone. Grumbling, he had his head down low, the hunger gnawing at his stomach as he moved, now without a limp but tail dragged nonetheless. The sky was dismal from what was filtered from the endless pine needles. He hadn't given the weather much notice, really, as he trudged on. Who cares about the clouds in the sky? As long as there was light, he could keep moving- to where, he didn't know. But it was the only thing to do, to survive until you can find what to live for. Atleast- something that didn't induce fear and cause disruption.\n\nAs snow crunched under his talons, he suddenly stopped, some instinct pulling him away from his thoughts and into now. A paralyzing fear overtook him, his limbs frozen to the snow he touched, wings slightly outward as he looked up seeing a regal, composed IceWing who looked almost snarling- in his mind- anyway. His strained, yellow eyes merely looked up at the stranger with only one thought: *He knows.*"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve looked the stranger over for a few moments, taking a few bold steps forward and to the left so that the side of his body faced Iceberg- The butler had never expected to find someone out here- though- that seemed to be a sentiment he held for most places- perhaps the Ice Kingdon's population had grown a great deal since he last read a scroll or book on the matter- he thought to himself. As he spoke his voice was suave, warm, and somewhat inviting as he held out a talon and did an exaggerated bow to the younger dragon. \"My my- I didn't take it I'd be finding company in the great evergreen forest on a day like this.~\" He softly chuckled, raising an eyebrow at Iceberg who seemed on the brink of baring his teeth. \"Is there something wrong? Surely *I* Didn't frighten you- I assure you have nothing to fear- though perhaps I should drag you back to whatever classes you're skipping out on?\" Calve chortled softly- clearly joking, but there was an odd seriousness in his eyes that suggested otherwise.\n\n\"Ah, forgive me- I haven't graced you with my name and title- My name is Calve, and perhaps you know of my position in Hyperborean's palace as the head butler. Apologies if we've met before- I see so many faces, it's hard to keep track, especially when there's student visitors.\" Calve took note of the faint scratch on Iceberg's snout- and with the scent of one of the forest voles on his face- and the alerting sound of a hungry belly, it was easy for Calve to put the pieces together so they fit together like the most magnificent puzzle. \"How quaint- coming to the forest to grab a bite to eat I see.\" Something about Iceberg was- off, he was young, not in school, he was hungry if not sickishly slim- and not in a city- he wasn't sure if he ran into an outclaw in the making or one of the most unfortunate members of their little society- regardless he wanted to keep playing the part of the unobservant, ignorant, if not vain member of nobility. \"If you need some help, I'd be happy to assist- catching them isn't hard-\" He scoffed and rolled his eyes. \"Though I suppose I have one of the most unlikely teachers regarding the matter- perhaps it's a story for another time- or at least once you get something to eat. Why don't you come with me? I promise I don't bite- that'd be poor manners, and manners happen to be my field of expertise."
}
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{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "His jaw clenched and heart pounding, he had time to take in the vibrant IceWing who held a suspicious amount of warmth in his voice, flinching away as he held out a talon, growling softly. He watched as he bowed, words lost as Calve joked, merely shaking his head in response. He didn't want to go back- even if so many paths he went on led to there- he just wouldn't. His talons, curled in the snow edged for solid ground, to plant himself in the earth if only to keep him upright. He faintly recalled classes he used to have- how carefree he and his classmates were- he shook his head again. He wouldn't go back.\n\nHe tilted his head at the position Calve held, releasing his grip on the earth from his front right leg and taking a step back at the mention of new faces. He didn't know what Calve saw behind his calcuating eyes- but figured whatever it was wasn't good, something that held reasons to leave- yet the mention of food made him stay, and Calve seemed nice enough, even if abit haughty at times. He attempted a laugh- albeit being fake and forced at the mention of manners, trying to dishevel the unease that built into him which made his movements stiff and cautious."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Iceberg seemed tense and anxious - this was a dragon that had something to hide - but had little in the ways of experience regarding *How* To hide it- Calve just hoped he wasn't dealing with a serial murderer in the midst of the snowy evergreen forest- though Iceberg would only be a problem if there were more dragons about of course. He pushed the thoughts of suspicion from his mind- whether this dragon was good or bad- at least in this moment, that was irrelevant. \"So, tell me- your quietness- what's your name? I'd at least like to know what to call you...\" He turned his back to Iceberg, gesturing with a talon in a beckoning motion to follow him and started walking in his desired destination- the edge of the forest near the tundra, it was the best place to catch critters in the snow - especially as the day began to grow colder, the tunneling voles, shrews, and mice would be heading in from the fields where they foraged for yellow berries hidden under the snow during the day. \n\nAs the two walked- should Iceberg have at least headed the call of his own stomach - Calve continued to converse, trying to break the tension to the best of his ability. \"So- do you come out here often?\" He chuckled at the cliche nature of his own question. \"I mean- it's beautiful is it not? Certainly, a destination worthy of an admirer- and before the scorching - it was one of the key hunting grounds for or kind... You could say we've domesticated ourselves like we've done to scavengers- but hopefully after today, you'll at least know how to get yourself something to eat.\" Calve tried to smile warmly at Iceberg- but it came off as- conceded if not smug- though in truth, he was worried- not for himself, but Iceberg- he wondered what brought a young dragon to be all by themselves in the wild like this- away from friends, family, and future - where did this dragonet belong? What was their story?"
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "Slowly, he followed Calve, eventually catching up to be side-by side yet still a wingspan apart. He didn't answer the question, even if Calve did acknowledge his quiet nature- instead shaking his head, ready to bolt if the stranger dared to inflict a scratch or even come too close. The lure of food was intoxicating, but he wouldn't be caught with bait. \n\nCalve's vibrant, gleaming scales were an oddity to Iceberg, never seeing such pristine, healthy scales before. It made the forest look somewhat dull in comparison. *Definetly a palace dragon* He thought, keeping his eyes to his talons and ignoring Calve's attempts at conversation, taking the words in but acting like he was in a different world entirely. After his final words, he glanced back toward Calve, immediatly turning hostile to the smile, growling in suspicion that turned into fear. *What did he want? Does he know?* And perhaps more importantly, *Is he leading me to a dead end?*"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve didn't mind talking to himself - it was kind of therapeutic to be able to talk - to be able to lead the conversation instead of following it like he usually had to do when talking with the various members of the icewing court. He could probably talk on and on like this for hours, even if Iceberg didn't answer and looked like they were drifting between realities. The older icewing chuckled after giving a glance to Iceberg. \"I suppose that's fair- I guess following is enough to hint that you're perhaps at least listening to what I'm saying.\" He continued his laugh- though gave a pained wince at Iceberg's growl- \"Er- sorry, smiling isn't particularly my forte- or at least making it genuine... When you're dealing with royals, everything's forced to some degree- not to say I don't like serving the palace of course- it just has it's own- extreme version of our cultural norms.\" \n\nThe two finally came out to the edge of the forest- in front of them stretched hundreds of miles of frozen wastelands dotted in hills, mountains, ice caverns and ravines- and behind them was the stark contrast of the living- but quiet forest. Calve pressed his snout to the ground- taking in the area's scents as he stepped forward, his tail flicking right- then left sharply as he silently marched to the left... He talked in a hushed tone as he continued. \"The trick is to distribute your weight-\" He glanced back at Iceberg with a more convincing smile to say the least.\n\n\"If I had to guess- while you were walking through the forest, your upright compact posture was making it difficult for you to catch anything, let alone get within tail's length- Observe~\" He stretched his legs out to either side and opened his talons- in any other situation it would look rather awkward to say the least, but as he stepped forward and opened his wings, the imprints he left in the snow lessened to a considerable degree- as he stepped forward the crunching of the snow that could be heard before became a whisper as a puffed up portion of snow moved along the empty field between tundra and forest- slowly. Something was moving beneath it, and Calve had already been heading in the direction of its approach- once he was close enough, he jumped quickly in the air and dove headfirst into the deep snow- his tail and blacklegs sticking out in an unceremonious fashion, but when he claws his way out of the snowbank - in his jaws was a large snowrat- still squirming for a moment before he dispatched it with a quick flex of his jaws. \n\nHe pranced over to Iceberg and set the food down in front of him with a smile, wiping the crimson from his face with a grin. \"It might be a little unsightly- but... It's the best way to do it- three of those and you'll be full. Wanna give it a try?~\" He sat and closed his wings tight against his back- seemed the 'palace dragon' knew more than perhaps half of the court- a subtle hint that he might not have been entirely what he seemed himself."
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He listened to the IceWing drone on about offending and not offending higher ranks, dismissing it with a grunt. He was curious on why he would be sorry though, was he supposed to be sorry? Surely dragons have done worse things without apoligising. Well, it was true, but he guessed in some instances dragons deserved it, jaw clenched as a fear grasped as his throat. He moved on, putting one foot infront of the other until they reached the edge of the forest- a sight that was incredibly jarring, especially when previously met with what seemed to be endless trees. \n\nSitting down, he watched Calve move, adjusting his posture and 'distributing' his weight, Iceberg sneering distrustfully at the smile- even if it were more genuine, flicking his tail. He felt quite bitter as Calve critiqued his movements, who wasn't even there to see his own posture. Yet he watched, acknowledging how stupid Calve looked whilst he leapt into the snow, tail and legs a strange but funny sight. \n\nHe flinched as Calve pranced proudly over, standing up with a defensive hiss, stepping backwards. The snow underneth the rat slowly became crimson, and Iceberg's eyes looked up at Calve then down to the rat, as if asking permission- almost desperate, even. After a moment he swiftly ducked his head, possibly cracking a few more of its fragile bones as he grabbed it and darted away in one motion, keeping Calve in the corner of his eye lest he tried something as he tore at the flesh of the rodent, hungrily gulping down the scarce meat.\n\nIt wasn't long before he was done, licking the blood off his teeth. Personally, he doubted three would be enough to fill him up- especially of how small they were- but food was food, no matter how much there was. If Calve was focusing, he would've noticed how Iceberg's shoulders slightly relaxed. Still a suspicion still piquing his eyes and caution in the way he held himself but a little less so, but fear told him to keep his secret, and he obliged with a sudden snarl.\n\nLeading with Calve's advice, he wandered toward the frozen wasteland, ear flicking and adjusting his posture- mimicking Calve, spreading his wings and talons. Strategically- or rather just so Calve didn't realise,- the left side of him was in view, so if Calve didn't notice the burns already, he wouldn't this time either. He knew it was inevitable, but delaying the inevitable was better than nothing, he guessed.\n\nSensing some movement, he crept upon the snow before pouncing, diving snout first into the snow, feeling engulfed of sorts. Snapping his jaw on an old, discarded root from a tree long gone, he yanked it from the ground, emerging from the snow and instrantly spitting it out- the taste of dirt not the most desirable."
},
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"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve watched with intrigue at Iceberg's habits- oddly enough reminding him of the sparse encounters Calve had with scavengers from time to time- or perhaps observations of any wild animal- the way Iceberg snarled, hissed, as well as just the way he carried himself across the snow when around Calve- it was distrustful- though that wasn't to say he had earned any semblance of trust- but it was more like even when others didn't entirely trust each other, there was at least a somewhat cordially friendly demeanor that was almost uncanny depending on the level of distrust between individuals. \n\nAs Iceberg looked up at him with a hopeful, pleading expression- Calve simply nodded before Iceberg grabbed it and raced away as to not eat close to him, another rather- animal-like habit, he noted- though there was a glimpse of the younger dragon lowering his guard if only for a moment, which proved to be promising. Seemed he unconsciously set a goal of at least getting Iceberg to say something, and any progress in the right direction was pleasing.\n\nIndeed, Calve hadn't noticed Iceberg's burns- the way he held his wings taught to his body obscured any visual of them and the way Iceberg responded to Calve looking at him wasn't always with the most positive reaction- so he rarely kept his eyes on him for long. \n\nEven still, Calve watched with interest as Iceberg mimicked his hunting strategy- it was odd seeing someone echo your movements- he had never fancied himself a teacher, but here he was nonetheless... At Iceberg's dramatic failure of pulling the root from the ground- he let out a lighthearted chuckle. \"It's okay- I promise I didn't excel my first few tries either. No matter how hard that may be able to believe.~\" He grinned and paced over to his new pupil but kept Iceberg's preference of keeping him at a distance of a few meters. \"The trick isn't so much your eyes, but your ears...\" He cupped a talon around his right ear as the sound of another approaching rodent resonated through the cold air and another mole trail through the snow made itself known. \"Sometimes the sight of the hill itself is misleading, face your ears towards the origin of your prey, it'll help you know whether to calibrate yourself left or right when you make your leap... No go on, give it a try. If you don't succeed, don't worry about it- we can try all night till you can get it down.\" Calve smiled happily, though it didn't subtract from how serious he seemed to be taking this if he were willing to stay out here 'all night'- in truth, seeing Iceberg in such a state wasn't something simply catching him something to eat would mend- he had to do more than just give him a temporary fix to the plight of hunger, give a dragonet a snowrat and he'll eat for a day, teach a dragonet to hunt that snowrat, and he'll eat for a lifetime- that was his philosophy on it anyways."
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "The support he recieved was strange and he merely sniffed in response, utterly confused by the determination of the palace dragon. *Maybe they're all like this,* He thought, tilting his head. Strange, haughty and nice- he wasn't even sure of those words went together correctly. But what if he was wrong, and it was all an elaborate scheme? Reason fought his emotions, merely making him more conflicted than before. At Calve's encouragement to try again, thought for a moment, wondering if he was serious. Anyways- he flicked his ear, listening out for the small thuds as the critter moved, the soft squeaks of it calling to its friends, something or other anyway, inner turmoil forgotten for now. Mimicking Calve's movements once again, distributing his weight evenly among the snow, closing his eyes and bringing his head to the snow for better sound. \n\nA flash of excitement went over his face as his jaws latched around something live and squirming, accidentally dispatching it with rough jaws whilst underneath the snow, bringing it up and proudly showing Calve. Sure, the rat was probably old and slow, but he ate the meal triumphently anyway, piercing through flesh with sharp teeth as it filled his belly. Besides- it was much better tasting than old roots. Greedily, he finished the meal with a couple gulps, licking the blood from the side of his maw before wincing, looking up at the vibrant IceWing.\n\n\"Sorry,\" He said, pausing, clearing his throat so to make his voice not as weak, considering he hadn't talked in a while. \"I should've got you some,\" He looked down, ashamed to meet his eyes. His wording wasn't exactly right- perhaps *Left* Was a better word, but to him it didn't matter."
},
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"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "A sense of pride washed over Calve- for the first time in a long time- it was for someone *Other* Than himself as he saw Iceberg succeed at the task- no matter if the prey was old or weak, the point still stood that he did in-fact, succeed- and typically someone's more encouraged to keep trying the more they succeed- especially the first few times they do. The victorious look on the silent, skeptical dragon's face was a nice change of pace he couldn't help but be beaming over as he gave Iceberg a 'thumbs up' gesture. \n\nHearing Iceberg's voice for the first time was almost startling- a part of him almost accepted the dragon might've been mute entirely- but the fact he had succeeded in his own subconsciously formulated goal of getting at least one word from him- made him exceedingly happy - though he tried to subdue that joy out of habit and partially not to make Iceberg feel *Too* Out of place. \"Nonsense- I take it you haven't eaten much in a great deal of time- besides- It's not like I'm hurting for prey myself. Serving in a castle has its perks. Anything you catch is all yours, though that's not to say I haven't taken your consideration for me for granted.\" He gave Iceberg an encouraging nod- an ice crystal of Calves being wondering if he would've made a better teacher than Butler- though it was easy for him to get overzealous at his own success.\n\n\"I'm just happy you were able to succeed- don't suffocate that sense of pride with guilt, savor it. It's part of what being an Icewing is all about- at least in my perspective.\" He paced a bit closer- though continued to adhere to Iceberg's preference for a considerable degree of space. He didn't comment on the grammatical error- though in most situations, he certainly *Would* Have- and without a second thought- Iceberg seemed to be a special case- and that was only exemplified by the sight of scars along the younger dragons body- only adding to the questions on Calve's list. With how Iceberg moved though, seeming to avoid showing those scars by going out of their way to prevent the potential sight of them being obvious- it was perhaps best not to discuss them. A dragonet like Iceberg shouldn't *Have* Such scars in the first place- though among older Icewings - scars could be seen as a sign of prestige and victory over whatever delt the blows that created them. \n\n\"Now that you've gotten your first taste of victory against the snowrat scourge, perhaps we can work together to catch them moving forward- It'll be twice the efficiency, and of course- I'm not hungry at all. Any extras we might catch - you can save in cold-storage wherever you sleep- that way you'll certainly have something to eat even if luck runs dry and few snowrats show tomorrow after our little war on them today.\" Calve stepped past Iceberg, seemingly ready to participate as an idea flashed to his mind. \"We could always make a game of it~ Since I've got a great deal more experience- every rat you catch is worth two points, every rat I catch is worth *One*.\""
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He smiled at the praise- even if he didn't want to. It felt *Nice* And warm, like his Mother congratulating him on a sorry excuse for a trick he'd been trying to master for hours on end, all the hard work paying off with a gentle smile and soft eyes. The thought of her made him worry, and he looked up at Calve, bearing a question on his tounge- not one he had been asking himself for so much time now, but a new one, tailored to him. He never said any words, but there was a curious glint in his eyes.\n\nHe kept this question at the back his mind, listening to Calve intently, repeating his words in his mind so he wouldn't forget them. The knowledge felt valuable, watching carefully as Calve paced closer, wrinkling his snout slightly. Calve seemed knowledable and maybe a little trustworthy. He was nice to be around atleast, sometimes forgetting to fret about his fears. \n\nHe smiled at the proposition of a game, showing his teeth. He hadn't played in a long time, and though he would've never thought he'd play a game with a palace butler, he was certaintly willing to try. Before Calve could announce any start or finish, he bounded off, swiftly sprinting to an area more secluded but still within sight of Calve, for optimal hunting area, of course. As he pounced into the snow- and sometimes getting stuck- sometimes gaining a rat for his troubles, promptly returning the kill in a pile near where they originally stood. In one case, he saw an arctic hare, racing toward it before it could burrow under the snow, smiling boastfully as he added it to the pile."
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"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "\"I didn't say-! Oh- whatever, I'll win anyways~\" He chuckled and off the both of them went off to the races - as nightfall fell fast over the tundra, more and more prey retreating from the darkness and towards the forest made themselves known- snowrats, arctic hares- and lone caribou Calve tipped Iceberg off to instead of precuring for himself - by the time the two had finished their little game and the points were tallied up- it had become clear that Iceberg had one- though certainly in-part by the fact his points were doubled and Calve counted the arctic hair as *Four* Points and the caribou as *Twenty-four* Points. Regardless of wins and losses, Calve sat and gave Iceberg a round of applause for Icebergs haul. \"Excellent work!~ You're much better than most nobles- and...\" He leaned in with a grin \"Don't let Hyperborean know- but I think you'd beat him *Too*.\" He chortled softly and gestured to the feast the two had put on the metaphorical table. \"Eat as much as you please, you've certainly earned it- as for any leftovers you have, we can store them near your place of residence. Though- I must admit, if you're ever hungry again and can't find anything to hunt- you should go to the 'Gift of Subsistence' it's south of here towards the Sand Kingdom- three holes carved in the ice where you're guaranteed to catch something to eat.\"\n\nEven from hunting, Calve was particularly hunting- and it felt right to let Iceberg keep everything caught given the circumstances. \"That's the most fun I've had in several moon cycles- and I haven't hunted like that since I was your age-\" Calve cringed at the comment as if it brought up somewhat unpleasant memories - but quickly threw the smile back on his face and continued. \"Though- now that we have a moment of peace between us and the game is won- perhaps you wouldn't mind answering a few questions?\" Calve scoffed at his own comment. \"Three moons I sound like a member of the guard- apologies... Anyways, perhaps we can just start with a simple question - what's your name? I ask out of curiosity - but mostly so I don't have to call you 'boy' or something like that.\" He chuckled and made himself comfortable while Iceberg was able to dig into his meal."
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He laughed at his remark about the King, even though he felt the thought was hyperbole, laying down as he ate parts of the feast, pulling the hare to the side- it being a particular favourite he was saving for last. He bit down hungrily, lavishing in the feast the duo had prepared. Iceberg glanced at Calve when he mentioned the gifts, something he had neglected to acknowledge much at school. The reason he avoided those towns were true in his mind, but perhaps if he went under the guise of night... He'd also have to work on his flight, aswell. He nodded at the suggestion though, \n\nIceberg rolled his eyes as Calve spoke \"Since I was your age,\" Raising a brow to see if Calve was serious. Watching Calve's snout wrinkle up as he cringed amused Iceberg, continuing on the caribou leg, the hunger slowly being sedated. He listened to Calve waffle on, figuring it must be pretty easy, considering his own quiet state- the sudden jarring silence making him stop eating and peer at Calve for a moment, recollecting what he said. The silence was uncomfortable, with no cracking of a fire, bugs songs or an owl hooting to help soothe the silence into quiet. He debated whether or not he should pass on a fake name, espeically since he was in the higher ranks of IceWings... Yet Calve had been kind to him and seemed to be genuinely so.\n\n\"'Berg.\" He said, somewhat like an unbelievable lie or a cautious truth."
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"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve found amusement as Iceberg's lively and less hostile reactions - \"Well- I suppose it was more like I haven't had this much fun hunting sine I was your age.\" He rolled his eyes in response- enjoying the bit of banter. \n\nWhen Iceberg revealed his name, Calve raised an eyebrow as his expression shifted to something more questioning. \"Berg...? So like- short for Iceberg, right?\" He tilted his head - if that was this dragon's attempt at a pseudonym, then it definitely needed some work. \"Well- *Berg*, what brings you so far from civilization?\" Calve laid down on his side, throwing his legs out a bit and resting his head in one of his talons. \"I can't say I haven't enjoyed a bout of solitude myself, but all things considered... You've been out here for a while, no? I'd get awfully lonely without someone to talk to . . . Though it doesn't seem you're much the same, though at least you're a good listener.\" He chuckled and continued on.\n\n\"Certainly, you must have a home to go back to. I'm sure someone's worried sick wondering where you are.\" Calve's eyes drifted upwards towards the starry night sky as the sound of a nearby snow owl filled the gap in his tangent. \"Even so- it's not my place to drag you back - whatever reason you're here- it must be because you're running from something, a dragon- a situation- maybe yourself- if you're happier out here, I only hope that you're *Safe*.\" He debated saying something but seemed to give into the impulse to bestow his righteous wisdom upon his new pupil. \"When I was younger, my father used to make me stay out here all alone- I was much younger than you, so I'm sure you're fine- but when you're little more than a hatchling, a polar bear can be quite intimidating- though, even though those long nights scared me- I guess my experiences in the wild led me to being useful for you today- it's weird how things work like that. It's like some nightwing prophecy.\" He cackled at the idea-\n\n\"Though, if you ever need any assistance- you can find me at the palace- or perhaps from time to time- I'll come back here if you're not comfortable going to the great Icewing capital. You're alone- but you don't *Have* To be alone.\""
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "His heartbeat seemed to rise, pumping against his chest as fear made his full belly feel weightless. He had his mind to keep him company, and when it drilled fears and guilt into his head, he had his stomach to look after. Solitude fit him like an awkward yet still usable glove, on his own he learnt how to hide, to adapt to his environment, and even if he couldn't find enough food, he chewed on the bark of trees, growing used to the uncomfortable circumstance he'd put himself into. He didn't say anything, merely creasing his brows.\n\nAt the mention of a home to go back to, he folded his wings tighter against his back, shuffling his right foot underneth the bloodied snow, muscles tense. Earlier fears started to dawn on him as Calve talked, flinching as the owl hooted. \"I am safe.\" He managed to say, not meeting the IceWings' eyes. He shuffled his foot out of the snow, in a position to bolt if he needed so. He glanced up worridly when Calve mentioned NightWings- Iceberg himself never had a predjuice against them, but their powers spooked him- prying into his mind and leaving spiders to wander and dig- stories his brother told him late at night in their shared bedroom, using the moonglobe he'd taken from one of the trips to the IceWing palace and demonstrating to Iceberg how the NightWings had stolen the moon for themselves. Reason told Iceberg Calve was joking, especially with the burst of laughter- but stepped but nonetheless.\n\nHe took Calve's words with a grain of salt. It was safer to be alone, whether he liked it or not. His expression showed how he took Calve's final words: skeptical, distrustful and perhaps a little desperate."
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"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve noticed Iceberg's negative response and turned away with a pained expression. \"I... See- that's alright, I suppose- as long as you're safe.\" It became apparent a questionnaire wasn't the best approach for this easy-to-spook individual. He let out a deep sigh. \"You can leave whenever you wish- I can tell you'd like to go, but at least mark the spot so you can come back for your food when I'm gone...\" Calve stood up and paced away from Iceberg- feeling he'd overstayed his welcome from the younger dragon's panicked responses to his words - \n\n\"You have no reason to trust me, but I won't tell anyone of your existence- perhaps you are just happier out here, and that's okay. At least we had a little fun, right?\" He gave a nervous chuckle as he continued to walk further away from Iceberg, seemingly getting ready to leave as his tail flicked about- \"I suppose this is farewell- I have duties to attend to anyways, so that's quite alright.\" He forced a pleasant grin- even though he was sad to leave Iceberg out here by himself in the wild. He wished the best for the dragonet- but felt there was nothing left to be done- Iceberg was certain to run off any moment- at least if he left, Iceberg wouldn't abandon all the food they had caught and thus let it go to waste. \n\nCalve opened his wings and looked back one last time at Iceberg - \"If there's anything you'd like to say before I go- now's the time.\""
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "His wings drooped slightly. He didn't want Calve to leave- but he didn't want him to stay. Plus- some moments were alright. A conflicted expression crossed his face, pained to decide on what to do. He enjoyed the social, even if it was strained by his fears in more than one place. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to make sense of the situation, his jaw clenched as he thought, considering the butlers intentions and taking note of the promises Calve made. But he was right- *I am happier out here-* Iceberg stopped thinking about it so doubt wouldn't have time to settle in. Taking a shuddering breath, he opened his eyes, seeing Calve about to leave, his last words echoing in his mind. \n\nSlowly, Iceberg ducked his head, grabbing a snowrat with careful teeth from his own pile, snow crunching quietly as he cautiously approached Calve, carefully placing it on the snow. As soon as he dropped the rat, he swiftly ran back, looking at Calve with a tilt of his head- tail swaying expectedly. He held eye contact with Calve, waiting for him to accept his offering before breaking it, glancing up, meeting his eyes once again. \"Do you... Want to leave?\""
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"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "He was surprised by Iceberg's reaction - he - in truth, didn't expect anything to be said - an awestruck, almost confused expression made itself manifest on his face before he settled back to a smile and shook his head. There was a sense of conflict- leave or do not leave - it didn't feel right leaving Iceberg on his own - but at the same time, Calve was sure he'd be able to take care of himself regardless of his presence or intervention. \"Do you want to know the truth...? No- I don't want to leave.\" He laughed nervously for a moment- \"But I know you can take care of yourself, you're strong- Besides- as much as camping out here is a nice proposition- I have duties in the morning to attend to.\" He gave a disappointed look, though it was true- he was perhaps busier than most dragons, and if he didn't show up tomorrow on-time there'd be hell to pay. \"I can come again sometime if you'd like- or perhaps we'll meet somewhere else - I doubt you stay in one place very long after all.\" \n\n\"It was very nice meeting you, Iceberg. Stay well till next we meet each other, okay?\" He smiled and took the snowrat gently in his jaws before taking off into the starry night sky- quickly disappearing like a comet against the infinite void of stars above."
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "His eyes brightened- even if he himself was little disappointed with a strange mix of relief- Calve didn't want to leave, and the thought made his heart beat happily, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. *Being a butler must be annoying,* He thought, never being the one to be on time- also admiring how short the flight must take, considering he had to be back by morning- albeit perhaps a bit earlier to rest. \n\n\"I'll be around,\" He said vaugely, tilting his head at Calve's wishes for Iceberg's wellbeing. He watched as Calve took the Snowrat, powering north. A cool breeze helped recollect his thoughts, and without a word, he turned to the pile of caracsses, selecting the most nutritious to bring back first. Flight wasn't the easiest thing, especially with the narrow forest decreasing wingspan and ability to flap at times, pines needles occasionally bristling his wings. With his talons and mouth full, he returned to a cave found earlier, before bumping into Calve. Landing on the snow below him, causing a satisfying *Crunch,* Letting go of the kill and gathering some fresh snow in his palms. Walking awkwardly in the cave, he found a cool, secluded spot and gently blew frostbreath on the already cold stone, placing the snow ontop, grabbing a carcass or two and dropping it into the snow, adding more snow ontop and blowing frostbreath on it.\n\nHe repeated these actions a couple times, making sure the snow was nice and compact to delay rot, once in a while returning to the pile Calve and Iceberg had stacked, carefully transporting the cargo. He looked at his work with a sense of accomplishment, yet something ebbed at the edge of his mind- a lonliness only emphasised by the now gone social interactions the duo shared- even if about half of it seemed to be negative.\n\nSeeking something to sedate the feeling of lonliness that was ironically ever so present, he spent part of the night gathering snow from outside the cave, carefully constructing a rounded blob with a strange face, somewhat resembling a dragon- using himself as reference. Securing some spots with gentle blows of frostbreath, he subtracted pieces to match the natural curve of muscle, adding a tail that curled near the body. Using a rock for each eye, he smiled at his creation. It was no masterpiece- the shoulder looked choppy and wings two small pine branches with new growth and hind legs non-existant.\n\nThe few pine needles on the edge of the small branches seemed to be crystalised, the rocks eyes seeming to glisten with life as he carefully blew frostbreath over the structure, securing the pose and a guarentee to keep it cool during the night. Nimbly, he curled up- tail following the one made of snow, arms stretched out and head tucked outside of his arms, facing the wall. He sighed, content as he slowly fell asleep, he and the snow dragon."
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"author": "Crystal",
"message": "An averagely sized dragonet, through she was rather skinny, stumbled into a small shop with a large, bulky Sandwing following close behind. She was covered in snow, but her large fur coat, mitts, and tail and wing coverings helped to mitigate the risk of frostbite. She took her fluffy hood off of her head, her scales shining a bit in the light due to both her natural sheen and the wetness from the melting snow on her body. She shivered a bit before shaking herself not unlike a dog, getting the snow off rather efficiently. She checked in with her guardian before turning her attention to the wares that the store supplied. She put a talon out, grasping onto the wall and feeling across it until she found one of their many cloaks, growing rather intrigued by it.\n\"Oh wow..\""
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"author": "Laviin",
"message": "The store had plenty of mismatched items, to the left, an abundance of cloaks and accesories of varying sizes were hung up on the planked wall with smaller accesories as well as gear and tools on a low shelf. There were also hides and skins of deer and polar bears shown on the wall, the two held its shape by the held of steel. In the middle of the room there lay a beautifully embroided red rug with pattens carefully sewn of snowflakes and other strange shapes to complete it. On the right, a blazing open fireplace completed the cozy interior, a kettle balencing on two iron 'lines' right above the flames. On the mantlepiece was a wooden framed clock, candles, folded scrolls, inkwells and some pieces of art. \nIn the far back, there was a counter and a jar of dried venison and a little beyond that, a surprised yet welcoming face at the arrival of an IceWing dragonet accompanied by a SandWing. \"Come in.\" He encouraged, as if the howling wind outside wasn't enough for them to wander in."
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"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Srry I took so long—"
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"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "I ENTIREKY FORGOT ABOUT THAT HELP AHDVJD"
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"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Bow N' Aro** Leveled up!"
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"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "Thanks, OwO bot HAVSJDH"
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"author": "Crystal",
"message": "Her long, thin ears twitched as she let everything set in. She was able to hear the clock ticking, the fireplace flaring, the blizzard pounding the store outside, and now, suddenly, the Skywing. She jumped, turning her head towards him and taking her talon off of the cloak very quickly.\n\"Oh- um, sorry!\"\nShe grinned rather sheepishly, scratching the pinkish scales on the back of her neck as she walked a bit further into the shop.\n\"Um... Your cloaks are really cool.\"\nShe hesitated, feeling the rug under her claws. Her grin turned a bit less sheepish.\n\".. That's a nice rug, where'd you get it?\""
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"author": "Snakebite",
"message": "The rather giant Sandwing followed in behind her. He didn't need to shake off the snow- the second it was able, the warmth radiating from his scales quickly melted the snow, steam slowly billowing up from his body. He looked pretty mean, with his mass amounts of jewelry and his metal-tipped claws. He had what looked to be a dragonbite viper scar, but it was right in his muzzle. Surely, that would have killed any dragon within a matter of seconds... Right?\n\"Yeah. No, it is. Thanks, by the way..\"\nHis voice was gruff, but he mostly just sounded tired.\n\"That storm's been raging since yesterday.. Not really the best travelling weather.\""
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"author": "Laviin",
"message": "He tilted his head at the dragonet, trying a comforting smile before realising she must be blind by the way her ears flicked and claws felt around, as if sensing the room around her. \n\"It's fine, really. They're not merely for display.\" He chuckled, glancing up at her strange acquaintance but greeting with a genuine smile as well. His eyes took attention to the (scarring was it?) on his muzzle, but made no mention.\n\"Thank you. As for the rug, an IceWing helped me make it- well I helped her.\" He corrected. \"Making rugs is surprisingly different then cloaks.\"\n\"I'll say,\" He said, replying to the tired SandWing. \"Almost tumbled into the everworld if not for some gracious IceWings.\" He laughed lightly as if it were a mere mistake then a life-threatening situation. \"Do you need anything to drink, eat?\" He asked the travellers, implying the things were free if wanted."
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"author": "Crystal",
"message": "\"Oh! Huh..\"\nShe hesitated once again, before going back over to the fluffiest of the cloaks. She never really needed them due to living in the rainforest, but she was enamoured nonetheless. She adored how soft they were against her body, it was like she was being hugged by a huge, fluffy, cute animal. Like a sloth or something. She let her talons drift across the fabric, admiring it.\n\"Yeah, it probably is, huh? Weaving versus sewing and all that.. Both are pretty cool.\""
},
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"author": "Snakebite",
"message": "\"Um... Yeah, right.. Are you okay..?\"\nHe seemed a little concerned, but had to take a moment to think about that question. He looked over to Crystal.\n\"You hungry?\""
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"author": "Crystal",
"message": "\".. I wasn't gonna say anything, but yeah.\"\nShe chuckled nervously.\n\"We haven't really eaten since the day before last. Our bag with all our food got lost in the storm right when it was getting bad.\""
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"author": "Crystal",
"message": "\"Oh.. Yeah, thanks.\"\nShe nodded, her ear flicking once again as she heard him don his cloak. Said ears flattened back as the wind swept through, and she huffed softly to herself, scrunching her nose at the sudden cold."
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"author": "Snakebite",
"message": "He sighed, a slight bit of smoke arising from his nostrils and mouth. He busied himself with looking at some of the accessories on one of the shelves, looking through and inspecting them with a delicate touch. He didn't seem to be much of a talker, but it was also possible that he was just exhausted."
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"author": "Crystal",
"message": "\"It's alright, don't worry about it.. I'm an Icewing, uh- obviously. And I didn't grow up here, I've only been here once before and I can't really remember it, so I wanted to visit again.\"\nShe shrugged, before shuffling over to the fireplace and sitting down, listening to the meat cook.\n\"I'm Crystal, by the way. You?\""
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"author": "Laviin",
"message": "He chuckled lightly. \"Laviin.\" He sat as well, his tail curling on the rug as he glanced somewhat warily toward the flames. \"If it gets too hot, let me know, though don't rouse me if your SandWing friend gets cold.\" He chuckled, though it was framed as a joke, there was a hint of sincereness to it, as he knew how uncomfortable IceWings could get in such a heated room, so he made sure to offer to every new customer. There was a firescreen to the left of the fireplace, instead being made of merely mesh, a sturdy, heat-absorbing metal.\n\"Hope it's a good one, a refresher is always nice. I should go back to the Sky Kingdom once in a while aswell, though can't find the time for it.\""
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"author": "Snakebite",
"message": "He looked over as he heard himself be mentioned, but shrugged it off and went back to the accessories."
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"author": "Crystal",
"message": "\"Laviin.. That's an interesting name, I haven't heard it before. It sounds more like an Icewing name, no?\"\nShe mused, mostly rhetorical. \n\"Oh! Haha, yeah, I will. Thanks. I grew up in the rainforest, so I'm used to the heat.\"\nCrystal nodded.\n\"It hasn't been so far, but I think it's shaping out to be pretty alright. I think I remember that a friend of a friend goes to the Sky Kingdom sometimes, maybe they'd be willing to pick you up along the way since they'd have to pass near here anyways.\"\nHer head tilted as she considered that.\n\"I've never been there before, actually... It sounds nice. Like, all the mountains and foothills and stuff. And the wildflowers, I've been able to get some of them, and they smell great.\""
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "The wisps of a night breeze comforted his shaky talons during his prowl among the small village, sticking to the sharp shadows the buildings casted, the glow of the moons soft and pearly. A dragonet, with no intention of being seen had his nose as a guide, trying to seek any scraps one would misplace, wrinkling his snout as thirst still acquainted his hunger. \n\nEarlier, when the moons weren't as high, he gently put pressure on ice, cracks scattering across the thin surface, he then kneeling down to drink. Yet, as evident now, it hadn't been enough. \n\nForever grateful for the night's closure, he boldly stepped onto the cobblestone centre, feeling once again what it was like to live as one instead of individuals. Dread filled his stomach, all too soon the togetherness claustrophobic, hasty talons drawn to the shadows, eyes glancing back, expression mixed."
},
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"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm stepped out from the home that was quickly becoming more familiar to her than the palace itself. Breathing in the crisp air of the night, she was set to return, but before she could unfurl her wings to fly, she caught a glimpse of the figure retreating into the shadows, just at the edge of her perception. Considering the possibility of a thief, she followed, but she was hardly subtle about it.*\n\n*He would doubtlessly be able to see the imposing figure of the General as he looked back, with her looking in his direction. She wasn't quite perfect with her night vision, unlike the nighttime guards, but she was quite determined.*"
},
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "His heart pounded against his chest as a large IceWing seemed to glare in his direction, disregarding the faint thirst on his tongue and the emptiness of his stomach. Carelessly, his claws clicked on the cobblestone as he moved back- something he didn't register until the sound reached his ears- and he scolded himself for being so stupid. This is how he would be found out; and eventually forgotten. He didn't dare doubt the strength of the IceWing before him, wishing his scales were as dark as a NightWing's, helpless to blend in with the darkness.\n\nFound, tortured and broadcasted for the world to view, shunned for what he did. He couldn't open his wings which were tight to his back, almost as if they were tied together with a thick, gnarly rope."
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"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*The clicking of claws on stone made it relatively easy to follow, even through any turns, but the lack of flight told her there were a few possibilities for who the dragon was and why they were skulking around, and running at the first sight of her. Her mentor's lesson about not judging sprung into her mind though, and she sighed to herself as she followed.*\n\n*Knowing the streets of the village made it somewhat easy to follow along, and it was only a matter of time before they made it to a clearing, or a dead end, then she'll get answers. She gave a huff of cold air from her nostrils, the moisture freezing into diamond dust.*"
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"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*The speed she heard him eat at was telling of his physical state, and the fear, no, the terror, he felt, enough to try and hide himself under a crate in an alleyway... Her mind raced at the possible reasons, she didn't see anyone matching his description in any warrants, and they passed by her desk often for stamps, unlikely that they missed her every single time.*\n\n*Did someone hurt him, someone close to him? The betrayal of trust could result in some of them, she'd seen it enough, but it didn't fully fit... They would find a safe place, and stay there, this almost certainly wasn't that... As he peeked out, and growled at her, the look in his eyes gave her pause, she had never seen a dragon holding as much fear in their heart as him. The growl was, as admittedly cute as it was worrying,* \"You need to growl from your diaphragm if you want it to be scary, not the throat,\" *She says, a classic technique, distract them with talking, lessen the fear, reduce the risk of injury for both guard and civilian.*\n\n*She lowered herself to the ground, bringing herself to eye level with him, it was hard to mask how worried she was for the scared dragonet, but, she did her best to give him the softest smile she could, despite how much it hurt her muscles to move from their usual permanent scowl, she placed her claw on the ground, facing up, and held out to him,* \"My name is Snowstorm, what is yours?\""
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "Her comment confused him, cutting his growl off. What did she want? Why would she advise him? Was she... Like him? Would she understand- or would she berate him? He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, the suspicion clawing off the earlier quizzical expression, growl discontinued though jaw loose.\n\n As she began to lower herself, a sudden growl escaped his maw, teeth bared and posture straightening as he flinched away, head still low to the ground. Yet she smiled. Not only that- she revealed something as personal as her name. *Snowstorm,* He repeated in his mind, wondering if he had heard it once before, as per his father's previous work. His father said minimal words compared to others, so it was unlikely, yet those words carried importance, for they were less spoken.\n\nHe didn't realise the tension in his talons, glancing down at them and straining to loosen the tension, it being sore afterwards. He glanced back at Snowstorm. He didn't speak.\n\n||"
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"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"See? That is good posture for a growl,\" *She said, her size, and decades of combat training, left her rather unafraid of the dragonet's threat display, but she did realize she was worrying him, and slowed her motion, while shifting to her side, she already knew with a push from her wings, he wouldn't make it to the next turn before she was close enough to catch his tail at the very least, so she was free to take a relaxed, non-threatening stance.*\n\n*It was possible that he may have heard of the name, mostly due to her tenure, having been a General for quite possibly his entire lifetime,* \"Do not worry, I have no intention of hurting you, nor reason or anything to gain from doing so. I only wish to talk, and make sure you are alright.\""
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "His shoulders lost some of its tension- her words were so.. Bewildering. What did she want? As she slowly moved, his eye watched, careful, as if stalking prey, or rather, his predator. As she took a comfortable position, he glanced toward the opening, ever patient in his plan to run away.\n\n*Only* Talk? Maybe if he talked, she would go away and he could flee to... Somewhere. \"I'm alright,\" He said, voice strained with tension, using her own words so not to add nor degrade to the 'conversation'. Perhaps she would now leave, now he gave a satisfactory answer. Yet with her persistence, it seemed unlikely. Besides- it wasn't not true, he was safe in the confinements of isolation, he was alright. He wasn't not these things, surely not.\n\nHe curled his tail closer to himself, away from the barrel. There was no use in hiding anymore."
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"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*His short answer was evidently not satisfactory to her, she let out a sigh, frustrated more with herself than him, before saying,* \"You are hiding, I do not know from what, someone or something, yourself or another. But, as a protector of our kingdom...\" *She thought for a moment, and amended her statement,* \"No, as a mother-to-be, I can not let a dragon as young as you struggle like this. You are hiding under a crate for Spirit's sake. I need you to look at me, look me in the eyes, and tell me. *Are you safe*?\"\n\n*Clearly, this was bothering her much more than she realized, her voice crack came out of nowhere for her, but the thought of leaving this dragonet, even as close to adulthood as he was, to suffer on the streets alone was, devastating for her, in a way she never would have even considered a possibility before meeting Gyrfalcon. Part of her imagined her own dragonet going through what she saw before her, and it broke her heart to see, as much of a figment of her imagination it was.*"
},
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He growled slightly, shifting further back as she spoke. Difficult, his father would've once called him. There was no use in thinking about him now, though. He hated how she spoke to him, as if he were in need of help, so much so it took time out of other's nights, and spent resources, such as the singular fish, without payment. It made him feel such *Guilt.* He was alright. He was fine. He *Is* Safe. He hadn't realised he was averting her eyes until she mentioned something. \n\nLooking into her eyes and mustering the courage, he sat up, back arching against the crate, slowly sliding until it stopped, it still against his back. Narrowing his eyes and practising his tongue to make the sounds, he spoke, rigid yet firm: \"I am safe.\"\n\nNo more was requested, so no more was said. He felt his heart pelt against his chest, like the rare occasion of rain that usually developed into a hailstorm. Defiant in the act of saying what he felt, he shifted his right talons away of view, the scars would enact too many questions, many of which he was unwilling to answer."
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"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding, her instincts holding more sway over her than she imagined, but, hearing him break from his frightened state to speak up eased her thoughts,* \"Good, hold your head up high, and do not feel like you can not ask for help, be it pride or feeling as if you are not worth it. My mate's home is nearby, ask for Gyrfalcon.\"\n\n\"I know I am not easy to trust, and that you may not want my help, but I will be here for you, if you ever do want it. You deserve to have a place to sleep comfortably, and to not have to go without eating. And if you need someone close to your own age to talk to, ask for Kittiwake,\" *She stood, a little slowly, she knew she barely got through to him, and that he was hiding something, but, she did what she could, and at least got some food in his belly. Pushing him more was bound to make him resent her, so she left it at that for now, perhaps time, and maybe getting him to talk to Kittiwake eventually, would help.*"
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He narrowed his eyes, suspicion clouding his vision. Turning himself in to others, relying on their intent and trust the bars of the prison home won't cage him forever. Yet there was little to fear, admittedly. If he did introduce himself- tail between his legs and unsure, undoubtedly- Snowstorm showed no evidence of recognition of him.\n\nHe repeated the name in his mind. *Gyrfalcon.* It always helped him remember, re-clarifying things. Another name in his head without a face, it was almost strange. Like the name on a letter. Something so personal, yet meaningless without an identity.\n\nDeserve. Did he deserve it? She knew nothing of him, how could she know? And how isn't she confident he *Isn't* As good, to deserve it? *Kittiwake,* Another name he had to remember. He wasn't the best with names, so the practice of repeating, atleast in his head, had become common to him. He eyed her cautiously as she began to stand. Perhaps she was about to leave, and perhaps he didn't have to run.\n\nHesitant, he spoke up, this time without being urged by her. \"Do you- are you-\" He made an expression before restating his words. \"Are you affiliated with the military?\""
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"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*His unprompted question made her stop mid-step, lying was bound to break what little trust she managed to build with him, but the revelation that he was talking to a general likely wouldn't go any better...* \"I am, why do you ask?\" *She nods, looking back, this time, she left him a path to get out, no longer cornering him, even her posture changed, not seeming to be ready to leap at a moment's notice.*"
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"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snow couldn't help but notice his reaction, she didn't know what the cause was, but gave a short,* \"I am sorry, that was probably in bad taste,\" *His anxiety slowly growing, from the way his tail was starting to flick, brought some amount of worry to her. She looks around for a second, not sure what to do to try and ease him, before taking a deep breath and making a decision on it.*\n\n*With a step back towards him, she placed a claw on his shoulder, as gently as she could, and draped her wing over his back,* \"I am here, if you need someone to talk to, to talk about what is bothering you, I know it helps, it helped me, when I was only a little older than you. Even if you never want to see me again after this, I am here for you, right now. You can hate me for overstepping, for bothering you, for chasing you, all I care about right now, is not letting someone go down that dark road alone, not like I did before I found my mentor.\""
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He barely noticed as she moved closer, the feeling of her claw on his shoulder aching his stomach with stress. An urge to scratch his arms tempted him. No piercing of his scales, just a simple itch that inflamed, like pins. He desperately wanted to believe her words. He wanted to believe those pretty *Lies.* \n\nAnd he almost did. But something was protecting him from that falsity. Faces flashed in his mind. So genuine. So fake.\n\nHe kept his eyes down. Silence was his only answer, accompanied with a slow shake of his head. His talons started to hurt, the way his claws curled into the crevices of stone.\n\nIceberg forced himself to look up, into her eyes. Why was she so good at lying? He felt his jaw loosen, posture give in just the tiniest bit, his eyes felt watery, relaxing slighty. It'd be so easy to say those words that twisted on his tongue for so long... But, what about...*No.*He shook his head, ridding the dangerous, blissful thoughts, his expression splintered into agitation, baring his teeth before biting her arm, flinching backwards just to get away and hissing defensively. \n\nHis tail flicked and he snarled at her, wings slightly lifted and shuffling backwards as his mistake dawned on him. He was an idiot. He knew it already, and if it wasn't proven before then it was proven now.\n\nHe should run. Why aren't his legs moving?"
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"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She could see him fighting himself, his expression changing by the second, the inner conflict becoming more evident as time went on, every time he starts to calm, something snaps him back into that defensive state, she couldn't understand why he was so desperate, something must have happened.*\n\n*Her touch on his shoulder quickly revealed the tension in his muscles, but, before she could reassure him, or even open her mouth, his teeth sunk into her foreleg, it wasn't deep, or even as hard as she had gotten before, but it did make her recoil with a breath suck through her teeth, as well as a swear under her breath as she looks the wound over. The teeth that found their way between her scales, or through, in the case of his incisors, left her bleeding softly.*\n\n*When she looked back, and saw his face, the defensive hissing, the dawning realization of what he just did to her, she could feel her heart stop for a few moments, and feel the emotional pain in her chest... She looked back to the bite, and back to him, before sighing, her desperation tactic had to be employed, she stood once more, and stepped forward to grab the dragonet, pulling him, into a hug, cocooning him under her wings, her grip now more firm,* \"Fine, no talking, only this. I am sorry for pushing and prodding before you were ready...\" *She was almost certainly close enough to see the scar on his wing now, but, she does not seem to bring it up. Instead she looks down into her wing cocoon, an alien feeling coming over her, a wetness in her eyes she couldn't explain.*"
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"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "A surprised grunt came from his maw as he was grabbed and cocooned, struggling in her grasp. Squirming, he tried to break free of her grip, to little avail. Perhaps he could bite her again... But she persisted, even with the wound he'd given her, something he'd rather not think about. His short growls and grunts were dismissed when she continued talking, giving up against his struggles with a childish snarl, eyes narrowed and looking for escapes as he listened.\n\nIceberg sighed, a long, tired sigh, proving his reluctance to be there, but also the comfort he didn't want to receive. It was strange, being hugged. He hadn't been in a long time, and yet it didn't feel all too comfortable. As his heart beat slowed, yet him still on edge he looked around. The rotting wood of crates, the soft touch of snow as it started and at the delicate membranes of her wings.\n\n*A tremendously determined dragon,* He thought, glancing up at her, unsure if it was a good thing or not. He didn't embrace her back, yet didn't struggle. It was like a strange blanket of protectiveness that had it's own spikes if you were too comfortable."
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "The world was black, white, and gray.\nThe world was happy, sad, and angry.\nThe world was big, small, and medium.\nThe world was quiet, loud, and moderate.\n\nFor the first time since her birth many years ago, the goddess of desolation appeared in a different form: her true one. She was a skeleton, stripped bare of her heart and skin and lungs and lips. Her body was tiny and insignificant. If one were to swiftly pass her, they would likely miss the childlike deity.\nShe hid within the gardens of Gaia, yet she did not understand the fear within her. All of the power in the world was in her hands! Should anything disruptive come her way, dismantling it would take the snap of her two fingers.\n\nThe goddess was *Bad*. Two drumsticks flickered in her hands, and she tapped the air in order to make sounds. With trembling arms, she created a hushed beat. Why had she done the things that she did? Why did she love Edon? How come she possessed Amythyst and not someone who would have fought her back?\n\nShe sobbed. Tears flowed from her skeletal eye sockets, raining down ominously.\n\nWhy?\n\n Why?\n\n Why?\n\nIn spite of all of her empty blames and curses, she bore total control of each and every choice that she made. The Mother, Yggdrasil, did not *Make* Her ruin her life. She had done that herself.\n\nWithout a warning, her sadness turned into fury. She was a child in a goddess's body, attempting to play the role of a big girl. The flowers and lants were so beautiful. The drumsticks fell from her palms, and she began searching for indigo flowers. After all that had happened, blue was still her favorite color. Her sobbing grew muted, yet it did not cease. \nShe had never sensed such emotions before. Lifting up some foliage, she was surprised to discover a rodent beneath it. Melancholia sniffled and did not regard him, not quite noticing that he was a god. Her fingers targeted a big cerulean flower next to him. \n\nShe had tried her hardest to preserve its beauty, but soon enough it grew wilted and dull. The child deity started sobbing even heavier."
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"author": "maximaybe",
"message": "The mouse sat next to the flower, and watched the god beat the air with sticks, and create sound out of pain. This was his first experience of music, and it would stay with him for many lifetimes. He felt a small tear run down his mousy cheek, but he brushed it away, as it tickled his whiskers. He sat next to the blue flower, and watched her play her music.\n\nAs she reached down to pick the flower, he glanced at it, then turned back to her, watching as the flower in her hand wilted. He twitched his nose. He straightened his fur on his stomach, a little, just to make sure he was presentable. Perhaps this would be someone he could make food for. A pair of delicate lavender wings, like those of a dragonfly, slipped out from his back, and he flew up onto her skeletal knee, pulling from his satchel a second strawberry, which he offered up to her with two hands.\n\nHe had considered blueberries, but thought that since blue had been a colour for a sad song, red must be a colour for happy ones. It was a particularly delightful strawberry, rich and full, with pips in uniform spirals around it.\n\nHe was a small thing, and small things feel emotions harder then big things, because they fill them all up and leave no space for other thoughts. So he breathed away the thoughts of sad things, and thought about berries and pie and soft grass, and he hoped with all his little heart that the girl that made songs out of pain would feel similar things, as he held aloft his fruit offering.\n\n\"My name is Laumi. You have big emotions. Who are you, blue flower person?\"\n\n*He asked simply, with no particular anger nor happiness in his voice, only a neutral tone of facts, as though what he was saying was as irrefutable as their presence. He was not expecting any kind of surprise at his speech.*"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "As her fingers grasped at the dying flower, she tried her hardest to preserve its life. The petals turned went from purple to gray to green to brown. It idly drooped down in its place, as though the inhumane plant was emotionally affected by her aura.\nThe goddess of sadness sniffled. Strung between grace and ugliness, she appeared to contradict herself in many ways. Her empty hands rested upon her full sides. The atmosphere was melancholy, yet her gaze was angry.\n\nWiping her eyes, she gently begun cleaning up her tears. She wordlessly stared down at the little mouse. He was a soft creature, and it was hard to imagine him doing anything malicious. How come he was born benign and she was born with malevolent interests?\n\nWithout the words to thank the divine animal, the deity took the fruit and peeled off the leaves. It did not die in her hands. She did not have a stomach nor a digestive system entirely, yet she took a small bite of the strawberry. Its sweetness was unlike anything else that she had experienced; no person, perhaps, other than the love goddess had been so... Sugary.\n\nJust like the little rodent, she was similarly a small thing. Melancholia's body was not an example of an extreme case, but it still proved Laumi's thoughtful ideation. Small things felt the world more intricately than large things.\nHer fingers stroked the god's back. They were clement and forbearing, wintry and full of ice. \n\n\"My..\" She lifted the mouse into her palm; she hoped that he would not object, for he was so very soft and pleasant to the touch. \"My name is Melancholia. I do have big emotions. I am the goddess of sadness and music, dearest little mouse.\"\n\nCopying Laumi's speech format, she quietly murmured a flat introduction. His strawberry had seemed to muffle some of her depression. She picked up a drumstick and started hitting her femur with it, creating a hollow, melodic sound. It was beautiful, and not nearly as disconsolate as her last song."
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"author": "maximaybe",
"message": "Laumi twitched his whiskers a little as he listened to the god speak, closing his eyes in a pleased way as she stroked his back. It was cold, but it was gentle, and Laumi appreciated it. Laumi had no real concept of right or wrong, at such a large scale. He knew that hurt was bad and kind was good, but beyond that he did not think of himself or any other as any more benign or malicious then any other being. Big concepts weren't his forte.\n\nHe hopped into the hand happily, placing himself dead in the center, and Shrinking very slightly to fit better. He curled up a little, but made sure he was still facing her at least.\n\nHe took out a small collection of berries, and arranged them on the palm of her hand, placing them in a pile and starting to nibble at one, gesturing that she should take as she pleased, as a couple of raspberries tumbled down on to the floor. Laumi didn't seem to mind.\n\"You are Melancholia.\" He agreed, repeating her. \n\"Sadness and music... These things are big. I am the god of small things, I think. Be it creature, creation, or comfort, if it is simple and small, it is my domain.\"\n\n*He bowed slightly, using just his head, before setting back to work eating.*\n\n\"Mmmf. Your songs make thoughts.\" He said matter of factly. \"This one makes me feel good.\"\n\nHe smiled as mice do, not by doing anything in particular, but simply allowing the observer to understand that the mouse is happy through an ethereal kind of empathy, as he let his tail dip in one direction then the other in time with the beat.\n\n\"You are like me. We are small creatures, and small things make big things. You make the biggest things.\"\n\nHe paused, then nodded to himself, apparently confirming what he had just said to himself."
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "He was a tiny animal, a gentle beast who had already gained the goddess's favor. As she stroked the god of smallness, she could not help but appreciate how soft and kind the deity was. Laumi was better than Melancholia and all of the others.\nWhen the mouse entered her bony hand, she quietly curled her fingers upwards. There was no manipulation in the simple movement. She was ensuring that he would not fall from her hand, for if he were to try, he would be stopped.\n\nHe was incredibly orderly. The simple observations she made about Laumi brought peace to her mind; they were simplistic and tiny, chewable concepts, and she was more than capable of handling those. She smiled. In spite of the fact that there was likely a sickly plan motivating the adorable rodent, he was too therapeutic to disregard. \n\"Sadness..\" Melancholia sniffled. Picking up her drumsticks, she used one to softly stroke Laumi. Sounds of tranquility would emerge. To the deity of desolation, rain was audible in her ears. \"..Can be small. Like you. Yes, it can be so very small. Just like music. We can both be small.\"\n\nHer skinless face made it hard to create expressions. After a slow struggle, she managed to share the smile.\n\"Goodness has.. Never been my strength.\"\n\nAn indigo breeze tainted their fruits, turning the reds purples and the blues blacks. Melancholia suspiciously observed the fallen raspberries. Then, deciding they were not poisonous, she slipped one into her mouth.\n\n\"How come you don't make the biggest things, though?\" She childishly blinked. Had she forgotten all that she had done?"
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Finding his way to a new place, he ventured inside one of the many gardens of Gaia. He didn't really know what this name meant, but every time he thought of it, he felt a profound love and respect, the same way he did with Yggdrasil. \n\nThe place was so beautiful that once he touched the grass with his bare feet, something clicked in his mind, and he was whole again, with this form recognizable upon looking through the mist. \nHis eyes shined when he saw how good it was to look at the stars there, and how beautiful the trees and flowers were. He couldn't see a single leave that wasn't bright shades of green; olive trees were everywhere; there were very large apples growing; and there were also umbu trees that looked so green it didn't even feel real.\n\n\n\nPondering, he went to sit on a wood bench, happy to prove honey dipping in a fountain.\nThe stars were so pretty, he couldn't take his eyes off them.\n\nMaybe he would find some company there, but for now, the rest was enough..."
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Guerre arrived back up the World Tree, unsure of what to do next, deciding to just wander around. He had just finished talking to that 'Seiji' fellow, leaving him to create his realm as he wished. A God of Order. That's what he was. Guerre found it naive that the newborn could create order from nothing. He didn't like how easily Seiji picked out a king for that realm. Thoughts of a possible invasion entered his mind. Give those mortals something to fight, give them suffering to make them stronger.\n\nGuerre blinked, and he was in a garden. He recalled seeing them when he was first brought to this world but paid no mind, seeing it as a waste of time. But that was a few hundred cycles ago. He was a slightly changed God now. At least, he hoped he was. Guerre decided to surge forward and explore the place.\n\nIn truth, Guerre needed this. Or at least, his mortals did. They were like worker bees. Born to fight, fight to win. They erected large stone walls and weaponry to tear down those same walls. They were excellent soldiers, but they weren't exactly celebrating their conquests. Simply just fight and move to the next. It just didn't feel right to the deity. They needed to properly celebrate their victories. A reward. But also a form of conflict, something Guerre needed more of. A chance to make them weak for others to take over. That's what breeds true strength, a fine cacophony of work and reward.\n\nGuerre happened upon an apple on his walk. Curiously, he bent down to pick it up. He didn't have any of these fruits back in his realm. Guerre continued to stare at the apple for quite some time."
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Feeling a little bit better, a lilac appears on Algen's hand. There's another being in the garden with him, but he doesn't seem to notice how his appearance has also changed.\n\nThe cut on his finger is still there, he could heal this easily, even though he doesn't want to.\n\n\n\nAlgen got up, still holding the lilac, and got closer to the strange Deity.\n\nWhen he was close enough to be clearly seen, he took an apple in his hand, shook it in front of the deity, and took a huge bite smiling."
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Why is this thing so red? Should he add this to his realm? Would it be combatively feasible to launch this towards the nearest infant? Thoughts raced through his head until he noticed the figure before him. Another deity, Guerre guessed.\n\nWhoever they were, they showed him how to eat it. So strange. You don't need to peel off the skin to eat it. Guerre shrugged and took a bite himself, the decision to integrate this fruit into his realm up in the air.\n\nHe ensured to make the biggest crunch he could, amplifying the sound of his teeth making contact with the apple slightly higher than it should be, until it made a satisfying CRACK.\n\n\"Thank you,\" Guerre said, his voice slow and cautious. He was unsure how to gauge this deity or even if they spoke at all. \"Do you live here?\""
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "He never saw anyone eating an apple so violently, but he didn't interact with anyone besides Madness and had never seen anyone other than her. \nHaving an unobstructed vision was really new. \n\nThe other Deity asked if he lived there, it seemed they didn't know those gardens, including the one they are in, were all creations of Gaia. \n\nHe shook his head negatively as an answer to the question, then sat on the ground, using the wound in his finger to write.\n\n\n\nLooking up and watching as the other being kept his attention on his writing, he continued:"
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Guerre watched with curiosity as the diety sat on the ground and wrote on it to communicate with him,\n\n\"So you don't speak.\" Guerre said, surprised, \"That's a new one for sure.\"\n\nHe raised a brow at where this person said where their realm was. 'Far away'. It seemed interesting, perhaps he should make his next venture there.\n\n\"The gardens. Shame, you look like you'd be an excellent groundskeeper.\" The god complimented him.\n\n\"I'm Guerre.\" The god went to squat down to his height, \"And you name?\""
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Algen smiled with the compliment, maybe he should think of making a garden on Nevarain, close to the ruins, grow some forget-me-nots there.\n\n\nHe wasn't very interested in telling Guerre that he, in fact, could speak but chose not to.\n\n\n\nHis bright blue eyes looked directly at Guerre, and his dark blue hair flew with the wind. He had a sad expression and an angry one at the same time, looking too much at him was unsettling."
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Guerre nodded, \"Pleasure, Algen, the mute god that writes with blood.\" He wondered about the domain of this new god. His appearance seemed devoid of color, and combined with his pale skin and bluish hair, it gave Guerre the impression that they were a ghost. It was strange but ultimately interesting.\n\nGuerre raised a brow at the second comment, \"Another newborn. I keep running into your kind; it's quite the trip.\"\n\n\"What am I capable of?\" Guerre tilted his head. He had never been asked that question by another of his kind. A slightly sinister idea formed in his head—although it was the only way to show what he was capable of.\n\n\"Take a look at my eyes,\" Hummed the god, inching closer to Algen now, letting him stare into his eyes. They were blue, like his, but only in a darker shade. There was no white part of his eye, just all a deep blue, \"Take a deeper look.\"\n\nIf Algen dared to do as he asked, his body would sink. Sink deep into the ground as the Garden disappeared, and all that surrounded him was darkness. The darkness consumed him for only a second before a vision approached him.\n\nHe saw a field, its grass stomped down and yellowed from the boots that marched upon it. Then he saw the bodies. Bodies of men and women scattered across the dead field. Tattered banners of a forgotten nation stood tall and flapped in the breeze.\n\nBut amidst all this death, there lay a sign of life. A single soldier, their plate armor chipped away, and his face battered and bruised. He was tired and injured. But he was alive. And even despite this, he felt powerful.\n\nThe scene shifted into several images flashing in front of Algen. Images of armies with their heads up high as they marched out into the unknown. Images of men and women in the front lines of some battle, carrying spears and shields, all seemed scared shitless but still stood tall. Wars fought for Kings who knew not of their names. Prayers sent out to gods who won't fulfill them. Holy wars cast in the names of those same gods. Algen saw the destruction that Guerre could do; deaths of husbands, fathers, wives, and mothers—but also the creation that Guerre was capable of. The strong men and women that come out on top and achieve victory.\n\nWithin moments, Algen was snapped back into the Garden. As if nothing happened. It seemed as if time was still when he viewed those images.\n\n\"I hope you enjoyed it. I never really tried it,\" Guerre grinned, almost proud of his own work."
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Algen laughed almost maniacally, his many voices echoed, and multiple laughs, each possessing its own intensity and tone, mixed with each other, Guerre was impressive, but nothing compared to letting Madness and vice embrace his essence, painting wars more gruesome and terrifying than any of the ones Guerre showed. That didn't mean that he wasn't an interesting being, he sure had a beautiful, chaotic nature. \n\nIt's just that Algen felt like showing all this was an attempt to scare him, and if it really was, unfortunately, it didn't work. \n\n\nA smile played om Algen's lips. Guerre was too pretty to be menacing, he had a little flower on his hair, and despite being very muscular, he still had this soft expression on him. \n\n\nThere was no choice now, he needed to change forms again in order to keep this going. Letting the mist free, he made the smoke spread through the garden, obstructing Guerre's view and making him dissolve into nothing right before reforming again. \n\nThis time he was a smaller boy with dark purple hair and purple eyes that looked like grapes. He was still devoid of color; the only difference is that now his vocal cords weren't damaged. \n\"Perhaps...\" He ventured, and the many voices echoed once again, so low and soft that it was very hard to hear. When he spoke, it felt like talking with the wind. \"War doesn't need to be brutish to become lethal.\"\n\nAnd looking to the garden covered in a gray cloud he shrugged: \"I can see that there's beauty in disaster.\""
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Guerre joined in the laughter. He didn't want to try to scare Algen. He wanted to answer his question as honestly as he could. He was a war god. That's what they did for most of the time—for what he would usually see when he closed his eyes. Guerre found the god interesting. And it would have been a plus to see such an outwardly frail-looking thing squirm in fear. Algen impressed Guerre in that way. He'd rather someone not flinch in the ugly side of conflict.\n\n\"Incite?\" Guerre scoffed, \"Please. Most of those mortals just stir it up themselves. I'm just here to give them a small push.\" A hand combed through his black hair.\n\n\"What did you expect me to look like? Let me guess, some tall, burly-looking man; his chest protruding out of his shiny golden armor?\"\n\nGuerre cleared his throat and deepened his voice to sound more gruff and gravelly, in a purposefully poor impression of a stereotypical manly man; meanwhile puffing out his chest, \"Maybe I sound like this? With a big, fuck-off sword attached to my back?\"\n\nGuerre held that pose for a good second before puffing it out and shrugged, \"I find this form to be more comfortable and suiting. Not all soldiers were big and strong; they had to be lean, strong enough to carry their weapons, but not so big that they lug around. Some even got a little fat in their bellies to keep them alive during the hard months.\"\n\nHe watched as Algen reformed into someone different, letting him speak. He was mildly surprised at this but didn't expect more. They were gods, after all; they could practically do anything.\n\nAn interesting way to convey your voice, he thought, but interesting.\n\n\"Good.\" Guerre grinned, \"Not many see the beauty in the destruction. I respect that of you. Many of them just see War as a means to an end, or maybe just as a tool to wave around. But it's more than that. It's a test. A test of wills; of strengths and of attrition. The true rite of passage where boys become men and girls become women. It doesn't need to be brutal or lethal; some wars can be fought in a day, or can have years spent without a single casualty.\"\n\n\"...But I can't lie, the battles ARE what make it interesting and dare I say it: fun. But what do you expect from me?\""
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Laughing like this with someone he just met proved to be a healing experience that Algen hadn't anticipated when he chose to leave a part of himself in this garden. Grateful for the decision, he thought how this conversation was being helpful to him.\n\n\"Are mortals this hostile?\" Algen asked, his expression seemingly oblivious to the complexities of how mortals can behave.\" It appears that I came to my conscience missing a lot of things.\"\n\nPondering how big his own ignorance was, he sighed and said, \"Perhaps my lack of knowledge is simply a result of insufficient time to actually think. There's much left for me to discover.\"\n\nWell, now he was exploring parts of his conscience that weren't before, thanks to Guerre.\n\n\"I did expect you to be more... Angry looking.\" He admitted it with a smile as Guerre made the impression of a gruff man. \"I do prefer this form of yours, though. Looking gentle suits the way you speak.\"\n\nRealizing that he had made a mistake by assuming things from this deity, he let the voices be more muffled, making it harder to be heard. \"War can have many shapes, it seems.\"\n\nGetting up and eating the rest of the apple, Algen gazed at the stars above. The brilliance of the void, the gentle rustling of trees in the wind, and the softness of the grass beneath his bare feet made him feel unexpectedly at peace. This wasn't how he expected to feel being so close to the god of war—another poorly made assumption.\n\n\"Expect?\" He mused, a smile playing on his lips. \"I expect nothing and everything from you.\"\n\nSeeing how Guerre acted, he now knew that being a god didn't dictate a singular mode of conduct. That would also mean Madness could've simply stopped before hurting him.\n\nAnger resurfaced as he contemplated how cruel his friend —as if he could call her that— was towards him. He showed compassion and gentleness, and she returned it with hostility and hatred. Guerre was proof that gods are capable of doing much more than what they were created for, he was there being amicable when war had so many ugly sides to it.\n\n\"You are the one who chooses how to behave.\" He answered his question. \"What you will do is up to you, but I can't say I don't expect you to know how to keep your self-control.\"\n\nCradling a lilac flower in his hands, he let the breeze carry his mist toward Guerre's feet. \"I can't imagine how disastrous it would be to let war spread through the Yggdrasil. Immortal as we are, we can't really be given to the arms of death, but we can feel the weight of immeasurable suffering.\"\n\nHis gaze shifted to Guerre, the god stood there listening attentively, \"War, in its many guises, has a profound impact on all existence. The choices we make shape not only our own destinies, but also the ones connected through Yggdrasil's branches and roots.\"\n\nThe wind whispered through the garden, carrying with it the fragrance of rain and eucalyptus. Algen's thoughts, like the mist, meandered through the unseen connection the gods had with each other.\n\n\"Yet, amidst the potential for chaos, there lies the opportunity for harmony,\" He continued. The lilac flower looked ethereal in the embrace of the fog. \"As gods, we wield not only the power to make discord but also the capacity to shape understanding, compassion, and balance.\"\n\nContemplating his own words, Algen shrugged at Guerre. \"I expect you to consider all this. That's it.\""
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Guerre raised a brow, \"If they're made right; yes, they're that hostile. IF they're made even better they'd know why they're so hostile. To test the strength of their neighbors.\" The god then furrowed his brows, \"But then again, I get some strange ones in my realm, the ones that would rather be left alone and do nothing but tend to their gardens and chop lumber until their wee little heart gives out. Strange too, I ensured that my mortals were naturally social creatures. Shame we get defects.\"\n\n\"You'll get used to it. You even know more about this damn Tree than I did- but that's fair considering how much I didn't really care.\" He tried to comfort him with this thought, \"I have yet to change my form in any significant way. I was just born in this figure. No use in fixing perfection.\" The god grinned at him.\n\nGuerre didn't hear that next part. The voices seemed too mumbled and jumbled up for him to notice what exactly this guy was saying, so he ignored it. If it was important he'd know.\n\nGuerre followed him on getting up, standing up straight and looking up with him. Stars were great. How could he weaponize them? How could his mortals do it? Oh, too early for them, they have yet to discover the potential of true firepower. His eyes drifted back down to the garden. It was nice; perhaps he would visit often. If he thought it was nice, his mortals most probably think this to be paradise. Not a bad idea to imitate in his realm. Not a bad idea indeed.\n\nExpectations. Something that Guerre didn't know he had to fulfill. He knew he had expectations towards others—the younger deities and most importantly his mortals—but towards himself? It was strange. But oddly familiar. It was another flash of his past life. Guerre was kneeling among a council of other, grey-skinned men. Their speech was incomprehensible, like trying to speak underwater. Until he was brought back to reality.\n\nGuerre didn't like being philosophical besides his idea of strength and power. Why waste your time thinking on something that doesn't matter at all? Guerre's head looked down at the mist surrounding his feet, \"Disastrous, yes; but ultimately cleansing and beneficial. It's suffering that breeds strength and character. War is a tool, a great filter, to weed out those who are truly worthy of being able to wield this unimaginable power we hold.\"\n\nHe believed this wholeheartedly. No matter the war. From dictatorial regimes fighting a rebellion to small things like two neighbors fighting over a patch of land, he believed it made people stronger. To either rise above and conquer their adversary or to seek diplomacy and reach a new understanding.\n\nHuh. Guerre thought, breaking any more deep thought in his mind, so this big tree has a name.\n\n\"True.\" Guerre tilted his head, \"Can't have creation without a little bit of destruction. But then again, you can't tell me those battles don't look like a damn spectacle.\""
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Algen smiled at Guerre. There was an undeniable allure to the god of war, a unique perspective on his domain that set him apart in Algen's eyes.\n\n\"I guess it is a spectacle.\" Algen shared, he was close to leaving any responsibility he had just to keep talking. \"I'm more fond of peace and cozy days, but battles do hold its value. I could easily watch it from afar.\"\n\n\nPlacing the lilac flower behind his ear, gracefully he started shaping a portion of the mist with his hands, trying to make something new. \n\n\n\"Your form really looks like perfection.\" He admitted in a hushed quiet whisper, one of the voices being more clear than the others. It was the first time this happened, and he wasn't sure if it was his true voice surging.\n\n\n\"Do you accept gifts?\" He asked while still molding the mist like it were clay."
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "\"Oh well,\" Guerre shrugged, \"Agree to disagree.\" He concluded.\n\nIf it were any other god that he had met, he would insult them for wanting that cozy lifestyle. Although Algen was different. He didn't shy away when he showed him the horrors of war. He seemed like good company- like Oda. Sure, he didn't seem as combatively inclined as Oda, but they seemed like they could give quite the fight when the time gets rough. Perhaps he should introduce them to him.\n\nGuerre didn't hear what the voices said, shrugging it off as usual.\n\n\"Yes, I do accept gifts,\" Guerre said, beginning to finish off his apple, \"Why? You plan to pay tribute to me?\" Guerre joked."
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "\"HA!\" He laughed out loud, \"How amusing—tributes!\"\n\nThe mist was gaining some shape, for now it was a sphere with two holes on it. \n\n\"This responsibility lies with your mortals,\" He remarked with a smile, \"But I can do something. I guess... It's my first time doing something complex.\"\n\nHe made a body for the misty sphere, sculpting ears and delicately crafting a torso— cautiously like making a sculpture.\n\"Share with me something you cherish, *Besides* War.\" He smiled, feeling a bit excited to see how this would turn out. \"Maybe a flower? A color?\""
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Guerre scoffed, \"Shame. I'd like to see your tribute.\"\n\nHe thought for a moment now, wondering something he cherishes other than war. Guerre's mind racked through his head, trying to grasp at the memories that seem so close, yet so far. Eventually he shook his head, perhaps his past life isn't ready to reveal itself yet.\n\nHis eyes followed down to his red cloak.\n\n\"I like red,\" Guerre said simply, \"That's a color.\""
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "\"Red it is!\" Algen exclaimed, his hands clapping together, unintentionally dispersing the mist head he had crafted, or at least perceived as a head for the moment. \"I'll make you present on my first big creation in honor of our meeting. You, the first to treat me with kindness!\"\n\nExcited, he embraced the opportunity to immortalize their encounter.\n\nA warm smile adorned his face as he began shaping the mist once more. The humanoid figure emerged, it was just like them, just smaller and simpler. \n\n\"I offer my friendship,\" Algen proclaimed, working on the hands, mouth and hair of the creation with pride. \"Yet, let my promise echo through my many voices—betrayal will not go unanswered. I won't be used again, and if you dare, I will end your and this entire species existence with my own hands.\" \n\nThe mist sculpture took shape. He added a rose to the hair of the fog man, it didn't have color for now, but he knew that anyone who looked at it would imagine it as being a red Rose. \n\n\"You have my loyalty if you want to.\" He stepped away from the sculpture, admiring the work. \"But if you do accept this gift, remind my promise.\" \n\nThe *Thing* He made had a weird shape, it wasn't perfect, and it needed to be polished to really be good. \n\nIt also didn't have life yet.\n\nWithout life, this was just a statue of a man made of smoke. His body was imperfect in many places, one leg was bigger than the other, and the eyes were too big for the face. The only thing that was perfectly made was the rose; everything else felt like an artist's first painting.\n\n\"Now tell me, *Guerre*, would you accept my offering?\" He spoke, and the tone of it was weird, the many voices were so loud with each other that this innocent question felt like it was impossible to say no."
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Friendship. Another one of his kind befriending him. It was easier than he thought. And apparently, all it took was being himself. Maybe the mortals should learn how to do that.\n\nHe raised a brow at the promise that Algen had mentioned. For most, it would have been terrifying or downright offensive to have someone threaten them; but for Guerre? He found it endearing. Someone on his level willing to put betrayal up there with the highest of crimes.\n\n\"Please, Algen. I don't betray nor do I turn tail. I dig my feet in the dirt and lay in my own grave if it is my choice. Don't mistake me as some brute, I'm more civilized than the others of my kind.\"\n\n\"Of course, I accept your gift. I will appreciate our friendship and your loyalty. I promise that in times of need, you only need to say my name, and I will arrive to aid, as I hope you will do the same for me.\""
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "\"Good, that's all I need to trust you.\" He shrugged and winked. \"I'm a easy guy.\"\n\nHe said this in a light way, but he knew that even a small sign of change would make him destroy their deal in a second. Algen had trust, but it was still fragile.\nDespite this, he also had a feeling Guerre wouldn't do anything bad towards him, the god of war's disposition during their conversation hinted at a great reliability.\n\n\"A red rose will always adorn the hair of my creation as proof of my loyalty.\" He said while dismantling the sculpture with the movement of his hands. \"You can always count on me, and you're always welcome in my space. I trust you with closed eyes, just as you trust me.*Do not* Change our agreement.\"\n\nHe laughed, shrugging the seriousness off, and expressed his affinity, \"I like you.\" The multiple voices echoed the sentiment as the mist gradually diminished. \"You should come visit me on Nevarain another time. I'll gladly show you my favorite flowers and fruits.\"\n\nAs Algen's form started to disintegrate, dissipating with the mist, he reflected on the shared experience in the garden. \"I had a splendid time here with you, Guerre. Perhaps, in another moment, I could show you how silent days are as good as battles.\"\n\nWith a wave to the god of war, Algen allowed the fog to embrace him, \"I bid you farewell for now, but seek me out in another moment, will you?\"\n\nAnd with that, he vanished, dissolving seamlessly with the fog that stayed in the garden along the smell of eucalyptus, rain and pine for several more moments before dissipating entirely."
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Guerre returned the wave. What do you know; 3 new gods he met in the span of a few cycles. It was quite the luck he had. He made a mental note to go to Algen's realm, it doesn't seem too hard of a task despite how he mentioned how \"Far away\" It. He also made another note to show him Valorkhan, maybe show them the stone walls that they erected around their cities. It was quite the feat. But for now, Guerre decided to leave, wondering what else he should do while his friendly bout with Oda continued."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia landed in the oasis with melancholia and gasped at how beautiful it was not to mention the sheer peace that came. For the first time in a long time she felt at peace she didn't need to worry about a realm, she didn't have to worry about her dragons it was just her, melancholia, and the oasis. She sat down on a log she found and took it all in.*\n\n\"This... Is so beautiful, where are we?\""
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "With the majority of her fragments reunited, her atmosphere was great enough to unleash a small drizzle of rain upon the two goddesses. The droplets were large, crystalline, and magnified the flowers, gently descending upon the Garden of Gaia. A blue hibiscus materialized between Melancholia's fingers. Darkly straightening her face from a frown to something less unhappy, she handed it to Olivia. The edges of the plant's petals were pale shades of indigo, while the inner core exposed rings of violet and a jutting stem of gold.\n\n\"These are the gardens,\" She could not see well, but there was enough clarity through the precipitation for her to make out the silhouette of upper branches. \"This may look beautiful, my dearest, but do not mistake it as a representation of Yggdrasil.\"\n\nBesides the pretty blossoms, a gray one grew and shriveled, dissolving into ash after only a few moments.\nMelancholia looked at the young deity."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia couldnt believe what she saw beautiful purple flowers everywhere. She attempted to smell one and the little flower hugged her nose as she sniffed it making her laugh. She looked at melancholia as she tried to not be so sad and to that Olivia gave her a reassuring smile*\n\n\"Why did a Grey one grow amidst all these purple ones? And then it turned to ash? Did I kill it?\""
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "\"The fire burns with warmth and life, but it also burns,\" She quietly murmured, stroking another hibiscus of cerulean. \"Sadness may be a comfort, but it also grows too heavy.\"\n\nIn an attempt to regain control of Olivia's emotions, she intertwined their fingers. Her touch was addictive, numbing and icy. It could not be felt at first; it took time. It would come both suddenly and slowly, a surprise to the unsuspecting.\nBut the melancholia would come.\n\n\"The garden bears many flowers, strong and beautiful, but they steal life from each other.\"\nShe gestured towards a gorgeous blossom, which was right next to the dead one."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia felt the icy calm come over her, slowly at first it was like a frost that slowly took hold then like a blizzard that came on suddenly the god found herself shivering. Olivia gave a chuckle at the irony the god of fire, cold?*\n\n\"It is certainly beautiful but it hurts to see such beauty stal life from another flower just to make itself prettier.\"\n\n*The shivering began to grow worse the longer she intertwined her fingers with melancholia, out of kindness she did her best to remain for she liked melancholia. She didn't quite understand why or how, for she didn't understand love only friendship. Could this be called love or was it just a strong friendship? The confusion began to be evident on the young goddesses face as she stood with melancholia*"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "She watched her victim shiver, feeling that same cold within her own heart. Fire could not warm it. Joy could.\n\"It is a terrible phenomenon, but *Un*Fortunately, a common one. Yggdrasil herself partakes. Deities such as I are comparable to that flower, withered, without life nor beauty.\" Gently tightening her grip around Olivia, her fingers attempted to warm the poor goddess. \n\n\"Our lives our outshined by those who are greater: The flowers who have gotten more nutrients and thus, grow bigger. I bear the burden of heavy sadness as you bear the uncontrollable burden of fire.\"\n\nShe had planted the seed. The next step was to cover it with soil and douse it in water."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia looked at melancholia with a shocked look, she took her hand not being held and turned her face to look at her.*\n\n\"Listen to me... You are not without beauty! Do not compare yourself to this withered flower, you are just as beautiful as any of these other flowers. I don't want to hear such nonsense come from you!\"\n\n*Olivia feels her passion warm her hands and melancholias as they holds hands. As if not expecting this she looks down, a bit perplexed that her own body was responding to the passion she felt for melancholia.* \n\n\"If you don't get anything else just know you are beautiful...\"\n\n*This is all she can get out before her voice trails off as she looks at melancholia*"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Her words of reassurance caressed the desolate goddess's skin, but they did not sink any further than that. \n\n\"Perhaps, I was not born that way...\" The blue hibiscus revived itself. As its buds slowly bloomed and leaves stood proud once more, she softly gazed into the eyes of Olivia. \"But this.. This melancholia, this natural hatred... The innate desire to dislike such feelings.. Everyone's views have contorted me, and I have contorted them.\"\n\nThe plant withered again. \"I have failed Yggdrasil, dearest. You may not see yet, but you will slowly understand. The animosity towards me shall come to you in swift, short-lived episodes..\"\n\nAlthough the damage from her arms had long been healed, she still traced them as if there were still divine injuries. She remembered the sight of her own ichor, drawn by another. How a love, so foreign, so shrouded by self-loving, loathed. \n\n\"I do not want you to be as hurt as I was. Please, I am no more beautiful than the deteriorated plant. You are still so lovely; it would pain me to see your fate equate to mine. Let me help you, let me show you the woes of the world before you are exposed to them yourself.\"\n\nHer fingers landed on Olivia's face."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia listened with intensity as melancholia explained how she came to be melancholia. When she said there would be animosity that would hit her, Olivia winced as she thought about the hatred that would try to creep in her heart. But no matter she had to hear this god out, she would steel her resolve but also listen with an open mind.*\n\n\"So if you want to tell me stuff then do it, tell me of the evils that exist in this world that I don't see. Show me how powerful I am supposed to be, that I may not recognize yet. It scares me to stare this in the face, but with you by my side I can face any mental strain.\"\n\n*Olivia then put her hand on melancholias hand as it was on her face. She used her other hand to steady herself, for the contact from melancholia was mesmerizing.*"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Olivia would hopefully face no hatred, for if Melancholia was successful in her endeavors, she would only ever feel the suffocating embrace of sadness.\n\nThe goddess's eyes were empty, yet they bore such depth. With the rest of the world distant enough to be blurred out, she could only properly make out the fire deity's figures. Melancholia was not perfect: her eyesight had never been good, her personality far too introverted, her domain icier than the domain of any others.\n\n\"There is no one you can trust more than I, dearest.\"\nA dainty, mumbling song from afar hummed in the background. It emerged from the goddess herself, whom only ever used her musical abilities to enhance moods. \"I will show you the truth of this world. We, and very few others, were left this way.\"\n\nThe affect of Olivia's flames on Melancholia's skin was peculiar. Bubbles of purple rippled on rings across her surface, tracing freckles and the occasional birth mark.\n\n\"Do not love Yggdrasil. When you inevitably encounter more withered souls, loving the creator would only hurt you more.\""
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia looked at her*\n\nIf I don't love the creator who do I love? Who do I trust? How do I know I can trust you?! I've only just met you... Why am I here? \n\n*She looked down and began to weep, she didn't understand these feelings of sadness and hopelessness she felt. She didn't understand the ache in her heart.*"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "She carefully listened to Olivia's words. As the goddess wept, she wrapped her freezing arms around her boiling body. The embrace united their truths and lies, yet the explosion that should have come of it failed to appear. Her fingers lovingly caressed strands of hair and bits of skin. For a moment, it was hard to believe that she had been the one to cause all of this: Her own selfish pain and suffering, the death of her non-beloved, the twisted torture of her sisters.\n\n\"I will show you, my love. Your questions are valid, and even with all of my experience, I do not bear answers to all of them. You simply must trust that I have your best interests in my heart.\"\nTo prove this notion, she pried open her ribs and pulled out a hollow heart. The act was bloodless. Any upper layers of her body were ripped apart as though they were mere threats, and the life-sustaining organ was not attached to a single vein.\n\nIt did not beat; it hummed. It created a melody, a different song for each person who was lucky enough to listen. It was a beautiful instrument.\n\nAn instrument far too beautiful for such an ugly goddess."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia looked at melon and her mouth dropped.* \n\nYou can't give me your heart! You need that to live! I do get your point, but please I can't accept this. Listen, we'll make an artifact that resembles your heart and it'll assist me through all my battles and daily activities."
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Below her considerate and empathetic facade, she truly had no heart to give. The one she held resembled a cage; strings donned one end, while an acoustic body wrapped around another. She rejected her sister's proposal and smiled. With the organ in hand, she shakily whistled a melody in a minor key and a sharp object appeared in her other palm.\n\nCan live without it, my dearest,\" The goddess of desolation and music dropped it into Olivia's fiery lap. \"It belongs in the arms of someone who will warmly nurture it, who will give its host emotion and care. Someone who will purify the wrongs it has been through.\"\n\nThere was a sharp difference between a\n\nAnd a want.\nThis was a simplistic want, an offer that the young deity was free to run away from. However, if she accepted, it would strengthen the bond between them. Melancholia needed that.\n\n``TW: self harm in the next section``\n\n\nThe image was swirled. It was composed of spirals and stars, a night sky that the goddess's own realm would never get to see. Connected constellations were spread throughout the twisted artwork; in a way not yet known to Olivia, each one symbolized a hope.\n\n\"I trust\n\nEarnestly, but there will... Always be things that you must not know yet,\" Melancholia distantly whispered, disassociating from the nasty pain within her. Her speech was in reference to her new injury. The deity of flame and truth would understand soon enough.\n\nShe\n was\n a\n**M**Ournful\n**A**Ngry\n**S**Ad\n**O**Ppressed\n**C**Hilling\n**H**Armonious\n**I**Nsufficient\n**S**Orry\n**T**Empermental\n disaster of a woman.\n\n\"You would like\n\nMake a battle weapon from me?\" A cold, emotionless laugh spilt from her thin lips. \"My heart is to weave its way into the mind, not the body. It shall crush, it shall heal, it shall numb and it shall save and... It shall steal sadness.\"\nSuddenly, it became apparent that the longer Olivia held the organ, the bluer it got. It was absorbing her feelings of dejection and hopelessness; she would be able to experience them again, but it relieved her for the time being.\n\nHer goals were complex and seemingly nonsensical. At a first glance, a goddess who ruled over gloominess would assumedly want to make people depressed. It was her Gaia-given job, and society would\n\nHer if they were not given explanations.\nSensations gave her power. In a world of physical, tangible ideologies, she was weak on her own. Thus, Melancholia was restarting a practice that she had began many years ago. She leeched onto other people, yet she would not be the only beneficiary, for her anchor would also win. They would feel no sadness.\n\n\"Please, help me cut off a few branches of\n\nWe can turn her wood into a cage for your... Divine gift...\""
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia's jaw dropped she knew melon was twisted but to want to kill mother?! She asked too much... But what if she did it and she had a powerful God on her side? What if she gave into the feelings of wanting to be evil to do something so decrepit it would shock everyone around her? Fire could kill or it could purify. Fire could destroy or it could mend by caulderizing a wound. \n\nAs these thoughts ran through her mind she listened to melon and then tried to stop her as ||the blade cut through her skin|| she felt hopeless to help. A tear trickled down her cheek as she felt the emotions the heart was trying to absorb but her own emotions were too strong it couldn't keep up like a fire storm. The fire spread faster than the water could put it out.\n\nOlivia gripped her head as she fought with what decision to make. Whatever decision she made would impact her for the rest of her god life... And she had a while to go.*\n\n\"I-I don't know what to do...\"\n\n*She set the heart down and began to pace back and forth maybe that would bring clarity.*\n\n\"If I do what you want how many lives would be ended... Innocent lives! No matter how much I try to say yes, my mind still screams no...\"\n\nBut I'll ignore my mind... I'll do it. What do I need to do...*She sits down and weeps for she doesn't know what the hell she's just agreed to... How many lives will perish... If there will be a war started...*\n\n\"I am no longer Olivia god of fire and truth, I am Olivia god of fire and destruction.\"\n\n\"MELONCOLIA!!!\" \n\n*This is all that could be heard as she stormed up to the god*\n\n\"You are so deceitful! You manipulated me, further more you tried to take people's divinity away?! Why?! Why would you tell me I can't trust people... It's YOU I can't trust!\"\n\n*Olivia then stormed off from the godess but before she left she had one last thing to say*\n\n\"Your heart you'll never see again, and you are officially my sworn enemy.\""
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Olivia had not directly said what she could not do, but they both knew. The sadness deity's motives had infected her mind; they gnawed away at the truths and happinesses, watering down the fires of joy and replacing them with searing blue flames.\nAs her sister began to cry, Melancholia similarly wept. Her tears fell silently and icily. Those that wove their ways down to the bark of Yggdrasil bore infectious black holes into the wooden flesh, scarring their creator. There were similar marks on another part of the tree: Divine teardrops of the divine desolation, symbols of a tormented creature.\n\n\"Do what.. Is right,\" She whispered. \"I am not always right. Use our hearts to conjure a united truth, mix our two mindsets together and create something for the best. It does not have to be this way, we do not have to do such things... I was once wrong.. I was once right.\"\n\n*Innocent lives.*\nPerplexed by Olivia's vocabulary, she closed her eyes and attempted to understand the other's point of view. They would be hurting people, but they would also be saving them. The immortality ritual did not work; she had given up on it before it had begun. However, there could be another way. A way that did not involve people who could not be trusted.\n\nA way that would work.\n\nFor such an emotional goddess, she did not react when Olivia screamed in her face. The wicked comments manifested in the form of dark splotches on her skin. They had erased themselves during her rebirth, yet now the same, furious, sable-hearted force was bringing the impurities back to her body. She blinked.\n\nIt was happening too fast.\nNo.\nNo..\nWhy could she not see? What was Melancholia doing wrong?\nShe fell to the floor, overtaken by the revenge of her own lies. \n\"I... I do not understand,\" She quietly murmured, crying harder as though she were a child. \"What did I do? What did I do..?\""
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "So much time had been spent within Lithos. Time watching, time observing, time leading, time *Sleeping.* Pyralith had slept for years, and so shortly after her birth. Perhaps the creation of her favored subjects had taken something out of her that she had only regained recently. Maybe she wasn't quite as certain in the path Gaia had set her on as she thought she was. Magma eyes travelled up the old and powerful bark of the world tree, snapping past vegetation and shrubbery as booted feet carried her through the many twists and turns of one of the many 'gardens' attached to the tree. An oasis of life and greenery, of beautiful produce and divinity, purified. Pyralith did not know her mother, no more than anyone else did, no more than a primordial pull and instruction, and in some way that lent her a distance.\n\nHow could she look upon this divine thing and see a maternal shape? How could she look at it and see anything more than a god above even herself? Above all of her siblings? Ignorance could have been at fault for the idolatry at play- but Pyralith, in some manner, suspected it was something deeper. Fear. What a curious thing. Thick fingers wrapped about a fruit, pulling it carefully off the stem with an inquisitive look. She'd spent so much time in Lithos that she wasn't sure how clearly she saw the wider world. Even now, with a fruit so divine it could drive a mortal mad in one hand, her other hand grasped a dagger. A steel dagger- mortal made. She was admiring the craft. Lithos would not leave her mind.\n_ _\n\nAnd how could she want it to? Her beautiful creations, as divine to her as she was sure she and her siblings were to Gaia. A stubby hand lifted the blade up to the light, letting the ambient lighting glint off the edges, catch in the intricate dwarven runes carved into the handles. Pyralith's other hand took the fruit to her mouth, letting her teeth tear into the soft flesh of the thing, chewing on it as she contemplated the work before her. In a way, both the fruit and the dagger were the same. Ultimately the craftsmanship of a divine being. Gaia had made the fruit, and Gaia had made Pyralith, who made the dwarves, who made the dagger. \n\n**\"Are you proud of this one?\"** The dwarf god murmured to the open air. **\"Do you see their beauty, as I do?\"** Gaia would not respond. Gaia never would. Pyralith would talk regardless.\n||"
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "How long had it been since Wyrd last ascended the boughs of their great mother? How long since he had climbed the world tree to gaze upon creation? Time seemed to slip him by in his long slumbers, the world changing in the blink of an eye as he dreamed new beasts into being. Perhaps he should stir more often, to attend his mortals and gaze upon their works, or lack thereof. But, he didn't. The Great Deer had little need to coddle the primeval monsters that stalked the mists. Not only would their struggle make them strong, but distance from their god kept the mystery alive, and there was little that pleased him more than maintaining the unknown.\n\nRising to the elegant gardens that grew upon Gaia, Wyrd took a moment to slowly pace through the rows of plant-life, regarding the strange and novel creations of their mother with quiet reverence. If there was one inadequacy he felt in his existence, it was that his creativity could never match hers in it's wild variance, and it nver would. It would be true hubris to even reach for such heights. \n\nAfter a moment, though, the god of monsters realised that he was not alone. A goddess stood in the garden, raising a dagger in her hands. The stranger was slightly on the smaller end of the gods, though she was far from the shortest. This made little difference to the towering beast of a deity, of course, but was something he noted nonetheless. The Great Deer approached silently, peering curiously at the younger goddess. He was not intending to sneak up on her, it was simply innate to him to move quietly in spite of his stature.\n\n\"Hello, sister.\" Wyrd said, breaking the silence. The bestial god radiated a primal presence, an almost alien aura that seemed to reject time's inexorable march from the ancient world he was born into. The dagger would have undoubtedly began to rust in his shadow had it not been shielded by Pyralith's divinity, her nuturing, creative presence protecting the masterwork. \"I have not seen you here before.\""
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "Though Pyralith doesn't physically startle when Wyrd shows up, his arrival does seem to take her off guard, her head shifting to get a glance at him only a moment after he spoke. It was a surprise to her that she hadn't felt his presence before he even got close, with how strong it radiated. She herself could summon that level of intensity with ease, but it did not follow her everywhere. Indeed, this moment of hers felt.. Quieter. More somber. And yet, she enjoyed the company- and was grateful for his presence. She needed to know her siblings, to experience the vast breadth of them and to know their uniqueness, to become familiar with individual strokes of Gaia's large brush. Every breath a new experience, something alien and exciting, a horrific monster of madness and cruelty, a seraph of kindness and mercy- and things so much stranger. \n\nThe forge goddess could almost summon an envy towards her mother. Why could she, the *God* Of *Forges* Not craft something so unique? Why did her world feel so small in comparison to others? Why did Gaia give Pyralith the freedom of creation and the limitations of ignorance? It felt so unlike herself to be *Curious* About her siblings, to be so deeply inquisitive of the nature of her brother that she saw now, as her head craned up look up at him, magma-red hair sliding down her shoulders and dangling down her back as ambient light glittered off of glowing stubble. Her words came softly, quietly despite all the distance between her mouth and his ears. It would do. **\"Hello, brother.\"**\n_ _\n\nHer vision tracked back to the ground beneath her, before snapping back towards her dagger, letting it linger in the light so that she could further admire it. **\"I have not come here before. Indeed, the last time I was at the tree at all was the day I was born.\"** Pyralith hummed, an almost regretful tone poisoning her words, which dipped low and quiet in some semblance of shame that even she did not seem to understand. Should she have visited more? **\"I came to see, but all I can do is think. Do you ever have that problem? So many things to do, so many things to think about. Think, do, sleep. Think, sleep. Wake, do, think, do, sleep, sleep, sleep.\"** She rambled, the hand that held the fruit waving through the air in a dismissal of her own words, as inane and pointless as they were. \n\nFinally, she turned back towards her brother, holding the dagger up to his massive form, a display. **\"I think of this. Look at its beauty. Of all the metalworkers in my realm, none have produced something so..\"** A sigh, breath shaky as if from admiration. **\"And she threw it out. It wasn't to her own standards. Imagine that! That heart.\"** Pyralith's voice raised with excitement, fist clenching around the dagger as her eyes scanned the horizon for the familiar, distant sight of her realm. All she could do was think about it. How miraculous."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd regarded his sister silently for a while, contemplating her words. As he realised that the dagger she clutched was mortal-made, his hide visibly writhed and undulated, as if something was stirring beneath a rug, but it quickly stilled again as he restrained himself. The Great Deer still bemoaned the progress of mortals, but had come to accept it as an inevitability. Bones, his favourite brother, was the industrious type and it would be unfair to judge another for such habits, as much as he wished to. \n\n\"I understand well what you mean. I spend much of my time sleeping these days. Dreaming, creating, dreaming, creating. Ever trying to make something truly... Inspired.\" The god of monsters let out a forlorn sigh. \"Perhaps, someday, I will create something near-perfect. Until that day, though...\"\n\nThe god of monsters then turned to the blade clutched in his sister's hands, glancing at it with not admiration but disdain. Though his expression was hard to discern beneath his stone mask, Pyralith could surely divine his intentions if she so desired. He didn't *Want* To disregard her amazement so blatantly, but it was hard to feel anything but contempt when confronted with such a perversion of nature, the unraveling of the world's secrets.\n\n\"Such sentiments, I have come to learn are... Not uncommon among mortals. They are discontent with their existence, so they create. They are discontent with their creations, so they cast them away and create more, again and again. They will not rest, not until they have created all they can, regardless of what it costs.\" Wyrd said, gazing bitterly off into the distance. Then, abruptly, he remembered himself and turned back to his sister, a slight sense of guilt falling over him for disregarding her enthusiasm. \"But yes, it is quite a well-made dagger... Forgive me, I have not yet introduced myself. I am Wyrd, god of monsters, mysteries, and untouched wilderness. I am honoured to meet you.\""
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "A small bow of respect was offered, one arm sweeping across her chest with the motion before she straightened up fully, once more turning fully away so she could lift the dagger to the light. **\"Pyralith, goddess of the Forge and Stone.\"** It was in her nature to be industrious then, wasn't it? To carve through stone to find metal to turn into miraculous things. She was enraptured by the very enthusiasm he had so easily dismissed for a moment- and perhaps that was why she took no offense, so lost in her own world as she was. The weapon spun over her fingers as she directed it onto her belt, another large bite taken out of the fruit in her other hand.\n\nSeconds passed in silence before her low voice spoke again. **\"To create is their purpose. What is one without creation? We were forged in a different manner.\"** A gesture to the tree itself then, as the dwarf goddess began to pace absent mindedly. **\"As we speak, my mortals prepare for the worst. Armored sentries wear beautifully crafted plate armor and hoist up heavy, intricate shields. Coal burns away in a hundred furnaces and a hundred more miners load their carts with ore.\"** A grin, almost manic, as she turned to look upon Wyrd once more, her free hand coming to run through her hair, which perpetually held the texture of flowing lava. **\"Isn't that amazing? How could one not be mesmerized at their chosen people excelling. Armor and shields and weapons and explosives and** ***Ships*** **All come together to make a plan. Because once they are ready, and that is soon, they will set sail across the abyss and land upon the other realms where they will continue to create.\"**\n\nPyralith's arms pulled close to her body in a moment of fervor and excitement. **\"They engage in the divine beauty of creation. For the same reason, I give them wheat but not bread, I give them iron but not steel. Copper but not bronze. It is close to godliness that they achieve with this dagger here.\"** She insisted, smiling up at him."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd almost visibly recoiled at her last comment. Close to godliness?! Hardly, and it was almost unthinkable to even suggest such a thing. Choosing his words carefully, the god of monsters attempted to elaborate on the error of her ways.\n\n\"Come now, sister. To claim it is close to divinity, don't you think that is approaching sacrilege?\" The god of monsters murmured, giving the dagger one more look. He had seen divine weapons before, and this, frankly, pales in comparison to those even before one got into the minutia of mortal creativity. \"I... Will not mince my words. I do not care for mortal inventions.\" \n\nWyrd paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts as he took in Gaia and all her glory. *This* Is what the world should look like, pure and natural, not a realms scarred and branded by industry. \n\n\"I am sure you can understand why. My domain is the wild, nature, and mortal creations are at odds with that. Even conscientious mortals- which are rare- cannot make without disemboweling mountains and massacring forests.\"\n\nThe Great Deer gave a grim look to his realm, close to Gaia. He could imagine it's lands invaded, the Mists torn asunder not for survival. He could understand if it was done for survival, for the thrill of the hunt, to lay low a threat before it became an issue. These were things he understood. But to see nature laid waste for mortal advancements, to further the hubris and heresy of the wayward creations... It made him sick.\n\n\"While I can... Appreciate that you enjoy the works of your mortals... Their novelty and curiosity...\" Wyrd mumbled, attempting to relate in the best way he could. The only way he could find himself able to appreciate mortal works is by forcing them into the lens of something new, but even then they often fell into mass production not long after the first draft. \"I just... Cannot abide by the cost, by all the sacrifices made to make something... Something that may end up being thrown away.\""
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "There came a flare of anger within the small woman, as a bark of laughter escaped her. An angered bite was ripped out of the flesh of the fruit, leaving it little more than the typically deemed 'undesirable' portions. Still, another bite or two, and that was gone as well. Sloppy and messy, she wiped across her mouth with the back of her hand, the sticky sweet residue of her little snack burning away from the heat of her flesh. A few seconds of silence passed before she threw her hands up. **\"Perhaps the reason we sleep and think and think and sleep and sleep and sleep is because we lack the creative spark mortals have!\"**\n\nOnce more, the dagger was pulled out. **\"Look upon it! We could not replicate the craftsmanship.\"** A baffled laugh tore through her throat, booming down the length of the mother tree. **\"The bread we manifest does not taste as delicious as theirs, our clothes not as comfortable! They have a spark somewhere within them.\"** Fingers pinched at the base of her torso, as if pointing out where this metaphorical divine spark of creation must lie within her mortals. Closer she stepped, peering up at him, neck craned impossible far above due to the considerable height difference. **\"Why would we** ***Not*** **Cultivate that!? We are the ones paying the price so they may create the future! Our coal, our trees, you think I do not understand?\"** The anger in her voice seemed not directed at him, but at the argument as a whole, as she stepped back away turned the edge of the garden, gazing down at the base of the tree. \n\n***\"Imagine it..\"*** Her voice had grown soft suddenly, wistful, thinking of the future. The dagger was held to the light, but in its reflection was not her or the God behind her, not even of the future- but the *Present.* Forests cut down, turned into the hull of a ship being prepared to invade another world so that they could repeat the process, armor-clad soldiers marching past endless rows of furnaces. Horrific. **\"Beautiful.\"**"
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd was, briefly, taken aback. He had tried his best to be understanding, to offer his points calmly to the younger goddess, and she he returned his politeness with spite and fury. The god of monsters had never seen such *Contempt* For the natural world, such drive to see it burned away and replaced with the cold steel of industry. \n\nThe Great Deer contemplated the goddess of the forge, wondering how their minds were so different. From his perspective, Pyralith's mindset seemed almost borne of an inferiority complex. Wyrd couldn't even imagine himself envying the creativity of mortals. \n\n\"They all do the same things, though.\" He sniffed, looking down dismissively at the dagger. To assert that the thing was superior to a blade created by a god, insanity. \"They bend stone into weapons, as their claws are dull. They bend it into armour, as their hides are fragile... And they forget what it is to have a wild heart. Is it really so worth picking creation clean for this?\"\n\nThe Hoofed Lord glanced out across the realms, looking at the countless, varied worlds that his siblings had wrought. To compare such limitless, beautiful creation. Endless new biomes, endless new creatures, and to compare them to the predictability of mortal craftsmanship. How... *Boring*. \n\n\"I suppose this is our nature. We were born with minds so alien to one another. I can only wonder what mother's plan is, and take it in stride.\" Wyrd sighed. It was truly tragic how few of his siblings followed his ideals, how many were willing to create mortals that were left wanting and unleash them into the world. How many were content to see their weak children solve the problems they thrust upon them and label it as progress. How tragic indeed."
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "A scoff sounded from her, the noise carrying a film of *Distaste* With it, something more personal than her words before. It seemed this young God had a streak of arrogance and ego to her, not quite a fondness for being challenged by someone she *Clearly* Knew better than. **\"You wouldn't get it. And of course you wouldn't. We are opposites, are we not?\"** The woman paced, thick limbs waddling her about as her hands rested tensely on her hips. **\"You fail to see the broader picture of things you would never dream of, you couldn't possibly. The wilds are a thing to be conquered! Not something that must sit stagnant without challenge forever!\"**\n\nShort-fingered hands gestured at him. **\"And we work to oppose each other, as order opposes chaos, as justice opposes injustice and vengeance, as purity opposes corruption. I am the forge, skilled craftsmanship and burning skill and labor- and you are the wild and the beasts within it. We co-exist! Order exists to keep chaos in line, as the wilds exist for my dwarves to turn to rails and wheels and beautiful things.\"** Despite her words, it seemed Pyralith *Knew* Better, knew that what she was saying was not a simple supposed dichotomy, but a transgression against his very domain. In a way, it was almost a threat. She was proud of stepping against wild nature and its monsters. She saw it her purpose. And yet what a perversion of it that she was! The god of the Forge and *Stone!* She too held a domain of nature, even if it were not green and full of life. Yet it seemed forgotten in her primary domain- in the awe-inspiring capabilities of her dwarves.\n\nSilence lingered as she let her words settle in the air, like burning coals against flesh. They tasted sour now that she'd said them, but it was in tasting them that she was driven to speak further, if only to fill the silence and let *Something* Be said. **\"If the wilds were worth anything, they would not yield to mortal creativity and industry.\"**"
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "\"Hm. Hmhmhm. Ahahahahaha.\" Wyrd rumbled with laughter, a deep, bassy sound that resounded from the eerie core of his being. The young goddess was naive and spirited, with a fire in her heart that the Great Deer could not dismiss. \"There is some sense to what you say. We are opposites, in open defiance to one another.\"\n\nWyrd began to circle around the smaller god, taking her in from every angle. His long neck lowered to bring him eye to eye with his younger sister. She was not without sense, though she was possessed by the arrogance of youth. \n\n\"And you are correct, the wilds are not to sit stagnant, though that does not require the presence of invention. That you see the ever-changing chaos that is nature as unmoving speaks to your naivety. You lack the wisdom that comes with age.\" \n\nThe seam that divided Wyrd down the middle stirred slightly, countless teeth revealing themselves in a whole-body grin. \n\n\"And it is true that worthwhile wilderness would not give in to civilisation. Your mistake is in thinking that it would. Your mortals may find success conquering the lands you provide them, but how will they fare in realms not made to support them? Realms where the teeth are sharp and the souls burn with wild fury.\""
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "The gardens. Mr Bones had only been here a couple times in his long existence. Not for any dislike of the place or anything, it was just a bit out of the way and not really somewhere he was naturally drawn to. The hall was more formal, the branches were open and the garden was ultimately just a garden. There tended to be interesting characters here though and after such a stressful *Time* Mr Bones could use a break somewhere enclosed and calm. Also he sensed Wyrd there and was hellbent on finding his ally. The war that was coming had already deposited itself right on the skeleton's doorstep- he needed to be sure that any other attacks on his mortals would be met with by a united army of deer and skeletons, some of which had deer parts.\n\nHe entered the garden, immediately spotting Wyrd and another god. Mr Bones recognised them from Nach's ritual but couldn't quite remember their name. No one had even mentioned them by name, at least during the time that the skeleton had been there. Not that it would matter too much, no one could reasonably get mad at the god for not knowing something they had no way of ever knowing. But the shorter goddess did seem easily angered. Oh well- his chances were good.\n\nMr Bones walked towards the pair, politely waving at the two of them.\n\n\"Hello there Wyrd. I've been looking everywhere for you, I'm afraid it's rather urgent. And hello to you my friend. I must confess that I haven't caught your name yet, I'm terribly sorry about that.\""
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "The bone-man stumbled upon the two in quite the discussion, it seemed. Pyralith's temperament had only just settled when he arrived, her gaze levelled and steadied at the much taller deer, ready to retort with all manner of youthful, arrogant bluster- but nothing was quite so disarming as the appearance of another. It quite visibly startled her, the dwarf woman taking a few moments to collect herself as one hand stroked down her clothes, worker's apron smoothing out, while her other hand deposited the dagger away. Honestly, it quite looked like she'd been mugging the massive deer, though she knew better than to assume anyone would take that verdict away from such a scene. Such things were beneath Gods. \n\nAs Pyralith turned to Mr Skeletore, she performed a bow of her head in respect. **\"Pyralith, Goddess of the Forge and Stone.\"** She intoned, looking up at him with an inquisitive stare. She certainly had met him before, but neither could his name come to her. **\"And you are? We haven't met properly, it's a shame. I was just discussing with our brother here about our.. Differences, as it were.\"** The admittance came a bit sheepishly, as if even Pyralith could notice she'd been a bit too aggressive with a sibling while caught up in her own ego. She was in two parts, soft and decidedly not, and the methodology of who got exposed to what was a slight unpredictable for the time being. \n\n**\"Is there something wrong? Do you need privacy?\"** The woman offered, hands coming up to pull her magma hair away from her freckled face, which was twisted into a genuine, friendly concern. **\"I do not mind leaving if it is that which you seek.\"** Pyralith continued, gesturing to the side idly, even if she struggled to hide the curiosity on her face. What could be urgent between Gods?"
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd turned to his favourite brother, surprised to see him here. He bowed respectfully to the skeletal god before riding to his full height. \n\n\"What is the matter, brother?\" He asked, concerned before a solemn silence fell over him. \"Actually, I feel that I may know the answer to that. Have our worries finally come to light?\"\n\nThe god of monsters had long expected that, sooner or later, war would come to their lands. That was the reason he had approached his brother with an alliance in the first place. The fact that it had proved sooner rather than later though was disappointing. \n\nRemember their onlooker, Wyrd briefly glanced at Pyralith, wondering what she would say. He felt no reason to send her away, and with any luck, she might even be willing to lend assistance.\n\n\"If my suspicions are correct... Who is it? How may I help?\""
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"Good to meet you Pyralith. I am Mr Bones, god of the dead, undead and dying. I promise that I'm not quite as macabre as my domains may make me out to be.\" Mr Bones nodded, bowing ever so slightly to the dwarf. Another name to remember, not that it was hard for a god.\n\n\"I can imagine the differences a god may have with Wyrd. In my opinion it's best to just accept that some ideals are so hard coded into our spirits that they may never be changed.\" \n\nIn terms of modernisation and technological sophistication, Wyrd was dead set against it. But, from what Mr Bones could tell at least, he didn't outright try to force that world view onto other gods which was respectable. The skeleton waved his hand a little at Pyralith.\n\n\"No, no it's fine. Just a mortal matter, nothing that needs to be kept secret between us.\"\n\nEven so, Mr Bones spun around so he was solely facing Wyrd. Pryalith could watch all she wanted, but the skeleton wasn't here to talk to her.\n\n\"Yes I'm afraid your suspicions are true. My skeletons have come under attack. Twice. Melancholia's mortals have enslaved a few hundred of them. Diova's demigod has led an attack directly on my land. I do not yet know if these attacks are divinely influenced but I imagine that they are not. As such I do not want to be directly influencing such things. And I don't want you to either. But if you could get word out to your mortals that war has broken out I would appreciate it greatly. It is too late for them to affect the war in my land, but with your help I believe we will be able to rescue my mortals before too long. I know this is a lot and I know this is sudden, but can I count on you for help?\"\n\nMr Bones already knew what the answer would be. He didn't *Explicitly* Know Wyrd's thoughts on slavery but the skeleton had reason to believe such a wild god wouldn't appreciate mortals being forced into servitude. Especially the mortals of an ally and a friend."
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "A small nod from the dwarf goddess and a polite smiled signaled her friendliness as she replied, tone contemplative. **\"Yes, and I suppose that is our design.\"** Pyralith agreed, hand coming to rest against the bark of the world tree, letting her fingers run over the textured surface before she finally committed to leaning against it as her eyes drifted over the two. Some part of her felt rude for sitting in on the conversation, but it *Was her* Conversation in the first place, and surely if either had an issue, they would've said as much.\n\nStill. Felt a bit strange to simply sit and observe, and even stranger to provide commentary to their quite serious discussion. Her muscled arms crossed about her bosom, brow furrowing in contemplation as she took in every word of the God of Death. It was interesting that, indeed, he held such 'sinister' domains without making it everyone else's problem. She could still feel the rising anger in her stomach at the insinuation from the God of Discord that her nature was to *Cause* Discord wherever possible, even with her own siblings. Pyralith could not help but wonder how much of that was her domain, and how much of that was just an *Awful* Personality.\n\nMaybe each of them really were just wired differently, with certain innate traits that not everyone would always agree with. What compelled Pyralith to see Sinrael as a person simply compelled to act on her domain, and Nach as someone who *Was* Her domains? Maybe her own experiences with the individuals had shaped her view. Only one had directly attacked her, after all, though the Forge Goddess could barely assume what her goals were in that fight aside from the fight itself.\n\nRed-hot eyes suddenly snapped to attention. **\"Slavery? By the stars..\"** She groaned. That was nasty business. She couldn't relate, but her heart did stir in sympathy. She couldn't imagine her rage and horror if her own chosen people were treated in such a way."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd listened to his brother intently, visibly seething at what he was hearing. A demigod attacking unprovoked was bad enough, but that was not his main concern. That rat, that traitor Melancholia, was causing more trouble. Was it not enough for her to turn against her siblings, but now she was enslaving their mortals as well? \n\nThe Great Deer might not have been the most moral or kind of deities, but at the very least his mortals had the decency to kill their prey and be done with it. It was hardly uncharacteristic of their miserable sister to encourage such depraved behaviour though.\n\n\"Melancholia.\" Wyrd spat, as if the words were poison in his mouth. \"Of course. You shall have my the full force of my mortals, brother. Just tell me where to send them and they shall wreak havoc.\" \n\nWyrd's long tail cracked like a whip as his tossed it furiously, pawing at the ground a moment. The god of monsters would respect Bones' wish not to intervene directly, but he would have relished the opportunity to tear apart the goddess of sadness. Another time, perhaps.\n\nThen, he turned to Pyralith, looking at curiously. It seemed that her heart had been moved by the imprisonment of Mr Bones' mortals, implying at least a modicum of agreement between them. Another ally would certainly not go amiss in these dire times, if she were so inclined to assist. Still though, Wyrd did not speak up to invite her to their war. If she was to join, it should be of her own volition."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones contemplatively held his head. Wyrd was certainly ready to assist in the war but he seemed maybe a little *Too* Enthusiastic. As much as the skeleton wanted to ensure Melancholia's people understood that they should have never touched the skeletons he didn't want to be responsible for the murder of an entire civilisation. Just the leaders and upper class, keep a small skeleton presence to ensure that they didn't try anything like it again. \n\n\"Mm. Just ensure that they don't wreck *Too* Much havoc. We don't want to wipe out an entire race as a punitive measure. We must remain above such things. Extermination is the tactic of lesser strategists, ones who can not see beyond the next battle. I am greatly thankful for your help though. If you begin sending your mortals to my land I am sure they'll reach it well before the first ships start setting off. I'll make sure to tell my skeletons you're coming, Gaia knows they'll be on edge after this.\"\n\nMr Bones turned to Pyralith, who had a very specific reaction to the mere *Mention* Of slavery. It appeared that she too was against the institution. That could be useful. Mr Bones wasn't about to manipulate the dwarf into joining the battle merely due to some shared ideals. \n\n\"What would you do in this situation Pyralith? Full eradication or just knocking some sense into them?\"\n\nNo matter what she said, Mr Bones wasn't going to change how he handled the problem. But it would help him find out more about Pyralith. How she thought. How she engaged in conflict. All crucial information for any potential ally."
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "Pyralith watched the discussion with a barely veiled interest. Not *Necessarily* In joining, but when a young god was so inexperienced and fresh-faced, something such as this seemed so *Large* To her. Most things likely seemed large to her, really. Like a baby experiencing new sensations, she hard little scale for what things *Ought* To feel like. What was enslavement of some mortals in the span of divine history? Likely not that much, but Pyralith knew how it made her feel. Perhaps she trusted her heart too much, which burned too hot and sat too large in her chest. But this? This, she knew, her heart was not leading her astray. It took some few moments for the dwarf god to turn her attention to Mr Bones when he addressed her- as if she wasn't expecting to be addressed at all.\n\nAnd a few seconds more as she contemplated an answer. What did her heart compel her to do? To enslave one's mortals was a heinous action, but.. Her stout frame leaned upon some dense vegetation, which compacted under her surprising weight, but managed to hold her up well enough. **\"Well. I'm a Forge Goddess. You may not be surprised to know knowledge is a.. Neighboring domain of mine, so to speak. Not one of my own, of course, but I can relate to it, in a way, as a Goddess that handles craftmanship and-\"** A stubby hand waved through the air, as if hurrying herself along to get to the point. **\"Wiping out another God's mortals,** ***Completely?*** **It doesn't sit right with me. Teach them a lesson. That's deserved. Strike fear in their hearts if they dare touch what isn't theirs again, but to wipe them out, that is impossible to walk back. They can be recreated, but never the same. It's lost.\"**\n\nThe woman drew a deep breath in, features conflicted as she continued. It seemed she'd not considered this before. **\"Maybe they deserve it, but with all the power we possess, all of our options, our best one can not be to erase what someone else may consider a masterpiece.\"**"
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "\"Mm. Alright. Your points are valid, as deserving as it may be. It is a better outcome for all involved to hold back somewhat. So not to extinction, then.\" Wyrd said, still a tad begrudging but overall accepting of the condition to not wipe out his sister's mortals. Particularly due to the fact that as long as Melancholia was still alive, any extermination would be temporary anyways, so it was better to leave some alive to learn their lesson. \n\n\"I imagine that, in such a case, the waking of my Luddyk will be overkill... Though perhaps not out of the question.\" The god of monsters muttered, partially to Mr Bones and partially to himself. The sight of a small mountain laying waste to their armies would certainly brand itself into the mind of their adversaries, though the destruction would be excessive by their more gentle metrics. It would be difficult to get the Titan onto a boat too, and who knows how long it would take to travel across the roots. Still, Wyrd preferred to send his mortals with a singularly powerful individual to bolster their forces. \n\n\"Hmm... Ahhh.\" The Great Deer mumbled to himself before letting out a dark chuckle, his mind already racing with monstrous new designs. If he wasn't going to send his colossus to reinforce his armies, then the logical conclusion was to send a demigod instead. True, he didn't possess one yet, but he doubted that there would be a better time to start than now. \"Alright brother, if there is nothing more to discuss, then I will inform my mortals immediately. I will send a demigod to accompany and organise them and they will arrive at the Skeletal Sands as soon as possible.\"\n\nOrganise was, of course, a relative term in this case, simply meaning bringing them a little more into line that their normal rampaging horde, but that was about as good as it got with monsters such as Wyrd's mortals."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones switched between nodding and shaking his head at Pyralith. Not quite agreeing not quite disagreeing. More on technicalities than actual arguments though, which was good.\n\n\"Knowledge as a domain, much less an adjacent one, does not inherently make you more knowledgeable than any other god. I'm hardly dying before you two and, were I in a more fleshy form, I wouldn't appear nearly as dead. Or undead for that matter. But yes, killing them all was never really an option. Not one that I was considering seriously at least.\"\n\nMr Bones tentatively went to clap Wyrd on the shoulder (back?). It was good to see that his old ally was reliable. Much more reliable than anyone else. \n\n\"I'm not quite sure what a 'Luddyk' is, but any force is useful. The more forces there are the easier any battle will be and the more likely the enemy will be to surrender without a fight at all. I know that assembling an army and not fighting might seem like a big waste of time, but it's far faster to merely threaten the idea of a battle and wait for the enemy to give up. I don't *Suppose* That there's inherently anything else that I need to stick around for. But it's been a while since we've talked, I may as well stay and chat with the two of you. I will send a fragment to the sands though, just to make sure the skeletons aren't still too trigger happy. Be a shame if they attacked your deer. Which they won't, I assure you. But it would be a shame if they did.\""
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "It was amazing how quickly anger could seem to rise within the young god, her lips pulled back into a snarl as her meat fists clenched at her sides. **\"That'd be a good point if that was what I said at all.\"** The dwarf growled out, her red eyes glaring at Mr Bones with *Perhaps* A little more aggression than could be warranted. **\"I'm a God of a craft, and thus I am compelled to** ***Preserve*** **The craftsmanship of another. I wasn't claiming to be smarter than anyone.\"** Then, almost petulantly, her foot stomped. One could imagine if she were to do this within her own realm, mountains would shake and hundreds would die- but here, she just looked like a child. Maybe she realized that, or maybe her anger passed as quick as it came, for embarrassment flushed across her cheeks and her body reset into a neutral stance. A hand raised and rubbed at the back of her neck, free hand fidgeting with her tool belt. **\"You asked for my opinion..\"**\n\nThe stout woman cleared her throat, starting to pace as she looked between the two, eyes deep in contemplation. After a few moments, her lips parted, searching for words, which struggled to come out- as if she wasn't *Entirely* Sure of saying them. **\"My chosen people. My dwarves. They'll be sending their first ship out soon, but they do not know where they will go. They could meet anyone, run into any thing.\"** A pause, as her hands settled on her hips and her pacing came to a stop, her back to the duo as she looked out past the garden. **\"If you're going to war, then you should know war is good for dwarven business. They make the finest weapons and armors, even if they won't fight for you. But maybe they** ***Will*** **Fight for you- I don't control their actions. But I can guide them to the right place and let them choose themselves.\"**\n\n_ _\nA hand waved, dismissing herself quickly and once more hurrying herself along. **\"I mean to say- my dwarves can provide your mortals with armor and weapons, and they will be happy to, if offered payment of some kind. I know them well enough to know that for certain. They won't fight- not a war they have no care for, for a God they don't worship, but they will always craft.\"** Pyralith glanced over her shoulder at the two. \n\n**\"Though, if they know of the slavery, they might just give you a discount.\"** A mirthless chuckle escaped her as she turned her head forward again."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "\"Of course, brother. I'm always happy to talk.\" Wyrd replied to Bones offer to stay and chat. Tearing his own body down the middle, the Great Deer split into two fragments, one with a significantly higher portion of his power than the other. The stronger half's belly split open like a monstrous pair of jaws and snapped wide, practically turning itself inside out. Rather than a bloody mess being left behind, however, it simply vanished into thin air as it teleported to his realm.\n\nAt Pyralith's offer for assistance in the form of weapons and armour, Wyrd awkwardly swayed a little as he glanced at Bones. His mortals were hardly the type to wield anything of the sort, their own natural weapons and hides being more than enough protection. Plus, he wasn't even sure what armour and weaponry you would make for beasts like them... \n\nBones, on the other hand, did have mortals that preferred the use of weapons. A shame, of course, but one that he found less upsetting than most, in part because their largely desolate realm didn't have much nature to destroy in the first place. That said, they were certainly well armed to begin with, so Wyrd was unsure how much they would want more armaments.\n\n\"Any assistance is greatly appreciated, sister, though I will have to politely decline.\" Wyrd said, doing his best to avoid offending the hot-blooded dwarf, though he suspected she might be regardless. The petulant stomp she performed before didn't just make her look like a child, in the grand scheme of creation she practically was one, at least by Wyrd's standards. A young deity, blessed with so much power and too little experience, tended to have a fiery temper towards anyone who defied them, even other gods. All that said, though, Pyralith's went beyond. \n\nWhether it was due to her domain or simply a personality quirk, Wyrd could tell that she had a white-hot heart in her chest. Maybe with time it would cool, and her temper with it, but until then, Wyrd would just be patient with her."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Raising his hands apologetically, Mr Bones took a couple steps back from Pyralith.\n\n\"I'm terribly sorry Pyralith. It's just that other gods may have seen their domain as an excuse to act or be a certain way. You're clearly not that kind of god and I apologise for insulting you.\"\n\nThe skeleton walked back towards the two gods, scratching at his chin. War being good for business was an interesting concept. War profiteers would never stay in business if they sold shoddy products. But war wasn't something that should be *Profited* From. It was unseemly. \n\n\"I can't promise you that my skeleton will engage in trade with your dwarves. But if you send them over to my realm something may come of it. My mortals are certainly friendlier than those of other realms at the very least.\"\n\nMr Bones created a small map of the world tree. Close to its trunk, The Skeletal Sands marked with a large red X. Further away, Melancholia's realm was marked with a blue circle.\n\n\"Send you dwarves here, if they leave soon they may reach my skeletons. If not there, then send them here. This is where the skeletons will be going. If you come to my realm and no one is there, this is where they will likely be. That goes for you too Wyrd, but I'll be sure to tell the skeletons to wait for your mortals.\""
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "The more apologetics that Bones displayed, the *More* Pyralith seemed embarrassed by her own outburst, a flush of heat across her cheeks appearing the way metal slowly red hot. **\"It's fine.\"** She mumbled, large fists clenching by her side as her molten eyes glanced away, into the distance. The stout woman looked back as the map was procured, gaze snapping onto the paper with a quiet curiosity. A hand extended, finger tapping against the map. **\"My dwarves will send out a scout ship to find a realm and investigate it. I'll make sure that, at random, they choose yours.\"** She hummed, hand coming up to rub at some stubble on her sideburns. **\"They talk with your mortals, make a deal, leave- and come back to..\"** A tapped finger on the blue circle. **\"What I assume is Melancholia's realm? They go there with a proper ship and supplies to arm your mortals.\"**\n\nRed and orange eyes glanced at Mr Bones as if confirming that her plan sounded fine. **\"I could just tell them to bring supplies to you, but I'd be removing their agency.\"** It wasn't much better *Subtly* Directing where they went, but it had to mean something. **\"They will help as much as they can, but know my dwarves are facing some.. Difficulties at the moment.\"** The dwarf stepped back, letting her hands clasp behind her back in a manner almost militaristic. \n\n**\"As we speak,** ***Dragons*** **Are invading my realm and have drawn blood. Beyond that, Sinrael has left a small city of mortals in my realm's depths- as well as a titan. And considering** ***Last*** **Time I spoke to her, I beat her into leaving my realm after she attacked me..\"** A hand gestured vaguely, and no more words came for a few moments. **\"What I mean to say is that between Nach's forces, the dragons, and Sinrael's forces- my dwarves have their hands full, and very few alliances aside from one with Kars.\"**\n\nPyralith glanced nervously between them. **\"I am willing to stretch them a little thin if it means making allies.\"**"
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "The gardens were as beautiful as ever. In the middle there was the goddess of love, she was the most beautiful creature in the whole universe, after all, she was the personification of it. \n\nShe was like a flower... Like the deadly nightshade. Because she was filled with poison, but blessed with beauty and rage, others told her that... As she closed her four eyes, she lay down on the grass... She could feel the gentle breeze of the gardens of her great-mother. She had seen it all, done it all. Her pink skin could feel the breeze. The goddess of love took deep breaths as she felt she could connect with the heart of the gardens.\n\nHeaven. It was heaven... Everything was so silent that she could feel and hear the void pearl beating in her chest. She wanted to be touched, be loved. She wanted to heal, it was just her and the gardens... But there was nothing new. Xantara the goddess of love, motherhood, and fertility, wanted someone to spare her indignity, maybe give her some decency. She knew that she had fallen apart every time the cycle continued. \n\nThe nymph could feel that she was losing her purpose. She wanted to understand if her time was through. The grass was so soft against her skin. She could not even get mad about the fact that the light was hitting directly into her eyes. As she opened the four of them, she felt something she hadn't... Thought about before. Memories swim and haunt her. She promised herself she could not let go. Sometimes it felt that the days would never end.\n\nThe hole of light, filled too high. Her love was all hers. Nothing in the world belongs to her. As she clenched her 'heart', she could feel how she was losing everything. She had bet and she knew she was losing but she stayed there. \n\nHer thoughts saw her as she was. There was guilt and realizing her disease. Xantara was feeling chills. She felt trapped, walking into her dagger for the last time, it was like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow, where she couldn't seem to hold herself or let herself go, where she couldn't surround herself or even be free.\n\nShe wanted to be alone. Yet she still wanted to have children. \n\nXantara the goddess of love could feel the never ending show. A never-ending bending show... Forgetting everyone she knew, leaving them with a smile when she was gone. Her sadness was still there, but yet she couldn't stop dancing. \n\nAs she stared at the sky, she just remained silent.\n\n\"....\""
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"author": "critical5829",
"message": "Arriving in the garden, Xefiya took slow measured steps. She was adviced to meet an elder god here, one whose domain covered one of hers. She had already met a God of fire, and they felt as she expected. However, from the atmosphere alone, she knew that this encounter would be wildly different\n\n\nWith the recent mangling of a god fruit and lack of feelings of love in the realm of the gods, a goddess of love would probably be struck with tragedy.\n\nThat was her assumption anyway.\n\nStill she pushed forward, keeping in base form as to not seem arrogant.\n\nIt wasn't long till she was in their presence. The elder god had a distinct appearance, but this must be what they considered beautiful\n And who was she to dispute with a goddess of love.\n\nBowing her head slightly, she understoid it was best to introduce herself first.\n\n\"I apologize for disturbing to in your time of pain. I came here to request an audience. \n\nI am Xefiya, a goddess of love and desire. I wish to learn more on how to raise a mortal species from you."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "She saw herself trembling with fear, asking for the forgiveness she never gave. Everything she had ever done, she had done for them, and now they were gone. Sometimes she wonders if they can see her through the stars, wondering what they would think about her now. The memory that resembled her mind. It had been the most beautiful night, even if it had lasted just one second.\n\n She stared at the sky, and suddenly she could hear the steps and the aura of a younger goddess. Suddenly she could hear the voice of the newborn. She had learned many things, and now was considered an elder god, which did not make her feel happy about- she was not old. Xantara was always youthful. \n\nXantara turned around to face her. Scanning her up and down, the ethereal creature just smiled. She looked up, after all, the goddess of motherhood was not that tall. \n\n\"Who sent you here?\" She questioned. Her four blue eyes focused on Xefiya. As she sat up, the nymph opened her wings. She was accompanied by shadows, waiting for others. Sometimes she played with the flowers, asking where they had gone.\n\nAnd as her eyelashes danced with the wind, she smiled warmly, and gently stood up, standing at her 5'0 tall. She was small, yet she was so powerful. The air around them was poisoned by her sweet aroma, the aroma of honey and pollen. \n\nThe lonely goddess chuckled once she heard the name of Xefiya.\n\n\"Xefiya, my dear sister, such a wonderful ethereal being.\" She said, watching her bow. Xantara would not bow at all. The goddess of love smiled gently and placed her hands on her hips. Xantara was very small and skinny, with her beauty infecting the soil with her hidden poison. She was wearing a small white dress that covered every wound she was covered with.\n\n\"My name is Xantara. The goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood.\" Her voice was so calm yet cheerful. Destiny tried to get them to know each other. Disrupting her overwhelming love. \n\n\"Come take a seat, Xefiya.\" She said as she scooted over to the side.\n\nFlowers grew from where she was sitting.\n\n\"You have come to the right place...\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Soldr was in one of the gardens surrounding Gaia, lazily lounging on the empty air as if it was a big comfy couch. He was on his side, head resting on his fist while he lazed about, big black dragon wings lazily lapping at the air. \n\nSoldr was in human form, but even that was evocative of his serpentine dragonlike true form. He was a tall man with a powerful build covered in sleek muscle built from years living by hunting and fighting. A large collection of scars covered his body, with several slash mars covering his burly arms. A giant scar essentially covered the left side of his torso, as if some great beast had taken a bite out of it. Like usual, he was dressed like some kind of barbarian, with a fur loincloth and a necklace made of polished fangs from various beasts he'd fought.\n\nDuring his adventures in mortal form, he'd gotten bored just hiking around. Additionally, it had occurred to him that nobody had really tried making new magic schools. He liked Majesty, but she was tricky and he figured somebody should actually try it to ensure that it wored. So Soldr had gone into Deity Mode and formed a message in the sky.\n\n**HEY! WANT TO MAKE A MAGIC SCHOOL?**\n**MEET ME IN THE GARDENS!**\n\nTo mark his location, Soldr had conjured a metal brazier before him. It brimmed with bright orange flames that stretched far into the sky, visible from miles around. Soldr had decided to wait a few days, then leave if nobody showed up and consider his obligations fulfilled. For a deity, it was essentially as long as perhaps a nice power nap."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "\"'*Want to make a magic school? Meet me in the gardens'* Now that sounds like the start to a pyramid scheme if I've ever heard one. I didn't know we had a god of scams and multilevel marketing schemes...\" Savarii's coy voice could be heard soon after, the goddess having appeared soon after the call was put out. Her voice was heard long before her form itself took shape, however her divinity could definitely be sensed as a swarm of insects started to crawl off of the tree of Gaia, crawling out from its various nooks and crannies and starting to swirl around the area. The insects would begin to coalesce into a point above Soldr before limbs, guts and bones seemed to jut out from the writhing, black swarms. A large intestine, liver and bladder hung limply from the swarm on bloodied ropes of guts, spider string and blood veins. During the same time, a rib cage emerged from the insects before it was snapped onto a spine, which then attached to hips and a pelvis. As the torso formed, the guts were rearranged back into place as tapeworms wrapped themselves around the skeleton and started to melt to form the fibres of muscle. Savarii's head would snap onto place before bright lights within her skull ignited to form her eyes. Her body quickly materialized from the swarm before, finally, the remaining insects landed on her exposed muscles and guts and started to melt to form her flesh, chitinous armour and tentacles of leech like \"Hair\". As the final touches were being added, Savarii gracefully lowered herself to the ground, a humanoid leg in a black, chitinous high heel clacking on the floor elegantly.\n\n\"Frankly, darling... If you wanted to set up a more sensationalist advertisement, I'd have said 'Want to get wealthier than Gaia within the month?' or 'Is your divine weapon not performing as well as it used to? Try these three tricks!'\" Savarii calls out, her voice taking on the tone of an over eager advertiser trying to catch people's attention. Her odd introduction and giggling, while probably nonsensical to Soldr, was spoken with such confidence that she clearly seemed to find some humour in it. Savarii's paranoid nature already made her suspect that an invitation for \"FREE MAGIC\" Was the equivalent of a divine pop up ad... If she even knew what a computer and Trojan virus was. However, such a sudden offer did catch her interest... And Savarii, despite being cautious and thinking many of her own plans through, did find enjoyment in breaking up the monotonous with more ludicrous, irrational decisions. Worst case scenario, she got ambushed by some random god trying to scam her, best case scenario... *Magic.* Both equally amusing options to the Goddess of Outcasts. As such, she was already poking fun at the out of nowhere invitation Soldr had created and the suspicious way it was worded. If he was here to mug her in his \"Trap\", she found it only more hilarious to goad him on. If he really *Was* Offering free magic like he said, well poking fun at his suspicious method of sending the message was still something she would do.\n\n\"So now that I fell for your little trick here and showed up, what's the *Real* Plan... Are you going to mug me? Take me hostage for ransom? Demand my personal information? Tell me 'Nono this really is a real opportunity for free magic with no strings attached, it's not a scam I swear!'\" She says with a *Tsk*. The goddess steps forwards towards Soldr. \"I find it hard to believe you're just... *Offering to make magic for total strangers* Without asking for something in return.\" Savarii whispers, her tone was sweet and honeyed even with her appearance immediately heralding in mistrust and an ambiance of wrongness with how she acted. The young deity's mind was unable to comprehend angles and motivations beyond personal gain and immediate emotional drive. In her mind, everything people did was possible to be part of some grand master plan or long term scheme or a psychological failing and impulse. As such most generosity and help was taken with suspicion and skepticism from the goddess."
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"author": "sociablealarm13",
"message": "A few moments after Savarii formed, a swirl of black smoke seemed to trail behind her only stopping just behind her two twist and seemingly take shape and form. It was Sinrael in her true form with it's pale skin and slender arms. Her long fingers wrapped around Savarii's shoulders as Sinrael floated behind her, leaning into beside the typical ear location and speaking with excitement and whimsy. \n\n\"No no noooo sister Savarii, smell him! He wreaks of boredom... His emotions, he worries that there is nothing better to do.\" She gave a chuckle and seemed to vanish in a flurry of smoke only to reappear in the gardens beside Soldr, leaning in next to him. Inhaling deeply. \n\n\"He does not wreak of lies... Though I am interested in what he has to say about the process of making schools of magic? Magic is such a... Fascinating concept, Sickened sister!\" She moved like smoke away from the man before giving an odd curtsy, the sound of bones crackling as she moved for a moment. \n\nThe lower body of her, currently made of smokes and clouds of black finally solidified into her legs only one of which visible, her bare feet touching the ground of the gardens. Her razor toothed smile wide and apparent. She gives Savarii a wave and then turns back to their host. \n\n\"I am Sinrael, of Discord, Strife and Fear. Please do tell us of what may or may not be possible because I have a woooonderful idea!\""
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"author": "smftyy1",
"message": "Tipota had been patrolling the western realms observing the gods and their doings, he had also been watching the Yggdrasil and its happenings. Until something caught his eye, a Deity flying up into the skies to construct a precise message. The message seemed to be very enthusiastic and the Deity was not dressed for battle so Tipota took it as a friendly invitation... Quickly scouting the area he was to appear he decided he would go... Magic sounds useful... \nIn a small fraction of a millisecond, Tipota flew into the scene. The sound barrier was not broken but shattered as he landed. He looks around to see other gods, some he has met, some he hasn't met, and a dark gloomy figure that looked like Edon's visible personality.\n\"Greetings siblings, I am Tipota, God of Thought and The Planes of Matter. I am here for the magic school creation. Oh, Hello Savarii...\" Tipota didn't *Dislike* Savarii but... He didn't quite enjoy her presence and the smell of rotting flesh and rotten ideas... The others looked good enough..."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "'Hmmm, Magic... School?' TSU had heard what sentients called magic, but didn't know could make her own set?? Whoa such is quite quaint.\n\nOoo... Many siblings again... Such must be nice to have a magic school? Ooo there's the sports peep and the... Insect sibling? How do I know her...? Ooo there's the sibling that like taking samples of stuff~ I don't think I've seen the other sibling here though... Maybe I shall greet? \n\nMaybe I shall go in my first form~ such was very pretty... But tall...\n\n\"Hi~\" TSU announced herself from behind a tree. \"We can make our own magic stuff? Like for other's sentients to use as well as ours? Is such really so~?\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Soldr didn't bat an eyelash at Savarii materializing in a pile of viscera above him, though he did slowly float a bit to the left so she wouldn't start dripping on him. As she began to speak, he pulled himself into a sitting position, arm draped over his knee while regarded her. Clearly this was a man who had seen some shit: In addition to his many scars, he seemed completely unbothered by Savarii's disturbing entrance and appearance. She was right, Soldr had indeed kind of half-assed the marketing for this little ritual by god standards. He had done it less out of enthusiasm and mostly because he felt he had an obligation to do it. Still, Savarii would see a slight smile cross his lips as he looked upon her, intrigued that anyone had shown up at all.\n\n\"No tricks.\" Soldr said with a lazy wave of his hand. He was from a barbarian tribe in a vaguely medieval culture, so her allusions to clickbait were completely incomprehensible to him. \"What would I even con you out of? We're gods, I can just make anything I want.\" He shook his head. He was going to continue, but then Sinrael materialized out of thin air. Still, he continued his thought after the Weaver voiced her objection.\n\n\"It's something that I agreed to do at the original magic ritual.\" Soldr told Savarii. \"So it's not *Just* Because I'm bored.\" He told Sinrael with a slight pout.\n\n\"Nice to meet you, Tipota.\" Soldr told him. When TSU arrived, his face cracked into a grin. She was a familiar face, the two of them occasionally playing basketball together.\n\n\"Hey! TSU, good to see you!\" He said, and if she was willing, he'd greet her like most of his friends and give her a big bear hug.\n\n\"Let's get this started. I'm Soldr, the God of Destruction.\" He said, introducing himself. He held out his hand, and a sword of brilliant orange energy winked into existence in his grasp. It was like he had plucked the sun from the sky itself and warped it into a longsword.\n\n\"Making magic is easy, but you need someone who was at the original ritual.\" Soldr said. \"Like yours truly.\" He turned the sword in his hand so he was holding it upside-down, and then stabbed it ito the air. The blade sunk in as if he'd thrusted it into reality itself. When he slid the blade out, a little hole was torn in the air, shining with pure magical energy.\n\n\"Just reach in and connect to it.\" Soldr told them. \"The rules for magic are... Uhh...\" Soldr seemed to take a bit to remember.\n\n\n\n\"You can make your magic school right now when you make the connection to The Throne, or just do the connection now and make your school later.\" He let go of the sword, and it discorporated in a shower of orange sparks. With that, Soldr returned to lounging in the air.\n\n\"That should do it for introductions. Who wants to go first?\" He asked, looking over the assembled gods.\n\n```oh also here's the doc we used to put together all the magic schools we originally made```"
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"author": "sociablealarm13",
"message": "Giddily as if she were a child, Sinrael floated over the wound in reality and reached into it with both hands, going elbow deep, sending spirals of her black smoke from her lips onto her arms and through the breach to connect her to this throne that was mentioned. \n\n\"Like so?\" She gave a chuckle for a split second and pulled her arms out from within. Next her slender hands went oh so close to one another, palms flat but never touching and slowly she pulled her hands apart while connecting her thumb and index fingers together causing a magical thread to spread from fingertip to fingertip. \n\n\"My magic shall be the magics of emotion and control... To manipulate and make malleable the wills and feelings of those it is used against...\" She smiled wider and began to rub her tongue against one of her razor teeth, before continuing her explenation of how it works. \n\n\"Fuel, Intention, and Willpower. A spell example! Perfect... Hmmm..\" She pondered for a moment and wrapped the magical thread around her index finger a few times before pulling whatever thread was left taught and tight. \n\n\"Let's say a witch gathers a few strands of hair from her target... She then wraps them around her finger like so, fueling the spell with both the hair she has stolen and the foul emotions she feels... Her intentions? For her foe to stop and be held, to halt. And so by pushing the energies of her emotions and linking them with the residual energies of her foes hair... The moment she pulls the hair taught and tight, he is immobilized. Paralyzed by magic... That is her intention.\" She gave a resounding cackle at the excitement of her idea. Then another came to her mind, one that conjured more laughter from her. \n\n\"Oooh! Another. Say you wish to bend your foe to their knees? Well... With a few well done hand gestures, control over one's emotions and energies and a perfectly timed joke... No matter how foul the humor... Cast it upon your target and speak your joke as the seal of the spell and for a short time they shall fall to their knees in hideous laughter!\" She did another mermaid like backflip in place and spun for a second, her energy a bit wild and erratic. \n\n\"They shall draw upon magic and the gifts of emotions to manipulate the feelings of others. Perhaps the caster must feel an emotion for them to perform certain spells on foes... One must feel fear to cast a spell of fear, causing their foe to flee as much as they can for a short time... Or they must feel charm, confidence or even love to enchant and charm someone for a while. Oh the possibilities are endless!\" \n\nShe then floated back to her host and tilted her head, leaning closer to him for a moment. \"Does that sound about right?\""
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "The Hive-Goddess smiles as Soldr questions what he would even get from mugging her \"I don't know~\" She says with a giggle \"I was hoping you would tell me, I hardly expected you to be *Honest* My darling~\" She coos. \"But, I'm not unfond of this development, perhaps the truth is much more tempting than a malevolent scheme or deception. I'm glad to make your acquaintance my dear Soldr, God of Destruction. I am Savarii, Hive-Goddess of Outcasts, Hiveminds and Gluttony~\" She says, bowing down low.\n\nSavarii turns to Sinrael as Soldr makes his own comments. \"*Tsk* For shame~\" She coos, her tone sarcastic and playful, making a show out of \"Chastizing\" Sinrael's guess as to Soldr's motivation, despite doing the same thing herself before. It was very clear that her reproach was false and an eccentric act just for her own amusement and held little to no weight, being completely sarcastic \"You might insult him, he's not *Only* Bored, he says. Don't assume he's so impulsive to not have *Any* Plan with so much certainty, you might hurt the feelings of our magical benefactor. I would personally be *Quite* Offended if you told me I was incapable of lying. Nobody's honest enough to completely wash off the scent of lies~\" She says, her massive mouth turning into a teasing smirk. \"I can do enough assumptions for the both of us dear sister.\" She assures the goddess of fear before turning to the task at hand. Since she had appeared with a more human lower half, she elegantly makes her way forwards, her chitinous, toothed high heels clicking at the ground as she drifted more towards the centre of the gathering. She turns to Tipota and waves at him dismissively, registering his... Less than enthusiastic greeting and still recalling his quick disappearance from her own realm. \n\n\"Oh hello Tapioca...\" She says, her tone becoming ever more so dry than before, but never fully losing its playful and overly sweet and friendly quality as she so obviously got the name wrong.\n\n\"God of Thot and Planes that Don't Matter, correct?\" She coos sweetly, her smile revealing her sharp teeth as her eyes turn towards Tipota and stare at him with a certain hunger for *Much* Too long before turning back to everybody else. She watches as Soldr cleaves through reality itself and Sinrael rushes to be the first from this group to make magic, Savarii watches silently with a smile on her face as her sister makes her spectacle. Finally, Savarii would clap her hands joyfully once Sinrael was done. \"*Oooh, how glorious~*\" She says \"Very creative my dear sister, I *Love* The idea. Very fitting~\" She coos like a proud parent before she makes her way to the rift as well, her eyes shimmering with an ominous and devious hunger. \n\n\"Sacrifice... Yes, I wouldn't have it any other way~\" She hisses joyfully. \"Power is only fun when you work for it, why give it to those who don't have the guts to do what it takes? Expression... A depiction of what makes one stand out... Runes, writing, yes... Magic should not be bottlenecked.\" Savarii seemed lost in her own philosophizing, staring into the rift at first, merely looking into the wound in reality itself. The goddess, despite her divine origins, was fascinated by all the sights and sounds and concepts that clashed with the physical, mortal realm and the powers that were so closely tied to the gods. Her eyes stared deep into the rift before, and without a second's warning, she snaps into action. Her many limbs snap out and wrap around the edges of the rift, as if stretching it out further as she lifts herself directly above the rift itself, basking in the magical energy that emanated from within. She lets out a loud, gleeful laugh.\n\n\"OOOH! THIS FEELS *MAGNIFICENT!*\" She squeals, her limbs extending outwards as she lifted herself further up above the rift and several more bug-like limbs sprouted out of her body before *Stabbing* Themselves into the rift.\n\nHer many limbs on the edge kept wrapping around tightly, trying to force it open as if fearing that the rift would try to close any second and deny her the chance to create her magic. It was an odd fear to have, but being a goddess of outcasts meant the possibility of rejection, even from a thoughtless, all-powerful rift in matter itself, was nagging in the back of her mind. Hundreds of insects swarmed from within Savarii's flesh, from underneath her chitinous armour and her very pores and tear ducts and started travelling down her body and into the realm itself. \"*THIS IS SOOOO FUNNN!!!!!!* **OH MY ME, THIS IS AMAZING!!**\" She screams, almost like a little girl. Her humanoid legs which were now hovering up off the ground due to how she had perched herself above the rift were kicking out gleefully. The swarm that made up of pieces of Savarii crawled all the way into the rift, dispersing into it with distorted hissing and buzzing sounds. \"YES!!! YESS!! *YEEESSS!!!* BY GAIA YES!\" Any and all pretense of grace and moderation that the goddess had before had disappeared as she obsessed over this single moment with a bit *Too* Much glee. \n\nJust as quick as she started connecting herself to The Throne, she stopped, her limbs twitching and snapping to the side to send her hopping back down onto solid ground, causing a loud *Click* To sound across the gardens as her heels snap against the floor. \"*Ahem*... Ok, I think I'm done.\" She mutters shyly \"That was alright, ummm... Could've been a bit better you know.\" She says, elegantly smoothing out the wrinkles on her dress as she pretends her brief moment of pure insanity hadn't even happened. \"Pretty fun, pretty fun...\" She says with a *Tsk*, looking away and not making eye contact with anybody else, playing down whatever the fuck she had just done.\n\nShe seemed hesitant to step back from the rift at first, as if wanting to do all of that again, but with a bit of an internal struggle, she stepped aside and let whoever was next take their turn. \"Your turn.\" She says, acting a bit *Too* Normal for Savarii, seeming a bit embarrassed at how she had let herself go like that. She enjoyed being disquieting and acting insane to put people off and disarm them, but she rarely had it happen so naturally."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Why is the bug sibling seem so familiar... Like how do I know her...? Also where are those selfs... I haven't heard them? Maybe I should look for them...\n\n'Ooo Soldr is here~' TSU thought as she waved to him. Though why was he coming so close? \"Wha- Soldr don't come that close-!\" If he did continue with the hug her skin would get mushy, isn't of burning it'd be more of a scalp like thing... 'hopefully that isn't bad for him... My other's would have just frozen themselves and given frostbite or something...'\n\n\"They need a price...? Just that? So like hunting... I could work with that~ though what is... The Throne... Ooo a cultural thing?\" She asked"
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"author": "smftyy1",
"message": "Tipota watched as the interactions occured until... *Savarii*, he scoffs, \"Well hello Goddess of Bugs and Rotten Flesh.\" Tipota thinks about this... Throne, he walks up and extends his hands to fly in and... Grab the... Energy? It connects, a strange sensation appears as many powers are revealed. \"I truly could not know what caused you to over react in such a manner, this is not very *Sensational*\" Tipota then went through his Divine mind and slowly built up their Magic... It was to be seen the effectiveness and efficiency of what they had just created..."
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"Nice to meet you too, Savarii.\"\n\nSoldr lazily watched as the other gods created their magical schools. His mortals didn't use much magic, though, so he personally didn't have much stake in what they did. When Sinrael stuck her arm in the hole he'd made, Soldr nodded.\n\n\"Yeah, and now you define how it gets used through your school.\" He told her. When she asked him if her magic sounded right, he merely offered a shrug.\n\n\"It's your magic.\" He said, waving his hand. \"Do what you want with it, you don't need my approval.\" He watched the others create their magic, then turned to TSU.\n\n\"The Throne is Majesty's demiplane. It's where magic comes from. Are you going to make magic or are you just here to watch?\" He asked, smirking. The others had finished and were free to go or stick around."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "'Hmm so it's my own? No need for approval? Maybe if so I shall think on how it may be~'\n\nMaybe~ maybe~ with all the heat used around many tasks can be used~ Ooo maybe such be source? And with the energy around can be used to move without causing heat? Or if heat is intended it can be used to further the act? But if no heat nearby... Maybe use something like a food? Maybe stuff like an abundance can be used~ But if none even that? Maybe one's body? Maybe such be a last resort... But it be cost still~\n\n\"Maybe mine could be using the heat or maybe in more direct way foods and stuff with energy, even certain rocks have lots of energy, though most have little~ but in pinch one could use themselves~ though only a big push most might get from using themselves... Or at least mine would... Though with heat one could make a tide, though not as big as a storm~ though most of my siblings don't have as much heat as I do in their realm... So maybe most would use stuff like coal? They have lots of energy in them~ Ooo my Magica and Magics could also be used with such...? Yes they have much energy~ though not directed without this magic I make? Yes this magic directs either passive or active energy nearby to make movement~ but how will they direct? Ooo hand movements? Yes~ with their hands they shall tell the magic where to go~\" TSU rambled."
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"author": "smftyy1",
"message": "Tipota looked around and said \"Goodbye siblings, I hope to meet again, maybe we can get to know each other some time!\" Tipota thought 'other than sherbet God of rotten flesh and mosquitoes... ' before quickly teleporting away, leaving some ' *Cosmic purple* ' dust behind which surrounded a 'business card' that said \"Tipota of Gaia\" And a crystal embedded in it which displayed the location of Anyparxia with 'Visit soon, Anyparxia' engraved..."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "The goddess would calm down a bit more from the joys of staring into the deep abyss created both by ritual *And* One of her deities. She truly appreciated the mystery and the power that eminated from it, perhaps *Too* Much as Tipota had suggested. But to her, a power greater than even a god... A byproduct of a ritual that created more mystery and intrigue than even a single deity like her or her siblings could create... It gave her food for thought. There was much to ponder and think about, and the very ideas that ran through her mind made her shudder in excitement. It wasn't often that a god stared at a power beyond their own control. She supposes that with her overly active mind however... She was probably the only one to pick apart the situation so thoroughly and ponder all the feelings and sensations. \n\nTipota's own reaction, causes her to grow ever so slightly more flustered and angry, causing her to hiss as her mandibles chittered. \"The God of Thought, as usual, is shortsighted, closed minded and lacks understanding...\" She says dryly, looking down at him condescendingly. Her prideful character not only took the attempt to humiliate her due to her overreaction personally, but she also seemed *Insulted* On behalf of the very power they were staring down. \"*If you're meant to be the beacon of our intelligence my dear, we're doomed*...\" To her, if the God of Thought couldn't understand how *Sensational* It was to grab a power that even a god themselves couldn't create on their own... Then she would not respect his domain, not that she already did when he had entered her realm not too many years ago and proven himself to lack the acceptance and open mindedness she'd have hoped from somebody presiding over his domain.\n\nWhen he leaves, Savarii gives him a polite little wave. \"Say hello to your wife for me~\" She coos with a smirk. One of her hands would reach out towards the business card and take it. \"*Ooooh...* Yoink!\" She says, quickly reading the information about Anyparxia. \"Oh how generous!~\" She coos with a smile on her face. \"I'll be sure to take him up on that offer.\" She turns to Sinrael and gives her a devious smile \"My darling sister, you should join me~\" She says, implying that her plans were anything but good.\n\nFinally, the Hive-Goddess turns to the one god left to do their magic. Savarii watches TSU ramble on with a smirk \"Yes yes darling, that's all good. Now go and touch the rift and actually *Make it*~\" She teases, flashing TSU a sharp toothed grin as her mandibles chittered. Savarii lifted a clawed hand and nibbled gently on the tip of her claw as she watched her siblings with intrigue. \"Come on, I'm excited for you darling~\" She says, her tone quite supportive despite her previous playfully venemous and condenscending tone she used for Tipota."
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"author": "shilosharp1038",
"message": "While Munuth was creating their mortals, they needed inspiration. A way to clear their mind, know what they had to do. They began travel for a while until finally finding The Garden Of Gaia. \n\n'What was this place' is all they could wonder. Passing through fields of flowers, all different kinds and scents, they took time to appreciate each one, stopping to smell them. Allowing themselves to let go, to relax, they felt every sense they had. Allowed themselves to feel every feeling they could. It was peaceful.\n\nThey walked for what felt like days just taking in the serenity of the garden. Munuth knew what they were missing, love. Passion. They fulfill desires, they are the host of desire, yet they have no want of their own.\n\n'Who am I? What is it that I want' they thought. They sat down and began to think, and think, and think. What truly was their purpose. \n\nThey pondered on this thought for a long while, yet couldn't think of anything. 'Why can't I figure out what I'm missing? What is it that makes me... Me?' Munuth began to do something unexpected. They began to cry. Not cry, wail. They became so overwhelmed with emotions, feeling like they are failing already even though they had just began."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Gardens of Gaia were not a place that Triticea had visited recently, and that was a shame. So busy had she been working in her realm and dealing with the constant drama of her siblings that she hadn't truly had much time to come out to the Garden. Still, she finally had enough calm to be able to send a fragment of herself to the place. When she was newly grown, she reflected, she had often come here for inspiration on how to style her own plants. \n\nIt was odd how a little under twenty years could make her nostalgic. The Famine Author knew she would live for decades, centuries, millennia even. In time, she knew that a mere twenty years would seem like the blink of an eye to her. Now, though, she was nearly twenty five years old. A matter of two decades was nearly all of her lifespan, and it seemed like an eternity ago that she'd sat here among her older siblings, a newborn deity helping to craft the siblings with brothers and sisters who no longer existed. \n\nThe Wheatmother was snapped out of her rumination by an unexpected sound. Was that wailing? Curious, she approached the source of the sound. She knew that most gods loathed to cry in public, so she wondered who would be bold enough to sob out here in the Gardens of Gaia rather than in the privacy of a personal realm or a demiplane. She followed the noise to its source, finding a sibling she was not familiar with. For a moment she wondered if she should leave the other deity to their crying, but ultimately decided to approach.\n\nTriticea Genetrix approached with an unshakeable confidence and took a seat next to this sibling. \"What ails you, sibling?\" She asked quietly. Her tone was gentle and calm. She didn't want to frighten the younger divinity, and if they did not wish to share then she would not push. She smoothed the divine linen of her chiton, getting comfortable just in case this sibling did feel like talking."
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"author": "shilosharp1038",
"message": "At first Munuth was scared of the deity in front of them. They had yet to meet another of their kind. 'Is she friend or foe? Could she be trusted?' Munuth thought for a moment before finally caving in and deciding to trust her. They took a deep breath and began to speak.\n\n'I am the Host of Desire, yet i do not understand my own desires. How can i help my mortals if I don't yet know who i am?' they said, voice breaking and trembling. 'How can i call myself a host of desire when i have no desire of my own?!' their voice was now raising in volume and becoming agitating. \n\nMunuth grabbed a flower in their hand and crushed it in their hand. As they became more and more upset the flowers around them began to wilt and wither. 'My people hate each other, constantly wishing for another's death or something of a disgusting nature. Some of them even kill in my name! Thinking ill do what they want! I am so lost. What am i supposed to do when i am failing even though i have just begun?'"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Famine Author listened quietly, waiting for Munuth to run themself ragged from their ranting before she finally offered a reply. The length of Munuth's worries gave Triticea the time to really think over what to say in response, so there was no pause or hesitation when it came time for her to speak. \n\n\"You need not understand your desire.\" Triticea Genetrix said, \"Only to ensure that you carry out desire to the fullest extent. Your domain is a duty that you must promote, sibling, not a fundamental truth that you need to understand.\" \n\nIt was not a problem that she had, but she had two distinct advantages over this sibling. First, judging that she had not seen this other deity before, she knew that they must be young. Triticea, on the other hand, had had twenty five years to mull over the meaning of her domain. It also helped that her domains were more objective. Agriculture, hunger, satiety, those were things easily understood and carried out. Something like desire was far more nebulous.\n\nThe Wheatmother could not blame this sibling for not fully understanding the meaning of their domain.\n\nBut that was the end of the solidly good advice that she could offer. The problem here was that Triticea was a creature of purpose, and fulfilling the divine purpose given to them by the World Tree was all she truly cared about. That meant that instead of trying to offer advice on how to stop mortals from killing each other or to carry out their desires peacefully, she instead suggested,\n\n\"But I do not believe violence is failure.\" She shook her head. \"Desire is passion, emotion.\" She reached over and plucked the crushed flower from Munuth's hand. She willed her palm to slice open, divine ichor dripping from the wound onto the flower and rejuvenating it. \n\n\"Violence is not anathema to desire. They fight, they kill, and they show devotion to your desire. If anything, it seems to me that the hatred and war between your mortals is not failure, but rather a sign of your success.\""
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"author": "shilosharp1038",
"message": "Munuth listened with great interest. Their crying slowed and they simply.. Listened. Listened to every word that this deity was saying. As the flower was plucked from their hands, feeling it be completely mended, she began to smile. Perhaps there was some merit to this idea. \n\n'Desire is a strong thing. Perhaps instead of wanting to control my peoples desires, I should control myself. Allow my mortals to be themselves yet control what desires I fulfill.' They pondered that idea for a moment before speaking again.\n\n'If they desire so strongly, even if these are dark desires, then you might just be right. Maybe this is something to not be seen as a curse, but just be seen. Accepted.'\n\nMunuth stood up and walked up to the flowers that she had caused to wither, focusing on mending and repairing them. 'Just as a flower, even those that don't look quite right can be mended. Can be beautiful. Thank you for this.'"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"It is up to your interpretation how you fulfil the duty of desires that Mother Gaia has given you.\" She affirmed. \"Whether you choose to grant every desire or none at all and force your people to claw for a goal they will never reach... So long as you continue to act in pursuit of promoting desire, then you have succeeded in your duties.\"\n\nIn the end, how her siblings went about things didn't matter all too much to her so long as they did their jobs. It was what had allowed Sinrael to slip off the hook after that troublesome sister had first landed in hot water for her part in the Mortality Ritual so long ago. \n\nSo long as the gods continued to carry out the divine mission given to them by Gaia without attacking the World Tree, Triticea was largely content to leave them to their own devices. Unfortunately, it seemed like most of her siblings seemed to find even this simple task difficult. At least this sibling next to her now seemed able and willing to fulfil her duty.\n\n\"There is no need to thank me.\" She shook her head. \"I was only doing what is expected of a goddess. We must strive to not only promote our own divine domains given to us by the World Tree, but also help others to fulfil their duties where they have doubts.\"\n\nHer voice was calm yet firm and determined. There was no hesitation or pause in her voice as she stated this as fact, because in her eyes it was fact. Duty to Gaia was their ultimate goal, and anything that was done to reach that end was what she considered to be right. A god's duties extended beyond their own domain, as it was also their job to lift up the siblings that were doubtful and worried back into their proper duties."
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"author": "shilosharp1038",
"message": "Munuth sat there for a moment, hanging on every word the older deity said. Considering the meaning within their mind and heart. 'I think I understand now. I have created my mortals to Desire and yet I have snuffed it if it does not meet my standards. I am born with a purpose and no matter what i should fulfill that purpose. As we have spoken I had created mortals and.. I became so enraged by one of their actions I killed one of them with my bare hands..'\n\nThey stopped for a moment. Taking in each and every smell of the flowers around them. Everything has life within them. Though these flowers have no choice or free will, they still survive. Even when they die, they can come back just as beautiful as before. Then the Host began to smile, even chuckled ever so slightly. \n\n'Its so interesting. Even when I question everything around me and the decisions I have made, when all I need to do is become who I need to be. Even if i make mistakes, even if my existence is some sort of cruel joke, it does not matter'\n\nMunuth may not know who they are just yet for they are young, but they must try. It is their duty. Their mortals deserve a Host who can care and nurture them. They admired the Goddess, though just meeting them they have realized that they do have a purpose. This guidance meant the world to Munuth.\n\nThey waited a long while in silence them spot again. 'I have a purpose, even if I don't yet know how to go about it, I will do my best to learn. Not for myself but for those around me.' With these last words Munuth laid down, taking in everything that surrounded them. They felt calm. Safe. Secure."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"There's nothing wrong with smiting a few mortals. You can always replace them.\" Triticea Pueri shrugged. \n\n\"Our best is all you need to give. Our mother gifted us with phenomenal power, sibling. Do not be afraid to use it.\" \n\nShe reached over behind her to a small bonsai tree, tapping at each of its branches.\n\n\"We all have different duties. Agriculture, eternity, desire, lust... What that duty is rarely matters. Just continue to promote and pursue the domain granted to you by our mother, and all will be well.\"\n\nA cruel joke, hm? She did not understand Munuth, but she did not feel that she needed to. So long as that motivation continued to push her sibling towards the spread and propogation of desire, then such philosophies and understandings were ultimately meaningless.\n\nThe result was all that mattered in the end, not the methods that were taken to achieve it. That is, unless the methods involved outright attacking Gaia, because a whole lot of their siblings had taken it upon them to do that in recent times.\n\nActually... Was it recent anymore? The Mortality Ritual had taken place... Gaia, twelve years ago. It felt like just yesterday that she'd been surrounded by enemies, traitors and bystanders alike.\n\nPerhaps she, too, was getting old.\n\nRegardless of her feelings, she placed a hand on her sibling's shoulder. \"The World Tree would not have crafted you if you were not suitable for the job. Gaia may make mistakes with her choice of gods sometimes, but with dedication like yours, I doubt you are among them.\"\n\nShe tried not to sound too bitter about it. So many of her siblings had turned tail against the one that had granted them power, and so many more still simply sat and watched by the sidelines as their darker siblings committed atrocities against the World Tree.\n\nBut Munuth did not need to hear that right now. What this sibling needed was encouragement, not to be reminded of the flaws rampant in the children of the World Tree."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Watching the cycle of life spawn and wilt in front of you, over and over. It does things... Messes with the mind, sometimes. Even the most outrageous and notorious deities need but a moment to rest, what better place than the comfortable branches of his former mother? The titanic orange serpent coils and nests around one of the many beautiful and perfectly cut hedges of the gardens... Soaking in the vast beauty and array of vibrancies, it was unusual for the god of change to be willing to relax. This was a split of his consciousness, split away to try and calm the nerves of his other appearances. The exchange with Pureman begged for some time away from it all.*\n\n*The silence was refreshing; he expected gods to show up and pester. Such was the way of curiosity in this world, born to struggle against the fate they were given. Indulging in questions was not a bad way to pass the time, though Edon often wished they didn't ask the questions to him. What was up with that? So many gods wanted to come see him all the time, so many visitors... So little time to play with them. He finds peace in the normal environment. Alternatively, someone may pervade his wishes and continue to sprout conversation.*\n\n*This form was simply too weak to participate in violence, so the questions would have to be answered. Not necessarily truthfully, the large glowing display of energy pulses faintly as the creature continues to coil and constrict one of the nearby plants. Shrinking down to nothing more than a small common snake, trying his best to avoid attention. Though the unforgivable and unmissable stench of wrongness still seeps from the monster's bated breaths.*\n\n`\"To think you are the cause of my problems, dearest shrub.\"` *The snake calls out, his voice a cacophony of various tones and songs, every syllable a new performance of mixed echoes and delightful humming. It was almost enticing, was this version of Edon... Happy? For now. That may be the case.*"
},
{
"author": "winweasel",
"message": "Amythyst didn't come to the gardens, no, she was drawn to them. Finding her way up again into the upper branches, where precious pockets of peace lay. She didn't sit and read her grammar books to distract herself from anxiety or sadness. The garden seemed to absorb all the noise and chaos she had seen. She walked carefully, almost testing every step before she took it. After her fall, she wasn't going to keep her head in the clouds. That's when she heard the voice. \n\n** \"To think you are the cause of my problems, dearest shrub.\"** *What?*\n\n\"Who? Me?\" Amythyst breathed. It was half thought- half speech. *That voice couldn't possibly mean me. After all, I'm sure they even see me. Still, I could be a problem. That all depends on how much attention they paid in school. I could solve their problems then.* \n\nAmythyst almost took a step, and then she took a step back. Was she really going to meddle with more gods? *Well, actually, more siblings if my information sources are to be believed. Why wouldn't they be? What would one have to gain from lying to *Me?* *\n\nThe whole world revolved around her. She was newly born, unaware of anything but herself. There was so much exploring to do, so many new people and view points to meet. Because of that fact, Amythyst couldn't resist. She took a step, and then another. Closer to the voice. The one that spoke to *Her.* So what if she had been called a shrub? She had been called weirder names, like Amethyst. Her steps got a little faster, and her heart fluttered. What had she done to cause someone's problems, someone's pain? What lengths would she go to fix them? The answer to the first question was not so easy for her, yet the second one was elementary. She would go the length of the garden.\n\nAmythyst called out as she got closer to where she thought the voice was and gripped her book a little tighter. She exhaled sharply. A chance is not torture, after all. Should she be the problems or not, it was worth trying to help out a sibling. It was decided, after her long hesitance. ** \"Hello? May I help you?\"**"
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*A long, dramatically drawn out sigh echoes as Edon hears the first signs of another deity walking round, a voice he was not familiar with. Yet one all the same... The small snake continued to lounge around in the hedges and bushes, silently stalking and watching over the prey before him. As the strange foe grew closer and closer, he would eventually peer through the foliage, two amber eyes pierce like daggers to the soul. He was riddled with wrongness... If she hadn't felt it before, she would feel it now. The curse Gaia herself, their mother had inflicted. Even newborn gods could feel the rot that emanated from this vile creature that told them to flee. Though from this tiny and clearly weakened form, surely there could be no harm.*\n\n`\"I did not mean you, I meant her.\"`\n\n*The coiling mass of scales finally scoots through the leaves and sits atop the bush, rather peacefully. Wrapping their large rattler tail around the full extension of the body so it could lay out flat like a frisbee. Enjoying the cool breeze and dainty rays that protruded from the newly complete star ritual. For one that embodied eclipses, it was certainly a guilty pleasure to find the god doing the equivalent of sunbathing. In regards to what they were pointing at, the snakes head tilts towards the vast branches and construction that makes up the world tree. They were blaming the thing that birthed them for problems.*\n\n`\"You are the second deity I've met to ask before trying to do something. The first was surrounded by idiots. If this were any other land... You would be back to the fruits of which you came, consider my time valuable. I am here to relax. I do appreciate the minor hesitation, many of your kin lack it so direly.\"` *Your kin? Wasn't this snake meant to be one of them... What made him different, the natural aversion was probably a good start. In reality it was a self proclaimed title, but to an unassuming passerby such as this. It may raise more questions and do more harm than good. The voice still carried that confusing and ever shifting tone, this was a peculiar creature...*"
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"author": "winweasel",
"message": "*\"... I meant her.\"* *Her?* Amythyst's breathing picked up. This was another lesson the young goddess had to learn. The world wasn't hers and other gods had problems beyond her scale. \n\nShe considered walking away. This clearly wasn't her moment. It was the wrong moment. Everything was wrong. The wrong started near her chest and spread out. Why did she feel so guilty, while being innocent? The feeling circled and spread around her like Melancholia's smog. Just like in the Land of Eternal Rain, she was paralyzed. Frozen with her feelings. What was that feeling that wanted to take the blame and be the but of every joke? The cause of every problem? Why was there a nostalgia connected to blame? Amythyst couldn't breathe. The words the voice said barely registered in her head. \n\n\"...Idiots...\" \n\nIt wasn't an attack on her, yet she felt the label described her. She was an idiot for assuming everything was because of her. Why couldn't she snap out of it? Wasn't it good she could realize her errors? \n\nAmythyst let out a small cry, finally she was able to breathe. With a breath in, she reminded herself of the definition of idiot. It wasn't her... Completely. With the breath out, she remembered the word that came right after in the dictionary. She replayed the words that the voice said. Was she taking too long responding? Would the voice relax in peace and be startled and annoyed when she talked again? What could she say to prove she was worth someone's time? \n\n** \"Thank you. I can leave, if you desire, but if you allow me to stay, I could tell you something that could solve atleast a few of your problems... Regardless of their origin.\"** Was this stupid? Oh yes. Was it annoying? Probably.\n\nHowever, Amythyst was a moth to a light. A moth to a flame, an Icarus. The feelings of her self doubt and idiocy were familiar, she paid no attention to them. Any reflection she had done would only hit and affect her later. Later when she found a serene spot to call her own. There she could truly see what she had done. For now, she wasn't going to stop until she got burnt."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"Kyeheh... Kyehehehehehehhe...\"` *The god cackles at the posed question, studying her emotions and reactions. Watching the goddess become lost in thought, such doubt and hesitation. He had seen it before, yet another new deity must walk the realm... Though they seemed less intent on getting questions answered, the tiny snake pulls a small grin as his eyes flutter and shut, allowing himself to be lost in the tranquility. Amythysts voice would slowly creep into background noise. Another instrument in the choir of natural order, she was extremely lucky to find him in this state, weakened... Strangled by the confines of another deity.*\n\n*Silence... The god controls his laughter as it simmers down to simplistic breaths. In and out... Small huffs of divine energy puff out like smoke with each moment he takes, the feelings experienced here were hard to describe. The sensation you get when you take one look at somebody and decide they're bad news, Edon was bad news through and through. A forked tongue pokes through the smoke and gently traces one of the leaves. It quickly begins to rot and decay, withering away to nothing. Only to spring back into life a second later. Change... The state of everything possible and all that was impossible.*\n\n`\"You? Unless you have a spear capable of severring my conscious from this world permanently, I do not believe you can solve anything. You are welcome to try, do tell me. All seeing deity. What are your words of wisdom?\"` *He indulges her request out of morbid curiosity. A smirk begins to stretch over the snake in expectations, should these words be chosen poorly there was no telling what might happen next. To anger Edon was no difficult task, but to try and overturn his way of thinking? Absolute suicide. Amythyst stood toe to toe with a god killer and wished to impart her words?*\n\n`\"Choose carefully, fate is fickle. As if your life when in my eyes...\"`"
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"author": "winweasel",
"message": "Threats were empty to Amythyst, no matter their source. She didn't care who this voice was. If she could put herself into a situation, she could take herself out. Curiosity killed the cat. It killed Amythyst too, but to spread the glory of grammar... That was more important. \n\nShe took another few moments to really think what she would say. It had to be useless, but just enough interesting to distract the voice from its problems. She listed the facts in her head and reasons for and against them. This had to be a good fact, after all. \n\nShe found the perfect one. ** \"If you ever feel like life is all a bunch of disorder, just remember that English adjectives have an order. It goes opinion-size-shape-color-purpose, with some others going in between. A freak even bigger than me made that rule. Life is bound by rules, aren't you glad for them? Fate is fickle, but grammar isn't.\"** Amythyst chuckled. It certainly made her feel better. Knowing the correct place to put adjectives was silly when she didn't know where to put her realm. Somehow, it always made her feel in place, like she was an adjective in a sentence.\n\nShe didn't know what she was getting herself into. Or perhaps she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. Whatever it was, she said her small fact and hoped for the best. Amythyst was no stranger to talking to dangerous beings, it was baked in to her from the moment she hatched. That streak that made her keep talking even when her life was on the line. She started, and she wasn't going to turn back."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"Your words of wisdom... Are grammatical tips? By Gaia... She's running out of ideas now. What are you the god of exactly? Let me guess, you harbour dominion over the almighty synonym.\"` *Edons voice was breaking, finding himself in utter hysterics at this entire conversation. A true laugh, even if he was cackling at her as opposed to with her, to see this god truly find something amusing beyond a mere glance was an impressive achievement. Supposedly there were rules for adjectives. Order... Edon despised order in the traditional sense. That made this revelation even more amusing.*\n\n*To be glad for them? To be happy in any semblance, did she not hear his words? Edon spoke of death and misery, why would such a monster have any reason to be happy? The scales across his body continue to shift and alternate, creating patterns of slightly mismatched and dysfunctional links. A subtle hint that the idea of order may not of struck a chord with this beast of creation in the slightest. He continues to crack until the god fully bursts out laughing in amusement, completely losing it over the simple sentence. The snake rolls over and hisses with an uncontrollable giggle that almost breaks through into his true voice. Stifling the laughter, the body continues to spasm and twitch as it coughs and chokes on his own words.*\n\n`\"Oh... My... You're right, you can solve one of my problems... I've not seen a better Jester since Xanthous, Kyehehe... You two could make a circus!? KYEHEH- BAHAHAHAH\"` *The god continues in his hysterical and manical enjoyment, it was dragging on for far too long. Either this god hadn't heard a joke in a while or was entertained by little things such as this, after-all. So many of them took everything so seriously, himself included. To see a god that intentionally or not, made a fool of themselves in front of the snake... Not even in his usual gigantic form.*\n\n`\"What's your arch rival? A GUY WITH A LISP? KYEHEHEHEHE\"` *It just kept going... When would it end? She had somehow managed to stay true to her word, she had solved a problem. At least temporary, though no doubt this wasn't the intended route to a solution.*"
},
{
"author": "winweasel",
"message": "Amythyst sighed in relief before giggling along with the voice. She moved towards it, or rather tried. She was stuck in place, making a fool of herself. It was a familiar sensation, the laughter of another. Amythyst laughed so hard she sneezed. When she finished, she smiled brightly.\n\n** \"I'm Amythyst, the goddess of spelling and English grammar. Unfortunately, synonyms are outside my jurisdiction. However, more uplifting and motivational quotes can be found in my book.\"** Amythyst smirked as she tried to look for the voice. \n\nIt felt so good to *Finally* Talk to someone without the looming dread and confusion she had. It had melted with the voice's laughter. She felt, for a moment, she belonged. She didn't care if she was being laughed at or with. There was grammar, that was all she needed to belong. Grammar truly moved mountains. Her brain was having trouble thinking. She tried anyways. It was only her careful thinking that got her this outcome, and now she needed to move even more carefully to make a new friend, or at the very least not an enemy. At best, she could sell a copy of her book. \n\n** \"My enemies are those who misspell my name. My name has two Ys, not an E. \"** She said the words as if she was saying someone died. Her face was contorted with rage. If anyone spelled her name wrong in her future realm, she knew she would dump them in the hole she made. It would be a perfect solution for how to fill it up. She sat on a bench. She considered asking the voice to talk about themselves, but she really needed to drive book sales. She would keep the conversation on herself a little longer. Just a *Little* Longer. Surely, she could make this conversation stay pleasant, if not make it better."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"Unfortunate indeed.\"` *The snake stops giggling finally. Rolling back over and opening its mouth, baring two large fangs that dripped with an unknown blue substance. It was hard to tell what it may of been, poison? Blood? Something worse? Too many questions that couldn't be answered. The air seems to distort around the snake, hissing and fizzling as though the very rules of reality are broken around him. The hedge the creatures tender underbelly lays upon rots and heaves as it gives way, the small creature winding down between the remaining branches and roots as it grows closer to the goddess. Raising their head up the viper is poised to strike, those eyes begin to blaze with an unforgivable sin...*\n\n`\"Well. Amythyst, I... Am Edon - Fate, Change and Eclipses. As of recently declared the exile god. So i'm afraid I am in no need of merchandise, I have minds to read. Not books. Knowledge comes from many a places, we all learn in our own way. I learn from first hand experience- First... Er. Fang experience I suppose. God look at you, getting me to question my own phrases.\"`\n\n*The snake shakes its head as the deprived atmosphere continues to grow in intensity, more rot spreads. The air becomes harder to see through, harder to breath. The lights begin to flicker, as though the sun itself was extinguished. Engulfed in a black crown of flaming thorns... Eclipsed. The two sit in near darkness. His eyes pave the way, staring grimly.*\n\n`\"Well then, consider me no enemy. I give you the benefit of the doubt for amusing me, call it jesters privilege. Tell me, are you aware of such a phenomenon? To be able to speak and mock freely, for nothing they say seems to matter.\"` *He pauses again. Allowing the goddess to bask in the depraved and rancid environment that had so quickly encroached upon the pleasant conversation. Even the ones he harboured resentful neutrality for are warned to stay away. Being seen with such an influence is a bad idea. People will raise questions, though... He did not remind her of this fact as he does others. She would be able to worm her way out of those situations should it arise.*"
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"author": "winweasel",
"message": "Amythyst leaped back. She didn't want this blue stuff to be on her. It looked like it could end her life. For real this time though. The snake got closer. Amythyst took shallow breaths since she knew eventually her breathing would stop. As the snake looked at her with a gleam in its eyes, she stopped and wondered if this was the end. Already the end. Was the book too much? \n\nAs the snake began to speak, Amythyst found out the true name of this god. Edon. Fate, change, eclipses. Amythyst was in deep trouble as the exiledgod blamed her for questioning his phrases. She looked around for a way out, but it was too late. She answered her own question, it was too late.\n\nDarkness encircled Amythyst, like a quill on papyrus. Her glasses shielded Amythyst from damage to her eyes, but she couldn't see anything. She hoped her glasses would come out unscathed. That and she would remain atleast somewhat alive. It was like they were in a cave meant for only the two of them. With no way out. Amythyst shook, her body begged for another breath. It would be useless, as the air was like a smoke from a black fire. \n\n*Jester's privilege.* Amythyst's heart sped up even faster. Was she safe? Was jester's privilege the reason she did not about danger, or threats? How was this so... Natural? Was the authority on grammar meant to always be taken as a joke? She was a joke, was she not? Who needed a grammar authority, especially one as stubborn and annoying as her? \n\nAmythyst singled all her questions into one as the storm around her kept up the intensity. She feared she would soon rot here too. She had one question: Would being a joke make her well known and well worshipped? She would have to find out later. Now, there was Edon to avoid angering.\n\n** \"Aware of such a... Phenomenon?\"** She still faltered as the question seared itself into her brain. ** \"I haven't witnessed it happen to anyone but me, it seems. I would not want to overstay my welcome. Do you wish me to leave or shall I humor you with something more outrageous than the last fact? I understand you have no need for my book, but exile does not mean a free for all with grammar. Who knows, you could kill the other gods with laughter by saying something of the sort I would say. \"**\n\nExile... Did she sense more danger to get herself into? What if she got exiled for only talking to Edon? Then again, did it matter? If she told anyone she saw Edon, she was sure some people would consider it a bit. A prank by a young goddess. Whose side was better? \n\nThere was something irresistible about grammar, and about danger. This was not just an enemy. It was an opportunity. \n\nAnnoying to the last bit, Amythyst spoke, her breath clearing the smoke and seeing eye to eye with the viper. ** \"Shall I leave, or is there something I can do for you?\"**"
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"Do not worry... You are not the only one that suffers such, fate. I have witnessed countless. You'll find others in good time. Just not with me.\"` *His voice is like icy, a dagger in the throat. No longer calm, just the bone chilling wrath of one that grew tired and conflicted over even the most casual of conversation. The strange aura and eerie portrayal of the world spread further like creeping vines. Wrapping around perceptions, altering and warping things. Yet, this was where Edon felt most relaxed... Those eyes grew weary and tired, heavy with the exhaustion of countless conversing and fighting. The beasts mouth closes with a firm snap as the snake flops to the floor and does its best to focus on resting.*\n\n`\"It has been an experience meeting you deity, I can only wish you the best. I'm sure we will meet again, but it is for the better you go elsewhere. If you are caught with me they may just quarter and hang you.\"` *His voice drones with a dark chuckle, there was a joke in there somewhere. Though it was hard not to believe with the way he portrayed both himself and the world. With a final movement of his forked tongue. The reality bending display comes to an abrupt end and everything returns to normal, giving them both some clarity.*\n\n*Now resting on the floor of the garden, the snake enjoys the feeling of the grass as it rests peacefully within, though with one hidden divine eye open. It was too risky to actually slumber here, instead the god would lounge. There was no escaping his inevtible pursuers, the hunters of all gods deemed monsters. Even now, this placed seemed... Eerily quiet, perhaps they were gathering elsewhere. Not to worry, nothing could be done to him. Edon felt truly invincible, with the new found 'power' to be able to permanently end a gods life.*\n\n`\"Goodbye, Amythyst. Don't let godhood go to your head, or else it's creatures like me that play clean up.\"`"
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"author": "winweasel",
"message": "Amythyst was started by the sudden change the conversation had taken. First, it seemed Edon had only been hinting at the conversation ending, and now he wants just spelling it out- he was reading it to her and asking if she understood. \n\nAmythyst's light purple eyes traces the shifting snake. This was the only image that caused her to decide to not make snakes in her realm. She needed to know if Edon came there, for some reason, she would know it was him. \n\nShe would know it was him and made sure he left quickly. \n\nThe warning was an alarm bell for Amythyst. She had a feeling it would be hard to joke her way out of getting hanged by the rest of her siblings. ** \"Well, I wish you the best as well, good luck on your exile and associated problems with it.\"** Amythyst smiled a little, nervous but sincere, contrasting the dark chuckle that came with her warning. She didn't get all types of jokes. She only understood what she could joke back. She was tempted to say, * 'I wish you the best, but if you use the semicolon wrong, I will see why you deserved to be exiled.'* She didn't. She didn't want to be a mess to be cleaned up. The sudden shift to reality brought her back to her wits. \n\nShe watched Edon slither farther away from her, deeper into the gardens. *Godhood...* She thought, pondering his words. *I've.. Always been this way, even before I knew I was immortal. How would I let it go to my head?* \n\nWould the goddess take herself seriously, or would she remember her interaction with Edon? What was more powerful: wisdom of the world or wisdom of the time to crack a joke? ** \"Goodbye Edon, may grammar help you.\"** The world was hers to explore. There were lessons to be learned. People to be met. \n\nAmythyst left the garden. Time to make her own world. ** \"Thank you,\"** She said, although not in Edon's general direction. She had a feeling he would hear. As she looked back, she didn't realize the garden was ending. She fell again."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "```End works for me, Good RP :)```"
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{
"author": "sociablealarm13",
"message": "Amidst the gardens of Gaia, a rolling black smoke seemed to appear. Certainly not enough to cover the entirety of the gardens but enough to be noticed. This smoke, as thick as it was seemed to rise from the ground and form a pillar of sorts before the shape began to be visible. A womanly form, draped in a sleeveless dress of black smoke and fog, even her pale skin seemed to roll like smoke in the wind but only on the edges of her silhouette. Even her visage and face was partially covered by a hood and her mass of messy black hair that cascaded down her shoulders. She wiggled her fingers yet again and began to inhale deeply attempting to gather a sense of this place. She was new, fresh born and exploring. This was the first place she had come across other than the upper branches of her birth. \n\nShe sniffed the air once more, inhaling her own aura and energy. A revitalizing scent to her, for her aura and energy was... Mercurial, erratic, manic... It was fluctuating constistantly. A dynamic that revealed what she was like somewhat. She spoke, her mouth opening to reveal her razor teeth and a voice somehow mixed with a sultey whisper and a raspy, scratchy sound. \n\n\"Hello hello helloooo... Anyone else in these... Wondrous gardens?\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*An average sized snake rests calmly in the garden... Pressed gently against the cold and pure grass. Everything here seemed so beautiful, everything completely perfect in texture and scents. Edon travelled here exactly for that reason, to enjoy something perfect in its creation. Not subject to the cold whims of fate, it had already been decided for the vegetation and foliage. To be ever-green, ever flowing. Pure...*\n\n*It was a shame that the beast resting here was far from it.*\n\n*Unaware of the smoke forming and her initial arrival. The god still had his eyes closed in a partial slumber, it was not until further movements and the speech he would rear his scaly head upwards. A forked tongue darts carefully between his two fangs, stood much smaller and below the goddess. Was Edon, a creature made of glowing energy that shifted and contorted in unpredictable madness, there was no pattern to track. It would seem they both were prone to the abyssal grasp and clutches of changes. Unfortunately for Sinrael, she had come across the god that embodied these concepts.*\n\n`\"Do all gods call out like a lost puppy on their arrival here? Do you have no sense of peace. Is she that stupid? To give you the gift of divinity yet nothing in the way of common sense.\"` *The gods voice is raspy, rotting and decaying... A mixed bag of accents and tones all call out at once, a swift wave of coos and echoes make up the gods primary speech. Throughout all of the noise, it still seemed perfectly able to be understood. One voice in particular pushes through the humming of the choir, a grumbling and displeased male voice. Malice oozed like venom from every syllable.*\n\n*Wrongness seeps into the environment, an eerie feeling. Gaia herself had exiled this snake, now Sinrael would feel that warning. The sensation in her head that told her to flee, this god was bad news... Even newborn gods, ones that hadn't been alive before the incident that occurred in those branches. His consumption of a god fruit... It could've been her, if she were born a smidge earlier. Funny how that one works...*"
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"author": "sociablealarm13",
"message": "The lady cloaked in smoke and fog stepped forward, eying the serpent and the flora of the area... Then her eyes went to the figure. Edon, his mercurial form and the unpredictable behavior of his being and energy. Her smile grew wider and her razor teeth bit upon her bottom lip, drawing blood before she etched ever closer to the being she saw. She spoke again, her voice fluctuating in high pitched excitement to a lower, sweetened softness. \n\n\"You're... Beautiful... Your very being moves like a bug trying to escape a glass orb... And your smell...\" She inhaled deeply again, breathing in what was his vibe. Her way of sensing or getting a feel for another it seemed. \"You wreak of unrest and yet... There's some sense of... Boredom about you... As if you've been there, done that... You seem so over it all and yet so... Stuck in it.\" \n\nHer very being seemed to sip on the Malice from his voice, and the wrongness that leaked from him seemed to invigorate and excite her. She was new, and appearantly she had followed her divine subconscious, her domain, to end up here. Right before a prime example of what she coveted and craved. \n\n\"I do not smell... Regret or guilt... Which is gooooood...\" She seemed to trapse just above the ground to circle around him, watching him like he was some art piece on display. And though her words seemed harsh, it was obvious she meant them as compliments of some form. \n\n\"Forgive the staring and the gazing but... You must be change... Not chaos, for even chaos can be controlled and predicted. But change that must be, may be, and delights me. I am named Sinrael, though I assume you know this or you do not care.\" The concept of him not caring about her name seemed to be a good thing to her, a fun note she assumed and took."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"Flattery only buys you time with those interested in playing ball.\"` *He responds calmly, as the two finally converge upon each other. The snake quickly shifts and grows in a rancid twisting, bones snapping. Flesh ripping... The gruesome sight of metamorphosis takes place in a split second, the once quaint little creature begins to very rapidly tower over the goddess. Now standing at his usual form, a large decaying creature... Scales mismatched and misaligned, cracked and out of place. Some pop out from the body like they're wriggling for escape, others seem stabbed into the flesh. Tilted diagonally. One amber eye stares with a dull lack of amusement, whilst the other is shut. Obscured by nothing more than a shadowy patch that covers it, gone was the pretty display. Now it was a nightmare, though it would not surprise him if this god would find that more interesting.*\n\n`\"I do not care for your name, that is interchangeable. I care for what you stand for, what you represent. So I know where to put you on the burial list.\"` *He groans, even his threats were far too casual, dropped as if it were normal speech. Something was seriously wrong with this one and she didn't even know the half of it yet. He did not show care for the compliments, or unrest at her analogies. She could not understand change, he did not understand it. So that would not make sense... Chaos is nothing but a speck on the grand scheme of change, fate is the antithesis to such a theory, so much so that Edons existence was one large contradiction.*\n\n*The winding overbearing monster leans his head down and exhales harshly in her face, the unmistakable stench... Of a dead god... He indulges her just this one, if she wished to see some sort of monster than she would be granted a mere fragment of insight into what he was capable of, not many gods could say they had permanently rid a creature from the world, only one other could say they had ridded two...*\n\n*The life around them starts to decay, the beautiful light that keeps them healthy obscured and eclipsed by a wreath of inky flame... He blots out the light, either for privacy for what he wished to do... Or as a mere reminder of who was in control of this situation.*\n\n`\"Speak, child.\"` *Child... That's right, she was a child to him... A pest in the garden, a caterpillar eating at the leaves, banished with a simple swing.*"
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"author": "sociablealarm13",
"message": "The goddess chuckled a bit at his mention of flattery. In her eyes she did not intend to flatter, no she spoke only her perspective. Her view of him, her truth in her being. Then he reformed his self, her mouth almost watering as the horrific display happened before her. \n\nThen he leaned close and breathed the stench of decayed and dead divinity upon her. She stepped back, not in disgust or fear or repulsion but in excitement. She jumped a little, one foot after the other like a small game of hop scotch standing in place. Her razor teeth began to bite her left thumb before she grabbed it from her mouth and smiled at the man some more. \n\n\"What I am... What I stand for, and represent is Fear and Discord. Strife and A lack of love... Does that clarify where I lay on your burial list?\"\n\nShe didn't seem perterbed by his terrifying form and visage, to her it was... Most likely impossible. An entity that embodied fear, being afraid. One that knew of and reveled in all the inner turmoils and darker aspects of ones heart. She was either devoid of fear completely, or it was all she had and had made it into a strength. If all one knows is fear and turmoil, it is as if nothing at all."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"Fear... That puts you low. You embody an art that is temporary, fear can be extinguished... Discord may be sowed, but only in some...\"` *A cruel smirk creeps into view, flesh ripping where his jaw would be. Her strange reactions and interest reminded him deeply of Savarii, another goddess that had shown depraved interest in his mutilated methods and recognition, when would this madness stop? Why were gods so obsessed with him. Deity after deity, at his lap with those decrepit eyes of lust... He considered indulging them in a little bit of torture, just to give them something to vilely enjoy. Pleasure and pain seemed to walk a very thin life here... With this one, especially.*\n\n`\"I... Personally. Solve those temporary setbacks, a long term solution to a short term problem one could say.\"` *The god tilts his head and cackles as he stares at the sky, the clear gap in the sky where a star used to be. The god drowned out by his very essence, a feat that should not of been achievable, gods could be reborn... So the theory that Edon had permanently slaughtered a creature was terrifying in a uniquely evil way, to break the very boundaries and restrictions placed on them through divinity via pure hatred and spite. Even if it weren't true, there was no way to refute it. The answer could not be found.*\n\n*Edons speech and mannerisms were an insult to the meaning of fear, he weaved his form and flexed those grim bloody teeth with painstaking desire. Sinrael may be incapable of feeling fear, but dread... Dread would be a plenty, he was convinced he could make her scream if he chose. Fear was a powerful motivator, but it can only motivate the living. Dying breaths tend to be riddled with that motivation... This was what made Edon so rancid, the lack of a miral compass. There was no lines he hadn't crossed, abuse... Torture, manipulation, gaslighting. All of it was but a tool in the fateweavers conquest. He does not respond with his name yet, wanting them to ask. For them to submit and bend to his wills.*"
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"author": "sociablealarm13",
"message": "The goddess chuckled for a moment before raising a finger in slight protest. \"Fear... Is far more than just being scared. Anger is a fear of being hurt again... Loneliness is a fear of being unloved... Despair is a fear of failure, hopelessness. Fear, at least as I see it... Is a strong source for each of the so called negative emotions... Open your mind a bit to the beautiful psychological understandings of fear and all the delights that come with it.\" She then stood on one of her heels and turned on it, oddly enough she seemed to do it hard enough to where the skin on her left heel twisted and ripped, tearing from her muscle. She gave a slight chuckle and stepped backwards, waving at him. \n\n\"Anywho, dearest elder... I've got things to do and others to meet... I can't sew the discord just chatting in a garden can I?\" And with that, she seemed to poof or diffuse into a swirl of her black smoke, transporting this manifestation of herself to refuse or reform with the one that currently meddled with tge insectoid people. She did not ask his name, she did not pry his domain. In fact, her smile as she left seemed to indicate she had learned a basis of information. She was content with what information she had discovered about this man, finding it just precisely what she had hunted for. Then she was gone."
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"author": "mercury9986",
"message": "**On a beautiful evening, the garden magnificent as it ever was, the goddess entered. In her path, flowers at the sides of her bloomed behind her. Beautiful orchids, lily's and roses coloured in different shades of purple, blue and red. \n\nThe Blood Goddess examined the garden, her eyes wandering around as she held her regal and elegant posture.**"
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"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*Blank was watching the life within the garden, paying attention to the smaller things. The way the insects survive and pollinate the flowers, everything has a cycle to something even a gods schedule and behaviors. Copying things and people was his specialty his identity to himself was unique.*\n\n*His eyes then locked onto the goddess of witches, they ended up being opposite sides of the garden. He faced her, he looked at her body then her face unsure how to feel about it. But was curious now since he can tell it's a new god, he's meet 3 of them so far. Fourth won't mind* \n\n\"Hello beautiful~ how are you doing?\""
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"author": "mercury9986",
"message": "**Her eyes flicked towards him, an unsure expression could be noticed on that polished face of hers. Another person, the same as her?**\n\n\"I am not quite sure yet... It's odd. I feel like I have always meant to be here though I do not recognize this place in the slightest.\"\n\n**She looked around again, leaning over, touching the plants oh so gently. Her eyes moved back towards him before she took a few steps, elegantly moving across the stones, her feet tapping softly onto it.**\n\n\"Who are you, if I may ask? Are you the same as me or... Something else?\""
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"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*Blanks steps seemed to make no noise, even when it looked like he stomped his feet. He was calm and collected.* \n\n\"That'll dissappear eventually. You have a lot of new power in you, which is divinity. But you'll be okay and slowly settle in, I'm new to this part of Gaia, never went here till now.\"\n\n*Blank looked at her hands, his eyes avoided her exposed areas, he decided to not see her as a threat due to her behavior and actions*\n\n\"My name is Blank, the snake god and yes I am the same as you. What's your name?\""
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"author": "mercury9986",
"message": "\"Snake god, how fascinating.\"\n\n**She said kindly, while fiddling with the plants. Her hands gently brushing past the flowers with elegance as they bloomed acutely.**\n\n\"I am The Goddess of Witches.\"\n\n**She stated as she moved back to him, her taking a few more steps towards him. Her eyes wandering around his being, his eyes, his face..**\n\n\"Hmm.. Pretty.\"\n\n**She said calmly as she gently brushed past him, following the path again. Strolling through the garden before entering a beautiful opening, she turned around and moved to sit midair. A slithering sound being heard as from the soil, a red liquid flowed up to the surface. Building onto itself before materializing into a beautiful golden bench, seated onto it, the Blood Goddess**\n\n\"Divinity, I felt that yes. How was it for you? When you first emerged into your being..\""
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"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "\"Being a goddess of witches.. Now that truly is interesting. Hahaha I'd love for you to meet some of my friends eventually but I'm sure you'll meet them more naturally\"\n\n*He ignored the plants not caring much for them, more for the life that they caused to be created, everything starts with the plants. But the animals that feed form them are what keep everything running*\n\n\"Calling the flowers pretty or me?\" *He was confused by the comment*\n\n*He kept his eyes on her he felt like she wouldn't do anything but even then he didn't let her out his sight, he turned around when she fulled passed him, he then felt like sitting by watching her do so. He sat in the air, nothing supporting him just thin air*\n\n\"It was... Well the thing I came from was miserable. Hahaha the thing was rotten, but finding new people and beings was nice they are interesting and fun.\""
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"author": "mercury9986",
"message": "\"I am sure I will.\"\n\n**She said with kindness, her eyes watching his every move.**\n\n\"I agree, you are the first being I have met so far, other than the creatures that reside in this garden. How are the other beings, also new gods like I am?\""
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"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "\"Well I met a couple of yall actually, think I'm missing just one but that's to bad. Not important either. But the other gods, the experienced ones anyways, they seem nice so far, some a bit boring than others. But still interesting nonetheless.\"\n\n*Blank propped his legs on nothing but it looked like he put it on a invisible table*\n\n\"I haven't met all of them of course but most of them. But do be careful as some are deceivers.\""
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Within the confines of the Hall of Gods, a familiar dark presence loomed in the air. Like the herald of a coming shower, the smell of earthy rain coaxes the scent of Gaia for but a short moment, giving way to the coming entry of the Goddess of the Void. Within the periphery of the God of Prosperity, a small pinprick dot of pitch-black darkness obfuscates the air, before slowly blotting out its surroundings in a catalyzed, domino-like manner. Like hexagons outlining a hive, dark circular blotches trace and create the scaffolding of a liquid pooling before being fleshed out by the inky darkness. \n\nA short moment later, the dot in the air became a vertical puddle of darkness, and the scent of rain became the strongest it ever had before—bright white absconded from the darkness, two dots of white that expanded into the shape of half-moons. Tired eyes that were exhausted of tirades, yet never seemed to express beyond that same static, stoic, and unchanging picture that depicted their face.\n\nTwo eyes plastered on a face. A blank face on a silhouetted female body, stepping out of the portal of darkness in the Hall of Gods. She seemed distant like her body was present, but her mind remained elsewhere—she thought of business even when away to attend to inter-familial matters. Her mind rendered her staring toward the ground, in deep thought. She wondered what was becoming of Ezgi and Thana, of Edon, and her realm at home. So many questions seemed to oscillate in her mind, reverberating loud thoughts that left her standing uncomfortably still amid a busy hall.\n\nShe gazed up for but a moment, glancing at Kars, before returning to her quiet stupor. \n\n\"__Hmmm.__\""
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "A presence has been spending inhabiting the halls for quite a while, chatting with new gods and elders alike. The presence actively grabs attention with his \"Average suit\" That was sewn with too much jewelry and every single fiber just had to be expensive as a show of identity, the cling-clangs of his ornaments along with exquisite cologne just forces others to pay attention, against their own will. As intended by Kars, many were dazed and irritated being around his base form, yet there was one who didn't seem to be interested. A rare response, but a way to get Kars's attention.\n\n\nAny came with a rainy scent, a deity he never got the chance to meet. Kars just assumed her to be a deity only concerned with their own business, and wouldn't be very welcoming of his visits. The ever-decadent lord of economies was surprised to be met with merely a glance, not even a word or acknowledgment. He observed Any and deduced that she has many business to attend to and is in deep thoughts. Being who he is, he got the interest to offer his assistance or service in trade of favors. Kars approached Any, he became less glamorous as he walked, to appear more pleasant...\n\n\"You seem troubled, sister.\" \n\nHe crouched down to her eye level holding some sweet treats served on a dish that came from nowhere, offering to the god of the void."
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Originally distracted by the sheer opulence of the God of Wealth's frankly obnoxious \"Average\" Suit, she had managed to re-center herself back towards the intrinsic questions stuporing in her mind. It wasn't for very long, whether or not it was fortunate or not for the Goddess of the Void. Rumination was disrupted by the loudness of Kars, not by virtue of sound, but by the loudness of his vibrance, an antithesis to her muted, quiet darkness. \n\nShe felt his presence lock onto her, acutely aware that he approached now with deliberate, calculated steps. Each footfall changed his appearance, becoming something less shiny and more pleasant to see. When light is too bright, it can cause the eye to burn. If one were to gaze upon the opulent god, it would be easy to be blinded, not just by greed and jealousy, avarice and spite. It was a pleasing thing to watch his sun-like radiance glimmer down, shimmering to a viewable extent. She reciprocated the notion by allowing her stars to shimmer within her dark body, filling her inky-black silhouette with a microcosm, a snapshot of the distant stars in the sky. Those that she embodied, same as Kars embodied the jewels he wore.\n\nAny's head craned upward only a little, standing just a foot shorter than the God of Wealth. She watched as he gazed down at her and served a dish full of sweets. Although initially ready to decline the offer, she decided to take a few for her daughter, an action that she'd never consider before her interactions with the Goddess of Love, and the ongoing events with Edon's traces. She ran her hand over the treats and had them tucked away in small pockets of the Void.\n\n\"__Karsius.__\" She nods her head politely.\n\n\"__I was not privy to knowledge that you intended something from me, yet you stand before me with a question.__\" She speaks plainly, although she catches herself again.\n\nShe takes a soft, deep breath and stops thinking about her troubles for a minute to focus on Kars. It was the least she could do to make amends, and keep the promise she'd made to Ezgi.\n\n\"__But... Yes, I will admit that I am having... Difficulties. Such things things are trivial to you, I imagine.__\" She seemed to have trouble admitting her fault.\n\n\"__What brings you to me, Godkin?__\""
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "He could feel his form's muscles attempting to form a big grin as Kars had to make a conscious effort to keep his face straight. He came close enough for this form to appear pleasant, then it ceased shifting. He was portrayed in a beautiful body with much less decoration, radiating warmth and elegance. A rarely seen facet of the opulent god, when others interpret him as the previously seen visual overload. Almost humble in a way.\n\n\nKars cherished this particular appearance for the moment, looking at himself in approval and pride. In some ways, mortals and godkin projected themselves on him. It was predictable for mortals, their greed was obvious, and too easy to see through. For immortals, their opinions are fun to see, Kars wondered how Any would expect him to look like. \"Not my usual look, but I think I wear this well.\" Usually, he can tell many things from how others see him.\n\nOpposites to each other, now matched in intensity. Kars was confused to see Any not try out the food he'd offered, but chooses not to question it. He does appreciate those who receive his treats, since he spent the effort to give them, even if he has ulterior motives, it helps him learn more about fellow gods. \n\nLike nature, he felt like forging a deal, like he did with many other gods he came across, who ended up owing him many favors after their interaction. \"I came to you with a proposition. One that I'm sure won't be a problem.\" The plate of food vanished behind his sleeve like a magic trick, the difference is that it's actual magic. \"Tell me those woes, and maybe I can bring some convenience for you. Good deeds done for a reasonable price.\" He put on a nice, convincing smile. Deities know he was just being persuasive, but Kars has a reputation, a good one."
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Almost humble was something completely unheard of with the God of Wealth. Such a deity had a larger propensity to expose himself to the world as a gleaming bar of gold, as obnoxious as it was to the other of his ilk. Such a large appearance difference between the Opulent God and the Goddess of the Void...\n\nAny had no opinion of Kars, nor was she a woman of avarice. Kars was the God of Wealth and showed his domain well, the same as how she portrayed herself well as an avatar of the darkness surrounding the Wooden Mother. The knowledge the Void whispered to her told her of his many actions, interactions, and personality. He seemed relatively trustworthy, more so than many of the other Gods in the realm, at least. She glanced at his form once more before speaking, noting his muted glimmering.\n\n\"__It suits you. Although, I would presume if it shimmers, it would always suit you.__\"\n\n \nIt wouldn't take a lot of guesswork to realize that, Any didn't have a mouth. Her form was mist, so where would the food go? Did she even eat? One would presume not by the way she slipped the snacks away in pockets of the void.\n\nNonetheless, Kars began his swats at striking a deal with the Goddess of the Void, curiously prying into her matters by offering something for troubles like a peddler of wares. It almost rubbed her the wrong way, but recent changes in her internalized mentality had given him leeway, only prompting a shake of the head. She dislikes the idea of owing the God anything, even if he wasn't known for bringing up nefarious favors. Yet... She was admittedly looking for a second view, so she obliged the God of Wealth, conditionally.\n\n__\"I am not interested in propositions, not of this matter. My daughter is... Distant from me, wary of the many mistakes I've made. I do not wish to force her forgiveness, but... I wish to attempt reconciliation. However, I am certain she would not wish to contact me any longer, despite my having created her.__\" She crosses her arms, destabilizing her confident air when she'd originally walked in.\n\n\"__But if I were to have obliged you, what did you intend?__\""
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "He could never be humble, at least to anyone who would tolerate his displays. For mortals however, they see what they have to see, yet usually without his third eye. Never has he appeared in front of mortals in a different fashion, even at the risk to his personal benefits.\n\nHe traded more than just wares. Knowledge is always on the table, the trades of intelligence have been proven to be a wise decision. From gods to mortals, he acquired what he knew through the activities of life, especially through the mortals who required his domains to keep on existing. Markets, cities, ports, technology to entire civilisations was built by what he represented. With the push of Kars, they create intelligence about him.\n\n\"Fashion need not shimmer. There are ways to be flamboyant, even with pitch black!\"\n\nExcitedly said. Kars was, through his activities and studies, an expert on clothing. Who was the one designing his attire? Certainly not mortals or gods who wouldn't bother. Not to include his divine advantages and duties. One can make beautiful robes of darkness, absorbing attention, gazes, even all light that shines on it... \nㅤ\n\nHe could collaborate with Any to create an impossibly dark piece of clothing, yet equally beautiful and elegant but would she ever agree to it? Probably not, he could just make it himself. They should make something that requires the effort of two gods, something worth proposing. Thinking of voids and abundance, could there be anything in the middle ground? Anyways, back to the topic, he has a bit of advice for Any as deity to deity. Sitting on a couch that wasn't there before, with enough space for Any to join in should she wish to sit down. He recounted the times he dealt with his own sons, the wisdom he traded for.\n\n\"It was wise to not force forgiveness. It is her choice to accept your remorse after all.. You need to be open hearted and genuine should you choose to contact her. Or just take the time for her current emotions to cool down and for circumstances to push both of you together. I can stage \"Circumstances\", but I can personally help mend your relationship...\""
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Any was already fairly aware of Kar's almost... Narcissistic traits, but no God was perfect. Even now, she stood before him with her heart bored as wide open as she could allow, her faintly distant consciousness demanding to see her child again, a subtle rage that subsumed over the cascading cacophony of white noise that seemed to so often attempt to overtake her rational thoughts. The Void was a terrible influence over the Goddess, yet she never knew of its fallacies until she'd found a bit of herself again, in view from afar.\n\nAnd so, the imperfect gods stood adjacent, both seeking something from one another. A fractured Mother seeking forgiveness, and... Karsius, being Karsius.\n\nThe Goddess of the Void had no such niche in the realms as the God across from her did, she did not carry the weight of commerce nor the responsibilities of overseeing her mortals. Perhaps she had the job of maintaining the balance of the Void, but... Nothing ever truly came of it. Entropy as well, was everywhere and did not need to be micromanaged by her hands. It ticked like clockwork, propelling everything forward. There was no intelligence of Any, but everyone knew her in their own, small way. The open closet in the night, the alleyways of the towns, the birth of the children, and the graying of hairs. She was within it all.\n\nA seat manifested for Kars to sit down and although offered, she did not wish to seat herself. She felt like she'd be much too focused on something else to properly sit down. The God spoke up amid her thoughts, offering his intervention, although his off-handed remark of surreptitious puppeteering of circumstances rendered her unwelcome to the proposition. She shook her head and instead only chose to listen to his words of advice.\n\n__**\"I would rather you do not attempt to cause a staged intervention. I fear if things were to go awry, it may lead to further distrust, I would rather make my mistakes with honesty and have only the truth to bear to her. And yet, I am worried that if I wait to allow her emotions to settle, she may no longer wish to speak with me. I fear I will no longer have a daughter.\"**__\n\nHer fingers tap against her elbows in the crossed arms she had, before she shakes her head and takes a seat next to Kars. She rubs her temples and takes the motion of a deep breath.\n\n**__\"Emotions. So complex, yet vexing.\"__**\n\nThe woman admits her conundrum, although she realizes that Kars had offered assistance.\n\n**__\"And what assistance would that be?\"__**"
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "As a god dependent on mortal lives, Kars chose to abide by the roles bestowed upon him by Mother Gaia and mortals. Trade decide who he is, plain and simple. It is nature and his will, and he took it very seriously. \n\nHowever, adopting traits of the wealthy, such as vanity, ego, and a need to show himself, ironically worked against his own purpose, especially among the divine. They saw right through him, the same way he saw through them. \n\nIt would be difficult to sway Any, given her personality. Kars didn't even know what he should ask for in return, only that he would offer something to get something. Tricks and manipulation would be futile, and meddling in her personal life pose risks for future deals. He could offer advice, but he struggled to calculate a worthy price in return. Is it a lost cause?\n\n\"I suppse a staged act could be risky.\" \n\nHe said, turning to Any. He settled to offer his genuine words, knowing the its value. \n\n\"Familial advice is not my domain. However, your daughter might benefit from companionship, perhaps a therapist. Also safety and stability, keep an eye on her, and probably change by yourself. I am ignorant of your personal life, but there should be some change here and there.\""
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Any sighs once more and looks toward the God of Wealth, unsure what step to take. She considers every angle, but most lead to fruitless endeavors or wilting the seeds she has attempted to sow. This trade was unscrupulous; unfairly difficult and troublesome to navigate, but a worthy challenge to the God of Wealth and Commerce. \n\nShe moves her hands from her temples and places them neatly on her lap, turning her whole body to Kars. She stood, listening to his words while she considered her next actions carefully. Every action would always have an equal and opposite reaction, a gift would be a sizable gauge of the state of affairs. Truthfully, she realizes that she had been negligent to Ezgi's needs, her lack of presence truly creating a permanent veil of difficulty. It seemed that was all she ever seemed to know—a veil of difficulty, whether it be the Void, emotions, domains, experience. \n\nA gift could be a way to test the waters. She would deliver unto Ezgi a gift, one made with genuine care and time spent to appreciate the details and craftsmanship. Kars was right; Familial advice was not his domain. But trade and wealth, commerce and communications, those were. So it would be a matter of doing the right job with the tool given.\n\n\"__I have a proposition for you, Karsius. Grant me your insight on design and facile decorum, some of your essence, and time. In exchange, I will be placed in your debt. Let it be known that I take debts as a grimly matter, and will be treated as such.__\"\n\nShe extends her hand out in a handshake.\n\n\"__I request the creation of an Artifact, for my daughter.__\""
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "\"I see, I see! I ***Just*** Like flattery and gifts, I've done that countless times.\" He was rather quick to shake her hand, being who he is, Kars was eager to forge this deal. It's not a lost cause after all. \n\nEvery action would always have an equal and opposite reaction. An artifact will be paid with another artifact. With his own craftsmanship, he could surely deliver. Pulling from his memory, many families have been mended by gifts, but only the ones with sentimental value, and a certain level of tinkering. The gods must spend genuine effort and thought to this artifact for a positive result. He gave Any a big excited smile, he will provide the beauty and craft, and she, everything else. \n\nKars himself has a taste in presents, usually lavish physical objects with few thoughts behind them. \"Tell me if they enjoy luxury.\" More often than not, people want fancy things, and that's where he excels at. Even if they liked simple things, Kars has more than enough to craft a grat gift.\n\nHe took a few steps backwards, 30 ft away from Any. Fom then, he'd walk from right to left, a workshop with a shelf of items appeared behind his back, conjured as he walked. There were raw materials and masterfully crafted tools, it was like a toy maker's station where he also displayed merchandise. \"First thought, sister? What *Will* Your child appreciate? \n\nHe help up scissors, showing he is ready to work."
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Any's hand was shaken, and the accord was made. She nodded solemnly as she gazed upon Kars, curious about what he would do next.\n\n__**\"A gift, yes. Flattery, it is not. It greatly pleases me to know we can agree.\"**__\n\nThe God of Wealth took several steps back, his long strides making a distance between them as she observed patiently, curious what would come next. It would take a little while for the results to come to fruition, a large table full of tools and raw materials present from Kars' conjurations. She was thoroughly unsurprised at the spectacle and was fully expectant of the wonderous, glimmering, shiny trinkets and peculiars. \n\nShe listens to his questions and thinks deeply for a moment, her white eyes closing and leaving her featureless face blank. She contemplates the complexities of Ezgi and her preferences, likes and dislikes.\n\nJust like a mother, she knew what her Daughter loved the most. The moments of deep sentimental value, the simplicity of the world when the cares are shrugged off at the door, the time spent in quiet contemplative comfort at the base of the fireplace. Any could remember them clearly.\n\nHer daughter was afraid of the dark, and it was heartbreaking to know that she had unwittingly cursed her beloved child with blood that stole the light from all around her, making her life an eternal void. Such was the curse of Godhood, to hurt and destroy as often as you created and experimented. Any's eyes open slightly, her expression shifting. She appears... Saddened.\n\n \nA memory appears in her mind, affronting itself into a cloud of black mist, a television-like view of Any's thoughts. TV Static, with a faint view of a memory of her mortal life.\n\n\"__Caroline, how are you feeling? Does your neck still hurt from the rope?__\" The screen's distorted audio buzzes Any's voice, a gentle mortal voice.\n\n\"...I-I-I'm o-ok. J-j-just c-co-cold.\" A soft voice chimes, barely above a whisper. A young girl.\n\nThe screen's haze clears, revealing the point of view of a taller woman, standing over a young white-haired girl. The child is dressed in clothes too big for her, and a rope bruise around her neck. The girl shivers relentlessly, seemingly unable to stop as frozen tears cling to her face, one of her fingers is attached to her face via cold moisture gluing the skin to her digit.\n\n\"__You got your hand stuck again. Here, let's sit by the fire. It'll melt and warm you up again.__\"\n\nThe woman grabs the girl's unfrozen hand gently, guiding her to a fireplace nearby. They sit, a distance placed between them that quickly closes as she motions for the girl to sit close to the flame.\n\n\"I-I'm s-so-so-sorry..\" She whispers, verging on tears.\n\n\"__Hush, darling. You didn't do anything wrong. You made a mistake, and that's okay. We can always fix our mistakes.__\" The woman cooed.\n\n\"B-But it's m-my f-fault..\"\n\n\"__Maybe, but we can fix it together. Come, let's get your hand unstuck from your face, silly girl.__\"\n\n\"O-okay, m-mama- I m-mean... **M-miss Any**..\"\n\nThe girls quietly sit by the fire, the Woman's motions clearly hesitant at the girl's words. She shakes her head in amusement, taking the girl and laying her head onto her lap, softly tugging the girl's stuck finger as the warmth of the fire melts her tears away. She pulls once more, the finger ripping away with ease.\n\n\"__It's okay, you can call me that. I.. Like the sound of it.\"\n\nThe white-haired girl moves, looking up right into the camera as if gazing into Kars through the eyes of the woman—A pure, unfettered, shocked expression—A look of uncertainty, yet welcoming.\n\n\"O-Okay, M-Mama...**A-Any**... M-Mama.. **Any**..\"\n\nThe screen stops as the girl smiles, calling out once more. The static returns, flickering as she gazes into the screen with a happy, loving smile.\n\n\"M-my m-momma, **Any**!!\"\n\nThe screen disappears, the memory fading as Any opens her eyes fully. She looks uncertain about something but shakes her head. She moves closer to Kars.\n\n\"**__My daughter would enjoy a flame; a candleholder or a lantern, perhaps. They... Greatly appreciated the warmth and light of a fire, when they were younger. I would like to think she would wish to carry that with her.__**\n\nAny appears shaken, although her expression would not give it away. Her aura shifted, something within her moving as she thought deeper on the present she wished to give her daughter."
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "It was the first time Kars could see another's memory. Rarely do they ever share their past, It's usually him who'd show visions as a form of display, with obvious contents alluding to his accomplishments. Reflecting onto his own family, they were professional towards eachother but loving and solid. It makes him wonder, what ever made them split like this? He would keep these thought silent for the discussion of a customer's tragedy is a taboo, unless one's mouth is good enough to worm their way to more benefits. In this case, both of them already know too much about each other.\n\n\"A Lantern, a rather simple tool or toy. Buuut I like the ways they can be decorated, I can add on glittering ornaments for a shiny presence! But I would add glue and gold leaf if the lantern is meant to fly.\" He looked onto his demiplane for a second, his right arm phasing out of existence as if reaching to another dimension. Revealing a slice of his anatomy, tightly packed jewells and treasures hidden inside god's skin. Air tight. He'd pull out a simple, maybe a crude brass lantern, as simple as it could be with a handle and wooden exterior. A convenient template to work with, his sleeves rolled up by themselves as Kars began to work.\n\nHe asembled a slim frame for it, just enough to keep it elegant and sturdy as brass can get, followed by some minor welding and polishing. There were aesthetics from his lands, but anyone *Will* Be able to see the beauty. If mortals were to make any negative statement of it, they'll face his **Passive judgment** In the form of discomfort and financial loss which could be severe.\n\nThere was a separate compartment made to store items. Madelions, pastries, currency, made purely because he could do it. He's sure that it'd come in handy eventually, or maybe the compartment will have its own function Any would imbue into it.\n\nNow just a few final touches, and an unenchanted, fancy metal lantern was created, Kars was thoughtful enough to put a burning, cosy light source inside, he even chose one with no smell. \"I see opulence, and I see the void. I'll combine the words and cimply call it the Opulent void.\""
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Kars would speak up about his opinions on the design before she would blankly nod and think for a moment, catching her attention with his demi-plane. Any thought about making her own Demi-plane, but she'd never truly gotten around to it... The essence cost was paid, yet nothing was created just yet. Stagnant divinity stood in a pool in her being, growing stale as it was left safely on its shelf... She'd wanted no part in that process any longer. Divinity would be spent, paid, and used, however she needed to make it move again.\n\nNaturally, a gift for her daughter would be the best action. Kars began his handiwork upon the Lantern, its elegant form taking shape within moments. Any was never a connoisseur of fine arts, but even she could understand the splendiferous exalt of the creation.\n\nAny moved closer to the lantern, her eyes blankly gazing over the work and nodding softly. \n\n__**\"This is fine work, Kars. I appreciate your artistry.\"**__\n\nAny begins to pour her essence into the lantern, slowly melding the artwork with a void veneer, splattering the metal with darkness that encapsulates both her domain and her natural presence. Devoid of all light, yet remaining there to shine. \n\nShe clasps her hands together as the piece begins to float, pouring her essence inside of it to bless it with her boon, granting the gift of light and knowledge to her daughter, She carves words into the rim of the outlying bolts, a message for her daughter.\n\n\"For when you miss the memories of the hearth.\"\n\nThe lantern touches the table gently, allowing Kars to place his own stylistic choices on the item. The boon it had been blessed with had been chosen.\n\nThe ability to seek knowledge, for a small price. Become two, for the price of one.\n\nPoetic, was it not?\n\n__**\"An Opulent Void, then. Thank you once more for your assistance, Karsisus.\"**__"
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "\"You're correct. I know I have great taste.\" It sounded blunt, as it was merely an insignificant fact. There are gods far better than him, so for the sake of truthfulness, Kars would be clear about his ability. Having finished the artifact, he watched her give it a function and made a guess on what it does. \n\n\"I am interested to know what meaning or purpose will it bring, other than as a present.\" It wouldn't hurt to ask this question.\n\nFor a finishing touch, he snapped his fingers and made the lantern shine with a pleasant warm light, like the fireplace in a house, a very obvious decision. \n\nActually, the name of the 'opulent void' caught his ears, all six of them. How could a void display wealth? By the effects to its environment, the lantern brings warm light along with the shadow it casts on reality in the form of a clone. He might create something of similar power, starting with a mass of matter, divinity flowed to compress such matter to one single point, so small that it shouldn't exist, as if it's nothing. \n\nOn the way, he also compressed the fabric of space time, the gravity well collapsed, came an event horizon the size of a baseball trying to pull everything towards itself. Pulling mass from his demi-plane, it even formed an accretion disk, glowing bright. Of course, its unfinished construction only provided half of the potential and might of this object, for it required divinity. Also there would be restrictions needed to make it practical. It's strange for him to create something capable of mass destruction, but it will work for defense.\n\n\"Your essence.\" He held it before Any, to finish it with her powers. It's her end of the contract that came with the creation of the lantern. A portion of divinity was spent on a command to keep the artifact from destroying everything, it could only destroy selectively at the user's command."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia knew she hadn't checked on her oasis for a while so she decided to walk to the island. She walked into the land that the molten rock stopped and the fresh dirt started. She saw frogs hopping and heard them croaking, she saw all the beautiful flowers blooming. She also happened to see a snake slither in front of her, with which she screamed in fright but quickly recovered. She felt the soft dirt below her feet and took in a huge breath of fresh air and smiled. She felt so happy she skipped her way to the center of the island and sat on a large log and meditated.*"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "Volcanoes. They spoke to Pyralith in a way most things couldn't. Molten rock and magma- these things made up her physical form of darkened flesh and glowing red hair that spilled down her shoulders in a manner both beautiful and intimidating. For mortals, anyhow. She was a god of the Forge, and her chosen people resided in the bowels of volcanoes, their flesh resistant to heat and fire itself. It was only natural that she would be drawn to a place such as this. Her boots stepped across igneous stone, and short legs waded through flowing magma. Molten eyes peered across the ash and smoke filled horizon, plucking out the oasis in the distance, a woman sitting along admist it.\n\nEven from a distance, Pyralith could sense the divinity in her. Another Goddess. She did not teleport closer, only dragging her feet every step through magma and half-melted rock as she closed the distance. Minutes passed before she came close, and unharmed boots stepped onto soil, and then grass, carefully avoiding stepping upon the natural wildlife as she sought of the God she'd seen before.\n\n**\"A beautiful realm you have.\"** Pyralith murmured, burning red hair falling over her face, messy and disheveled from the trip- her voice low and thick with an apathetic tone that served to age the young goddess more than her years."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia knew as soon as another god entered her realm but she decided to let them come to her, she was far too comfortable to move. She heard her wade through the magma which she intentionally made hotter to make it harder to get to her, but it seemed the god was determined to get to her. She heard the singe as the dirt put out the magma on her boots as she walked to her.*\n\n*When the god spoke to her she opened her eyes and her mouth dropped open for it was another godess of fire! She stood up and gently pushed her hair out of her face, she couldn't help it it was disheveled and she had to fix it.*\n\n\"Thank you though many people hate my realm, because it's too hot they say but it's just perfect for me. I see your tired from your travels please sit and rest for a bit, tell me a bit about yourself.\""
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "The stout woman couldn't have stood more than five feet tall, her frame well built with packed muscle and fat, a laborer's build. A smithing apron fell heavy over her working clothes, and similarly appropriate tools hung on the belt loops. A pickaxe, a smithing hammer, a chisel. When the goddess approach with such friendly gestures, Pyralith could not help but look away- as if surprised at the forward friendliness, and even a bit *Awkward*. A lip pulled back in a grimace of discomfort, though the source of such an expression was unknown as the dwarf goddess went to sit upon the log, gazing across at Olivia. \n\n**\"I am Pyralith. God of the Forge. My dwarves have spent years hunched over burning flames as they shape their tools into perfect forms. They would thrive here.\"**\n\nIt was a strange way to meet, but Pyralith found she preferred an awkward, stilted introduction over an invasion, or an invasion, or an invasion, or an invasion-\n\nGood gods were rare and hard to come by. Ones that could hold a conversation even moreso. **\"When I was a newborn god, and my mortals freshly created- we were attacked..\"** A low hum from her, then. **\"They used primitive picks to break open a volcanic vent to flood a chamber filled with enemies with magma. What a glorious sight. Genius..\"** A smile spread across the dwarf's round face, her full lips pulling back with the motion. She enjoyed talking about her mortals, it seemed. Yet, she was not completely self obsessed, molten eyes shifting back to the similarly redheaded woman next to her.\n\n**\"And you, dear?\"**"
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "\"I am Olivia god of fire, truth and hearth. I have no desire to have humans for I don't approve of slavery, I created 10 dragons to live in my realm all of which reside and go where they want. For the most part I go to other realms and meet other gods. Though for a while I've been in the search for someone to make a sword with a phenix that is summoned anytime I pull it from the sheath.\"\n\n\"On another note I am undecided if I am a good god or an evil one\""
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "The dwarf woman let out a baffled chuckle, looking at Olivia, and then past her- and then behind herself. **\"Huh?\"** Another astounded laugh escaped the woman as she propped one leg up on the other, getting comfortable. **\"That was the strangest introduction anyone has ever said to me, and I've met Nach.\"** Still, Pyralith couldn't help the bubbling laughter that escaped her, her hands coming to rest on the swell of her stomach as she situated herself further in her seat.\n\n**\"Oh boy, right. What'd you mention about a sword?\"** Best to just cut to the meat of it. It wasn't her business where Olivia fell on the morality spectrum. **\"I can help you make a sword, but my schedule is pretty full of other people asking for my help making them weapons. I might be able to squeeze you in, though, if we do it right now.\"** And just as soon as the dwarf woman seemed to have gotten comfortable in her seat, she stood, ready to work, large hands rubbing together idly.\n\n**\"Of course, there is a payment.\"** Pyralith informed, voice low and firm, though not harsh. **\"I get to sign you weapon, so anyone who inspects it closely knows I worked on it. And I can call on you in the future to aid me with a weapon.\"** A craftswoman wanting to sign something she helped with didn't seem unreasonable to Pyralith, nor was making sure Olivia would aid her if she needed some extra power for the formation of a powerful weapon. It was best to make these alliances now while she was still young and being attacked on all sides. Who knew when they would come in handy. **\"That a deal, girlie?\"** The redheaded stout woman said, hand extending to shake with Olivia's."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia stood up and clasped her hand* \"Deal thank you so much I've waited so long for this to become a reality.\" *She summoned the phenix and entrusted it to the godess* \"Do what you must to make this phenix (its immortal will always come back to live) who is the most important component of this sword be a part of it. Also I would love to help you in any way that I can.\"\n```attatched is what the sword will look like```"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "At the request, the forge goddess immediately blew a raspberry. **\"That's a big ask.\"** She huffed, drawing back her gloved hands and brushing them down her work apron as she looked up the beautiful phoenix. **\"Gorgeous creature. I'd say it'd be impossible if it weren't already made, but I think with our combined strength, we can make it real. I'll apply my skill and my material, and you will provide the power of this phoenix, your energies, and your idea of what you want this weapon to be.\"** Pyralith said, letting off a small nod to Olivia. Idly, she pet the mythical beast as she continued to talk.\n\n**\"I can do it.\"** With a wave of a thick hand, she procured some dwarven steel, setting it into her satchel for later. Material components had no confirmed aid to the crafting process of godly weapons, but Pyralith could not shake the belief that the mortal creativity benefited it, somehow. It was not dismissing her own talents. In a game of skill, she would beat any of her own mortals- though the skill of a particular Forgemaster made Pyralith hesitant to claim that. Simply put that labor and skill led to a better end result than the wave of a god's hand. Thus, the *Material* Aspect of such powerful weapons should be *Crafted* And not simply made.\n\nA muscular arm gestured to the Phoenix. **\"This beautiful creature will bring us to the top of your largest volcano. That will be our forge today, my dear.\"**"
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*As she said this the phenix screeched and got ready to take Pyralitb and Olivia to the top of the largest volcano the inferno as she called it for it never really stopped spewing lava and was always so hot that even she had a hard time being near it. Though she understood that she would need to have massive heat to forge the sword she wanted. It would be no easy feat.*\n\n*As the phenix neared the volcanoe the air shifted to smoldering hot, so hot even Olivia began to sweat profusely*\n\n\"This is going to take everything out of me I can already tell... I don't come here because it's too hot though some of my dragons love it.\"\n\n*The phenix landed and set both Pyralith and Olivia right at the edge of the volcanoe*"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "Pyralith too seemed to struggle with the heat. It wouldn't harm her, it couldn't, not with what she was- but it did provide some level of discomfort. It only took some modicum of power to shield herself against it and learn to quickly ignore it, her boots stepping down onto the volcanoes edge. Lava splashed and sputtered, flecked across her skin in small amounts where it smoked and burned, but the Goddess didn't seem to notice. Thick fingers grasped the dwarven steel from her satchel, and with a huff, she tossed it into the depths of the volcano. **\"Atsáli!\"** In a moment it was *Gone*, sacrificed to the fire.\n\nA heavy hand ripped the smithing hammer fom her belt, and as Pyralith reared her arm back, a wave of lava came to meet it. Down came the swing of her hammer in a thunderous blow that sounded across the realm, cutting through the lava and sending it back into the pit of volcano with a building pressure. Cinders flicked off of her skin like ash blowing from her, glowing with a divine presence, the pouring of her power into something that was just a concept. This *Sword.* **\"Manifest your desires! Heat! Metal! Steel! Pressure! FIRE! HEAT!\"** With every word came another blow of the hammer which sounded across the realm like thunder, another splash of lava.\n\nPyralith's free hand came up, guiding the phoenix up into the air above the volcano. She bellowed over the hammering, over the waves of lava spat by the volcano. **\"When you are ready, send it to the steel, with all of your intent, and it will be your desire's delivery! And it will be reborn within the sword!\"**"
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "Olivia watched in awe as she watched Pyralith do her work, she quickly looked at the phenix called it to her and spoke to it. \n\n\"My dear phenix you were created to aid me in battle as you go and you are tied to this sword may you always serve me well and defend your god to the end. Should I die my dear phenix you will be freed from this sword.\"\n\n*With these words the phenix flew beside Pyralith to be at her mercy to tie it to the sword*"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "Another explosion of lava splattered over the dwarf, smoke and embers rising from her form as she hammered away into the heat. Even though there was a considerable distance between herself and the now melted steel in the pit of the volcano, it still seemed as if she was hammering it into shape, the silhouette of a sword forming within the magma. **\"Heat- and pressure! Heat!\"** Like a mantra she shouted, on beat to every slam of the hammer, a pounding drum of metal and heat. **\"And pressure!\"** Her voice boomed across the treacherous land, ringing through every hollow and crack in the igneous rock.\n\n**\"Phoenix!\"** Pyralith called. On command, the bird flew high into the air over the volcano, and dipped down, wings folded back. It cut through the ash and the smoke and landed in a large splash in the middle of the volcano.\n\nSilence fell.\n\nFrom the lava came the steel that had been melted down, now forged into something new. A sword, radiant with divine power and heat, infused with the power of the Phoenix. Drawn through the air, it floated carefully into Pyralith's waiting hands, metal still red hot. The volcano settled as the forging came to an end. **\"And now..\"** The smith murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she dragged a hand across the length of the blade.\n\n**\"Let this weapon serve you well.\"** The dwarf's signature would be in the sword's design. It was not her sword, but she did help make it. It was offered forth, fresh from the forge."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia couldn't believe her eyes her sword the one she'd been dreaming of since she was just a young god had finally come to pass, as she grabbed the sword she was not bothered by the heat she grabbed the hilt and swung it around. It was light but had just the right feel to it, and most of all she loved the handguard the one piece that showed a hint to its secret weapon hidden inside the blade. She then raised it in the air and yelled at the top of her lungs \"MY PHENIX HAS BEEN REBORN WOE TO THOSE THAT TRY TO FIGHT ME!\"\n\n\"I don't feel so good...\"\n\n*As she sheathed the sword all the effort it took to keep the volcanoe as hot as she could suddenly came down on her like a falling building, she could feel herself lose consciousness and everything went black. All that could be seen was Olivia falling into the magma at a rapid rate, she faintly tried to regain consciousness but was just too weak so she gave up.*"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "There was *No* Way this woman was going to die to avoid owing Pyralith one. \n\nWith a mean temperament and a selfish attitude, the dwarf goddess had never exactly been the heroic sort, but why tolerate pointless suffering? Surely, falling into the pit of an active volcano wouldn't *Kill* Olivia, but Pyralith had known such events to be something that put such gods into a long slumber. Volcanoes were *Very* Comfortable. For her, anyways. Still, clearly Olivia hadn't exactly *Planned* For this. It was best to just spare her the trouble. The goddess of the stone extended her hand, before pulling it back sharply. A splash of magma raised up rapidly towards the redheaded goddess of fire, heat draining from it rapidly as it became a torrent of igneous rock that jetted into Olivia's form to lift her out of the Volcano.\n\nShe was dumped rather unceremoniously down the side of the natural formation in a manner that was sure to wake her, Pyralith's stout form swaggering on over with a slight limp to her short legged stepped. **\"You're one for theatrics, aren't you?\"** She joked. **\"I guess all pretty women are.\"** A laugh, then.\n\n**\"If you've got your head on straight and can hear me, that's my sign to depart. I'll be seeing you later. It's a beautiful realm.\"** The forge goddess continued, letting her molten eyes drag across the environment. She should've done something similar, really. A large hand raised to wave the thought away before she turned, ready to leave- though she lingered for a parting message if Olivia were to awake. **\"Oh, and as far we're concerned, you owe me twiceover now.\"** It was hardly like Pyralith had *Saved* Her, but she didn't do anything for free."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "Olivia felt the rock catch her she felt herself roll down the volcanoe, and then she heard pyralith. She thought to herself should she go evil, the last shred of kindness would be to pay back what she owed to this goddess for she owed her life to her. As she layered there motionless in a state of partially awake and partially asleep, she thought I hope onesfi come to help her out... If he doesn't she didn't know what she would do. As she lay there she felt the volcanoe shake and surge fore spewing lava that rolled down the hill towards Olivia, she felt it but her body decided it would hate her for she felt herself fall further into slumber. \n\nJust then the phenix sensing its masters danger pulled itself out of the sword to grab her, and flew her to safety on a patch of land with no volcanoes but still in the realm. It then went back to the sword wence it came from.\n\n```end (scene will be put in the actual realm since she is in the realm not on the oasis anymore)```\n\n*Olivia finally woke up after passing out from exhaustion, she immediately felt her hip and she was relieved to feel her sword on her. As she sat up she gave a groan, she'd never felt so sore. As she looked around she wondered how she got away from the volcanoes, she slowly got up and walked back to the north oasis and sat down. She sat on a log and pondered what she should do she felt like she should be evil because being good got her nowhere it gave her no friends... Except melancholia. \n\nThen she had Onesfi honestly she didn't know if he was evil or good... As she was pondering she felt someone enter her realm and as she did she was peeved. She didn't want to be bothered, so she decided to be an asshole maybe they would leave...*\n\n\"Enter at your own risk stranger... I'm pretty moody right now, and you may get burned should you get too close.\""
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"author": "tiri_777",
"message": "*Vakudar, fresh and as clueless as a new God was, simply listened to her words, and repeated them, and in a shakey voice he said the first word he heard \"E-nte... R\". Then, he said the second and third words \"A-t your...\", and so he went, improving the way he spoke each word he heard, until the last word came so fluently out, that one may assume that he actually knew what it meant. The young God picked up every sound and syllable uttered by Olivia, and replicated the ability to use it at an exceedingly quick rate, even for many divine standards. Having just found himself in this realm by way of traversing Gaia's roots, this was the first time he has ever encountered another creature with the ability to speak, and this of course, doused his kindling curiousity in oil.*"
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*As she heard him struggle to speak she instantly softened her tone, he was freshly born hadn't even said his first words and she rebuked him. She looked down and almost cried, she cleared her throat and looked up. She noticed something right away, he was curious about everything. She would need to approach him like a wild animal, carefully and with slow movements so as to not spook him. She got up slowly and sat on the ground he was standing above her and she just watched him with equal curiosity. Since he had never said a word she decided to start with a simple one.*\n\n\"Hello\""
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"author": "tiri_777",
"message": "*Returning the gaze of the Goddess, he stood with a deeply focused expression, one with a sort of je ne sais quoi about it. He saw the woman moving, moving quite steadily and slowly, as thought trying not to fall off some sort of invisible edge that he could not see, one not unlike the harsh declines that he had traversed on Gaia's roots upon entering this strange place. And then again, with slow, thoughtful lips, the woman made those alien noises again. \n\n\"Hello.\" Vakudar reciprocated.*"
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia smiled watching him loose his balance slightly, she didn't jump up to help him she just sat there it was like watching a child take their first steps. Like something sacred she shouldn't see but, gaia gave her the opportunity to see this.*\n\n\"Your name?\"\n\n*She decided to keep it simple, if he could understand some things he should know his own name.*\n\n\"My name is Olivia.\""
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"author": "tiri_777",
"message": "*\"Your name... My name is Olivia.\" The young God rebuttaled with, unsure of what these sounds really meant, but was still subconciously up to the task of learning whatever these consistently structured sounds were. He felt at times he would feel slightly upheaveled standing on this new material he found here. It was grainy and course, yet smooth and fine. This too, caught his attention as he stooped down, running his hands through the loose ground below the two.*"
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*She was getting no where fast with him so she decided to pick and hand him a red flower, she knew he wouldn't die if he ate it out of curiosity. It would provide something for him to observe as he got to know her oasis. \n\nOlivia mimicked vakudar and ran her fingers through the dirt, she felt the dirt actually get warm from her fire. She didn't quite know why her fire skills were out of whack, who was this god that he could cause her fire to go come out of her hand without being told. She used it as a teachable moment, she held her hand up.\n\"Fire\"\nShe then picked up the dirt with the other hand and stated plainly.\n\"Dirt\""
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{
"author": "tiri_777",
"message": "*Vakudar looked in awe as so many new things were presented to him all at once. First, a strange, soft object, dyed vividly in the color of his blood, which he saw when he was pricked by a loose splinter on Gaia. Before he could begin his physical examination, the woman in front of him had a blazing, shifting mass of light combust from her hands, the very same color as the strange object Vakudar held in his hand. Then, the woman began producing those strange, beautiful noises from her mouth again, this time gesturing to two things in concesion. First, she held up the hand with the strange blazing orb in it, and said \"Fire\". Taking some sort of cue, the young God did the same, gesturing to the blazing orb, repeating her words. Then, she picked up the strange ground with her hands, and held it up as well, saying \"Dirt\". Vakudar did the same, taking a scoop of the soft earth, and replicated the sound she made.*"
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "Olivia nodded her head in approval, as she looked around she pointed to a volcano in the distance.\n\n\"Volcano, fire, hot, ouch\"\n\n*When she said ouch she pretended to be in pain to further explain what ouch meant.*"
},
{
"author": "tiri_777",
"message": "*Vakudar looked at the woman with keen focus. He saw her gesture to what seemed like a massive heap of solid 'dirt'. She associated the sound 'Volcano' to it, which he repeated as the young God pointed to it. Then, she said 'fire' within the same association. At first, this confused him, but with her adding the extra 'hot' while gesturing to the flames in her hand and at the volcano, and then saying 'ouch', while giving the same expression as Vakudar did when that splinter of Gaia had cut him. With this link crossed, he understood well.*"
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{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "Olivia saw he finally understood, so she'd have to play sherades huh? Hmmm she was never good at that game... She wondered what else she could do. So the next thing she wanted ask was his name... Hmm how could she do this. She pointed at Vakudar and asked:\n\n\"Name?\""
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{
"author": "tiri_777",
"message": "*Vakudar saw her pointing to him, labelling him as 'name'. He remembered, though, that she had said the same thing earlier, meaning that there were two possibilities in his mind in what this woman could have meant. Either he was 'Name', or she was asking what he was called, as she made the same gesture while labelling all the other items and objects prior. He thought, that she must have been trying to find out the latter, as she would not have seen him beforehand, which would mean that there was no way for her to have known the noise that was associated with him. But there was just one problem if that was the case. He did not know what he was called, but rather had a single, simple word ringing in his head since he was formed from his fallen fruit. Figuring there was nothing else for him to say, he said the only thing he could have identified with.*\n\n\"Va... Kudar.\" He said, with a voice of uncertainty."
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia smiled she felt like a proud parent, though she felt silly for feeling that way. As she looked at Vakudar, she tried to figure out what else to show him but there was nothing she could think of. Sudden she started laughing as she thought about him seeing a frog and a snake for the first time, so she got us and caught a frog and brought it to him.*\n\n\"Frog\"\n\nShe then took a snake and brought the snake to him, with its tongue darting in and out. \n\n\"Snake\"\n*She figured she'd let him take that in before introducing him to the birds.*"
},
{
"author": "tiri_777",
"message": "*Vakudar seems to have taken this with exception, with these objects being actively animated in a way that felt very different from the fire that he had just witness. With intrigue, he reached for what the lady held in her hand, before noticing the sheer amount of other 'frogs' and 'snakes' around, which he promptly captured. He did so with proceeding caution, as he had a suspicion that the snake had the capacity to 'ouch', as it showed some very sharp white thorns from its mouth when held. Either which was, Valudar held them and examined them throughly.*"
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia was happy he finally showed skills he was a quick learner, and quick to observe from this point on she just left him to explore and sat down on the log watching him as he did so.*\n\n*Her thoughts began to wonder again as she thought of ittou she had taught her so much about the sword, but melon said trust no one else. This confused her, she felt torn because she cared about meloncolia deeply but her logic seemed flawed. She would have to bring this up to her the next time she saw her. Until then the thoughts of being evil were subdued like a fire being put out with water, the water of friendship.*"
},
{
"author": "tiri_777",
"message": "**Timeskip: one week**\n\n*Over this seemingly short space of time, Vakudar would develop rapidly, showing his fortuity for learning, creativity and deep introspection. During time, between Olivia and the mortals in her realm, the young Vakudar learned much about not just language, but art, craftsmanship, science, literature and philosophy, where he subsequently learned of his domains during this time. From this period of time, he also grew to consider Olivia as a sort of guiding figure, or parent maybe. By the beginning of the second week, he was as learned as the most knowledgeable of mortals.*\n\n*By the third week, there was not much for young Vakudar to learn. He had heard the stories of how almost all of the other Gods established their own realms as among the first things they did. And with this, his curiosity not yet fully satiated, he went to Olivia to inform her of his new project; to make a realm in his own artistic ìmage, with a society to culturally and intellectually developed, that it shall be renowned as the pinnacle of the sapient mind; and the greatest example of what greatness mortals and forward Gods alike could achieve. It did not take much time for Vakudar to locate Olivia, to whom after a small curtisy, he addressed.*\n\n\"Good day, Olivia! How were you since last I saw you? I myself made quite some progress over the last three days I was studying, and I believe that I may finally be ready to manifest a realm of my own.\""
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "\"Vadukar I am glad you have progressed in your learning, it is as I thought if I let you explore and learn from the land you would develop in your own way. I wish you nothing but blessings, as you go on this next adventure to create your own realm for a gods greatest joy is creating. Please my boy go in peace and establish yourself on the tree of realms, please be careful of the void it is a dangerous place should you fall to the void you will die.\"\n\n*With this Olivia got up and grabbed his hand and looked in his eyes* \"Go in peace\""
},
{
"author": "tiri_777",
"message": "*With a pensive smile, I bowed my head slightly to Olivia, thinking of all the ways in which she had helped me during my time in her realm. Then, all the new possibilities of adventure and creation enveloped my mind alongside my sentiments. In sucession, I grasped Olivia's hand back, as I began to speak.*\n\n\"Thank you, Olivia. I promise that no matter what, I will always keep you in mind as the one who established me as I am today. I hold you with high respects, and would wish to keep in contact from times, and I would make sure to visit... I won't forget. Farewell.\"\n*I said in a quiet, thoughtful tone as I released her hand. With her nod of approval, I turned to the direction of where I would be exiting her realm, not before turning back one last time to say another heartfelt 'thank you', before going on my way.*"
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"author": "emikaj",
"message": "As she flew Northward - for what better place to begin her search? - Kamilrahma decided to split herself in two. She'd be able to cover more ground this way, and a part of her still wished to explore more of the World Tree; after all, she'd only truly seen the upper branches so far. *Yes, the whole shall become halves,* She thought, and with a single beat of her wings, her form split into two identical bodies. The first body continued forward whilst the other changed course, flying Southward back to her origin.\n\nAs she approached Yggdrasil, the goddess of death and mercy's curiosity piqued as she perceived the grand hall shaped there. It was spacious and airy, with many bough-paths branching from it, leading to different parts of the tree. Her lengthy wings easily carried her to one such path, and she alighted upon it with nary a sound. Despite the cloth covering her golden eyes, she maneuvered about her surroundings with ease - she did not need sight to still see.\n\nHer divine senses picked up on another deity's presence, and her tall frame turned towards the direction of the source. \"Greetings. I am Kamilrahma, a new goddess; to whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?\" She asked politely, her voice warm and husky."
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{
"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "Kars came to the realisation that he has never entered the grand halls or any part of Gaia before, aside from the location in which he 'hatched' from. All this while, Kars was burdened by the duties of a god, a monarch, and has held himself from exploring Yggdrasil. A copy of himself teleported to the halls in the form of a very decorated and flashy noble, he gave himself exceptional height, build and masculine beauty as he often does. He looked around with an expression full of pride, maybe even arrogance and dusted his attire even though it was spotless. Kars had arrived in a random section of the halls, then he started to take a walk. \n\nHe could sense other dieties roaming other places in the halls, many that he wouldn't want to interact with, some minding their business. Aside from them, there is a new face around here... A goddess of death? It was she who approached him first, in a friendly gesture too! Much more pleasant than the goddess of the forge... \n\n\"Nice to meet you, Kamilrahma. I go by Kars.\" He returned her greetings in a deep, kindly voice. It sounded pleasant as a business man value their first impression. \"My domains concern wealth and economy. What is your interpretation of 'wealthy'?\" A bizarre question to ask, but for the sake of conversation."
},
{
"author": "emikaj",
"message": "Kamilrahma hummed quietly in thought at Kars' unusual question, tilting her head to the side as she formulated an answer. It was an interesting question to propose, of course; especially since they'd only just introduced themselves a few mere moments ago. Still, she was happy to oblige him.\n\n\"Wealthy is... To have fulfilling aspects in one's existence, I believe. Like having a *Wealth* Of friends who enrich and bring joy to your life, or possessing a wealth of knowledge so you can teach others how to be wiser.\"\n\nThe blindfolded goddess replied, content with her explanation. Her wings folded neatly against her back, rustling softly, and her dangling earrings chimed when she nodded slightly at the other deity.\n\n\"So how do you, God of Wealth, interpret it?\""
},
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "His interest was piqued, and he was pleasantly surprised. \"Great interpretation, if only others would understand. It's very much like my own.\" Kars nodded in agreement, the simple motion made his jewellery hit eachother like a wind chime. Kars pinched his chin to contemplate, there were much to say about his own purpose but it's not the time for so much information. They've only just met!\n\n\"Wealthy is having more than enough in things that matter. When an existence is fulfilled, and have something to show.\" Just two sentences is suffice, otherwise he'd bore her out with academic rambling. Even though it's not the most accurate description.\n\n\"I already like you, Kamilrahma.\" He gently patted her shoulder."
},
{
"author": "emikaj",
"message": "Kamilrahma smiled lightly, accepting the other's positive opinion and action. \"I only answered a single question, and yet you have already decided that you like me? You must be quite the decisive person, then - or a simple flatterer, or both; I do not mind either way.\"\n\nHer warm, dark brown hands clasped in front of her, resting near her waist as she continued speaking.\n\n\"Tell me, Kars; do you have a *Wealth* Of advice you might share with a new deity, such as myself? I'd like to be as prepared as possible for what the future might hold in store, and what better way to gain knowledge than by asking a more experienced god?\"\n\nThe Goddess of Death's tone was amicable, and her elegant form exuded an honest demeanor as she awaited a reply."
},
{
"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "\"You can think of me as both. If you find it pleasant, I have no reason to be hostile to you.\" He replied with a smile, simple trading of pleasantry it was. Kamilrahma would've likely seen through his gestures by now, no offence should be taken.\n\n\"My advice is to **Fulfil** Your purposes, make sure your judgement is always grounded, not clouded. Maybe even go out there and actively search for more godly wisdom. I'm not the wisest there is.\"This is a topic he could say a lot about, pulling knowledge straight from his memories, there were many things he'd tell her to consider. But for their difference in domains, this might prove difficult.\n\n\"Find a way to execute your goals, or find a goal if you lack one. I've created a realm to fulfil my mission. I own many, many businesses, possession and power. Many worshipers, simply because that's what I do.\" He showed her visions to what he has done and accomplished. Not too much to bore her out, enough for her to see the perspective of a predecessor."
},
{
"author": "emikaj",
"message": "Kamilrahma agreed with Kars' wisdom, intently perceiving the conjured visions he deigned to show her. As they faded away into nothingness once more, the goddess spoke.\n\n\"I thank you for your generous advice; I will not be in any hurry to forget it. If you so desire, you are most welcome to visit my realm once it is made; I think you will appreciate the brilliant gold color I have in mind for it.\"\n\nHer creamy-white wings partially unfurled behind her, stretching out for a brief moment before retracting back to their former position. \n\n\"And being a powerful deity... You must have mortals, yes? Or some other type of being, molded by your hand? What sort of creatures would you recommend making, if you don't mind answering?\""
},
{
"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "\"It's not generous. Others can do it better than me.\" Especially Rav, who has shared some valuable words to him, himself being awkward wouldn't help much. \"Golden? We seem to share similar aesthetics too.\"\n\nHis realm wasn't called the palace of gold for no reason. A significant part of it is the malleable, beautiful metal assigned with abundance and power! He is exited to see her realm once it's built, and will make sure he'd be the first to witness it.\n\n\"You should know that all of us are equal in capabilities. But I am flattered to be called powerful. As for my own creatures, they have a natural desire for wealth. Much like I do.\" Another carefully-crafted vision appeared, about the Alagadian lives, their biology and religion. How they live or lived. \"For mercy and death. I'd imagine an undead race, specters, ghosts or a race with no fear of death, striving to make the most of life before a peaceful end.\" His suggestion was long, but it was an honest opinion."
},
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"author": "emikaj",
"message": "*\"For mercy and death... I'd imagine an undead race, specters, or ghosts; or a race with no fear of death, striving to make the most of life before a peaceful end.\"*\n\nAs Kars finished speaking, the last piece of his suggestion struck a peculiar chord within Kamilrahma. A fruitful life before a peaceful end...\n\n\"Yes... Yes, that is it!\" She beamed, her palms firmly colliding together in a singular clap. \"You've inspired me, Kars! My people shall lead long, fulfilling lives; when it is their time to return to the Roots, they shall tell me of all their achievements in life. It will be enlightening and entertaining, to hear what they'll get up to! What a splendid idea!\"\n\nThe goddess of death was in high spirits, her mind whirling with thoughts pertaining to her future creation. What would their appearance be? What will they eat? Will anything guide them besides their own will? The possibilities were endless!"
},
{
"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "\"I'm happy to help you, it would seem like our people can fit in well.\" Unlike the hostile, evil creatures who has a problem with peace, Kars was glad to see that Kamilrahma seem to be on beard with him, and that he can relate to. Her ideas are very similar to his plans, aside from listening to their achievements in life. \n\nHis own was designed for a fulfilling life before their death and he would listen in to their prayers everytime but he hardly ever listens to them once they pass, it would be considered, but not something he really feels like doing. \n\n\"If my people were to meet their end, I'd love to have their souls meet comfort and companion one last time, things that you bring.\" He was exited for the younger deity, and is willing to give even more wisdom, if she wishes for it.."
},
{
"author": "emikaj",
"message": "\"Then if you desire, I could certainly guide your mortals' souls back to the Tree; perhaps our peoples could also meet in life, and trade with one another?\" Kamilrahma asked, clasping her hands together whilst her white feathers fluffed up in joy. \"Oh, I can't wait! I believe I shall host a tour, and guide you - along with any others I invite - around my realm once it is made!\"\n\nThe Goddess of Death and Mercy couldn't help but flare her wings excitedly outward, their massive span partially encompassing her form as she abruptly turned away from Kars. She strode energetically to one of the connecting boughs of Yggdrasil, stepping onto it with purpose before looking back at the God of Wealth; although he couldn't see beneath her white blindfold, her golden eyes were sparkling.\n\n\"Forgive me for my sudden departure, but I simply *Must* Get to work on my realm and its creations while all are still fresh in my mind! Thank you for your assistance and inspiration, Kars; I shall send you an invitation to my home when the time arrives! It was wonderful to meet you!\"\n\nWith her impassioned farewell complete, Kamilrahma fully unfurled her wings and took to the sky; her form disappearing into the distance. Only a singular white feather remained in her place, drifting lazily through the air until it landed softly at Kars' feet."
},
{
"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "\"I'd like to see, what kind of trading would happen in the afterlives, how they would interact? I should make it happen for the sake of knowing...\" He crossed his arms, such action created melodies as gems and gold clash. \"I would expect a letter in the near future.\"\n\nWings, elegant and beautiful, Kars should've come up with it much earlier, as someone like him would treat it like an artist to his canvas, decorated wings bring him closer to a god of decadence, but maybe he already is. Kars watched as the goddess of death disappeared, flying where she needed to, where lives will hopefully flourish and die peacefully. \n\nHe felt a particular feather at his feet, it quickly got encased in a dedicated box, brought to the plane of endless wealth. Aimless walking continues, conversation replaced by chimes."
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"author": "jumpfire88",
"message": "Edra stepped foot into the Hall of the gods. She felt the hard, cold, floor with every step from her bare feet. She looked around the entrance of the hall, unaware of where any other beings may be. Edra treaded the room, skimming her hand across the furniture, feeling it. The sensation was... Something, though she quickly shook it off.\n\nEdra walked through the hall, looking at the many sights to see, however one caught her eye, The garden of Gaia. Though her interest would soon become one of the past, Edra turned her head back and kept walking forward. \"I'll come back to it later.\" She thought as she continued down."
},
{
"author": "thecoolestidiot08",
"message": "*Kairosi stumbled into the entrance. He scanned the area and his eyes set down onto Edra. He awkwardly waved to her.* \"H-h-hi...\""
},
{
"author": "jumpfire88",
"message": "As Edra heard the voice of Kairosi, she stopped dead in her tracks. She turned to the newborn god, her hair being practically thrown over her shoulders as she did so.\n\nShe raised an eyebrow as she put her hand on her hip. \"...Who the hell are you?\" She said with a sassy tone."
},
{
"author": "thecoolestidiot08",
"message": "*He stepped back instinctively. He readjusted his posture and exhaled.* \"I'm... Kairosi... Whatever the hell that means.\""
},
{
"author": "jumpfire88",
"message": "She looked kairosi up and down, examining his form. \"Do you not know what a name is?\" Edra scoffed. She seemed completely uninterested in him, for some reason. As if his mere presence simply annoyed her. \n\nShe began to turn back, walking forward as her gown dragged itself against the floor behind her. As she walked her hair shimmered and gleamed with stars and light."
},
{
"author": "thecoolestidiot08",
"message": "\"Yeah-\" *His silver hair turned golden and his cyan eyes turned orange. His neutral expression turned to a grin. His energy had shifted entirely.* \"Yo! Sorry for being such a drag earlier! I just go between this and the last one, repeatedly it's a damn headache!\""
},
{
"author": "jumpfire88",
"message": "Edra continued to look forward uninterested. It was only, what? Thirty, maybe and hour long since her birth and she was already sick of it. \"That's great.\" She said sternly. \"I don't particularly care.\" She groaned.\n\n\"I was hoping for some peace and quiet during my first moments here.\" Edra said as she moved forward down the hall."
},
{
"author": "thecoolestidiot08",
"message": "\"My bad. I'll just go...\" *He walked out of the entrance and towards the Gardens Of Gaia. Leaving Edra alone.*"
},
{
"author": "jumpfire88",
"message": "\"Hmph.\" Edra scoffed. Finally, she was alone. She walked to the entrance to the hall of Gods once more, taking in the sight. From the entrance, she saw far and wide. She was many of the realms that were in front of her, namely the north realms. \n\nShe stared ahead for a moment, unwavering. She looked down to her hands which flowed with cosmic energy. She took a simple step forward, putting her arms outward as tons of cosmic energy began to create her new realm. From below, she saw the roots of the tree climb up to support the new creation. She directed all of this towards the east realms. However, it was just nothing but a barren land. Edra grinned as she knew what to do. She then took one more step and leaped to her new realm."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "It was much too long... Much too long since Savarii's divine energy was present near Yggdrasil, near the heart of the divine world. The ever ravenous presence of the Outcast Goddess of Gluttony and Hiveminds could be felt slowly returning to the world tree, spreading across the branches of the furthest and newest realms to more well established and frequented areas. Since she had lost her immortality, the now mortal goddess had spent much of her time cautiously spreading her influence from the shadows, in methods with little chance to get her caught out by threats or rivals. She navigated the crooks, crannies and crevices given little consideration even by gods, spent her time communing with mortals and retreating from the public eye. Her few public appearances had been restricted to rituals and situations of utmost importance that she attended with adequate security. \n\nThe dangers to both politick and power that came to a god for missing rituals and new alliances were great, at least to Savarii. After losing her immortality, the goddess knew there was a need to bide her time... Yet she could not poison herself by going completely off the grid. She needed to regrow her strength, sow her influence uninterrupted and unchallenged yet also could not give any rivals or eye witnesses any show of vulnerability. To disappear totally would have been to signal weakness, to paint a target on her back and risk even more than walking around with carelessness after losing immortality. The goddess had been careful in her appearances, only taking part in the ritual at the Nachievellian and her duties within the divine alliance concerning the creation of divine weapons. These meetings offered great rewards and opportunities, yet also offered protection. Few gods would be stupid enough to directly attack her there, and she was accompanied by her de-facto guardian in the form of Triticea.\n\nYet, even with her occasional appearances allowing her to be generally aware of the rumours along the grapevine, operating so reservedly and cautiously from shadows had its drawbacks. To be active only on the fringe realms meant it had been a long time since her divinity graced the inner lands and her eyes once again bore witness to Yggdrasil. The birthplace of gods and the home they returned to when important matters were to be discussed. The goddess' presence was gone from this place ever since she had lost her immortality and been near mortally wounded by Edon. She still bore many of the scars upon her prime form, the form where most of her divinity was safely kept deep within Tritcea's valley. \n\nThe approaching goddess was ever cautious in her vigil of the world tree. Her presence did not spread here suddenly, it did not even appear over a day, not even a week. For now, her goal was to watch, to keep herself as informed and aware as she made a point to be in her prime. A fragment of Savarii's energy watched the tree from the shadows for a long time, so small and careful that it was difficult to sense. Every so often, a bit more power would be added to the encroaching presence. Since her immortality was torn from her very being, the goddess of the Hivemind had become accustomed to honing her careful and cunning navigations. She kept her prime self secure and well hidden, only risking the smallest ounces of her being and using wisdom and guile to spread her influence in the stead of the barbarism and brute force that could be easily used by a god with no fears. \n\nThis presence, over several weeks, eventually crept into the hall of the gods, within the very shadows. Invisible eyes watched the happenings, doing its best to hide its presence. Of course, within the world tree, her weak form was surely masked by the coming and goings of more whole gods.\n\nWith her identity masked and her form difficult to find, should somebody sense a god near the halls, there would be many other things one would consider more likely than the truth. \n\nAnd so, her presence waited and watched... Cloaked in shadows and formlessness, Savarii remained patient for whatever developments she may witness and, should the opportunity be right, interact with through the veil of mystery, namelessness and enigma that kept the mortal goddess so secure."
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia couldn't stand Melon... Why had she betrayed her? Why did she fall for it? She was lost in her thoughts when she looked up she found herself in the hall of gods. It's the last place she wanted to be... But maybe talking ti someone other than melon would help her.*\n\n*Olivia found a bench and sat at it she couldn't keep walking around all this anger was exhausting her. It wasn't in her nature so as soon as she sat down she ended up falling asleep on the bench. The last thing she remembered was thinking* \"How strange the god of fire laying on a wooden bench and actually taking refuge when fire usually combusts wood\" \n\n*She closed her eyes she could have swore she saw someone watching her, but she didn't care she was too exhausted. She closed her eyes and a tear slipped out.*"
},
{
"author": "roritios",
"message": "Savarii's presence remained in the hall of the gods, hidden in the corners ready to silently watch any congregations that may occur here or, as had just happened with Olivia, for a lone, isolated mark of opportunity to present themselves. If she had lungs, Savarii would have drawn in a sharp, satisfied breath as her eyes landed on the goddess of fire. *A new face... A new god... She had not seen this one before~* Where novelty lay, knowledge and opportunity presented themselves, as did new risks and potential threats. A conscientious goddess would not permit herself to ignore the new and inexperienced gods... Well, *Potentially* Inexperienced. Several years had passed since Savarii could properly keep an eye out on the tree and each fruit that reached full form, she could watch for new fringe realms being created or wait to hear about unfamiliar names and domains... Yet it still remained an imperfect solution. She had to find another way to approach this goddess.\n\nAs Olivia went to sleep, the swarms hiding in the shadows seized their opportunity. They waited for a few moments, ensuring the goddess was totally asleep, yet not overstaying their welcome. The hall was a public space, there may be *Some* Privacy offered here and there, but the chance of this new face's sleep going totally uninterrupted were low. So, when the time was right, a dark, slender tendril reached out from the dark corners of the hall. It reached out slowly, carefully towards Olivia's sleeping form. The tendril was in a state between tangible and incorporeal, as if it were *There* But not really. Slowly, the tendril would come into contact with the dozing deity, wrapping itself around her ever so carefully and cautiously. Then... *Poof*, it seemed to disappear, directly into the skin of the goddess, leaving a small puff of black and green smoke where it had once been for a few short moments.\n\nAs Olivia fell asleep, she would find her dream self in an... Odd place. It was still her dream, and would carry many similarities with whatever her mind and spirit conjured up within the realm of sleep. However, just like a parasite, Savarii had leeched her own mind and conciousness into Olivia's dreams. The land around her was different, now drawing inspiration from both of the goddess' spirits, experiences and knowledge. The landscape nearby was made of barren, plagued Badlands. Rotting trees, cracked land, vicious swarms of accursed insects spreading across jagged boulders and the rotting carcasses and skeletons of various creatures and species. Massive, imposing structures and spires dotted the land, like massive anthills, mounds and towers the size of skyscrapers. This realm was... Monstrous, like a bastardization of every convention and common sense decision made by deities when making their own realms. This dreamplane seemed to draw heavy inspiration from Savarii's realm, the home she created for herself and her family from the ground up, the Taltuhim Hivelands. It would still be Olivia's dream as well, giving her enough control to have aspects of her own psyche influence the form and shape of the dream. It was a mix of familiar and unfamiliar, the product of two minds coming together.\n\nOlivia would have a few moments to look around, the presence of another divine being here was more noticable than it was in the Hall of the Gods. Here, the sense of Savarii's presence was not masked by the many god fruits of the tree and the coming and going deities around the world tree.\n\n\"Welcome~\" Savarii's voice could finally be heard within the dream. There was no form to the goddess yet, merely her voice... Audible, yet not coming from any specific direction. \"You look... *Unwillingly hurt*, my dear.\" The voice coos in an almost motherly tone. There was something off-putting and intense about how the voice addressed Olivia. It was filled with juxtaposition and paradoxes, the byproduct of thousands of different personalities and caricatures. Both an act and truth, caring and motherly yet ominous and abnormal, both polite yet spitting in the face of etiquette. Everything about how it spoke indicated just the slightest *Offness*, something to be expected by a goddess representing outcasts. Her standards and behaviour was that of standards and convention reflected through a kaleidoscope, the same pieces were there, but rehashed and altered. Despite this aire, the main act seemed to be concern... Curiosity... Worry and empathy.\n\n\"Has something gone wrong? Have you suffered unjustly?\""
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "Olivia started to dream and it wasn't hers, she felt really concerned who was infiltrating her mind? At this point she didn't care nor did she want to know. The voice that spoke sounded motherly, almost like Trit. \n\nWhen she asked the question she couldn't help but break down in tears again. Her heart hurt so bad and the effect of melancholia numbing her feelings were wearing off, so she began to feel everything heavily. \n\n\"Melancholia... She hurt me... She betrayed me, please I beg you if your here to hurt me then... GET. OUT! I can't stand another hurting me so badly... Betraying me...\"\n\n*She looked around and rembered she was in a dream so she added her own sense of familiarity and had her oasis come into the dream adding a touch of beauty to all the death and... Insects? Shed met a few gods but not one of insects.*\n\n\"If we are going to speak you'll tell me who you are... And unfortunately I'm not so openly trusting of anyone now... I am Olivia god of fire.\""
},
{
"author": "roritios",
"message": "*Melancholia*... A noticeable shiver runs through the entire dreamscape at the mention of the name. *Sister...* Savarii's attention is now fully captured by the woeful goddess, it appears that her sister was still alive and active. That was a... Significant relief and weight off of the gods' shoulders. Although that relief was soon replaced by a gnawing feeling. Her sister was alive... She seemingly escaped the negative impacts of the ritual... Yet made no attempt to reach out after she had been nearly killed. The pit in the soul of the goddess of outcasts was only filled by relief for the briefest of moments before it once again crumbled. \n\n\"I'm not here to hurt you my darling. I'm here to talk to you, to listen to what plagues you... Everybody needs somebody to talk to in times like these.\" The sickly sweet voice of the Lord of the Flies coos around Olivia. It grows in presence and volume. \"I cannot hurt you even if I wanted, this is but a dream... A mindscape of your psyche and consciousness.\" *Was that true? Savarii wasn't exactly confident she couldn't hurt Olivia here, but didn't intend to make any moves to find out for now.* \n\nAs Olivia spoke, a *Massive* Winged silhouette could be briefly seen flying above the dreamscape. Its shape was nearly ineffable, like that of an eldritch monster. It seemed nearly to rival the size of the dream plane, yet was only visible for a short moment before disappearing into smoke and fog. As it flew above the dreamland borne of the two gods' psyches, a loud, pervasive sound of millions of whispers could be heard trailing behind it.\n\nThere were voices upon voices drowning each other out, murmuring, not a single one speaking sense or able to have the meaning of the words it spoke discerned.\n\n\"Me...?\" The voice speaks again, forming from the disjointed chorus of murmurs into once again understandable speech. \"I am an entity who has also suffered betrayal and hurt just like you. We have not met, and therefore my name means nothing to you. I was pushed to the fringes of the realms before your time, struck out at by evil in our midst. I understand what you're going through, for I have felt it myself.\" The voice says mournfully. \"Should you desire it, I could listen... I could become an ear and heart to share your grief, should you need to.\""
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia woke up* \nThat was such... A weird dream... Who was that? She was pondering on the same bench when her stomach growled she used her divinity/essance to create an apple and ate.\n\nWonder if I'll have any visitors during the day..."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "While a part of her dealt with Thana's ritual, a smaller fragment of her broke off, ready to be called back if need be. This part of Triticea had snuck off from the gathering to go... Sort grains, as she so loved. Not the most responsible of things to do, she knew, but as long as the majority of her remained at the gathering to help with Thana's project, she supposed that there wasn't really any harm being done here. As she crept away from the Divine Weapon forging ceremony with a basket of wheat and rice crops in hand, she noticed a familiar face in the Hall of the Gods. \n\nOlivia, her mind supplied. A sister that had come dangerously close to being yet another disappointment, but had managed to claw her way back upwards. Malleable, gullible, easily manipulated. Triticea had no intention of manipulating this sister, but she did want to be sure to cut off any attempts to shape her by her siblings. She could think of a few that would love the chance to sway this sister, and she would not allow that sin. \n\n\"Hello, sister.\" She greeted in a formal tone. It wasn't an exact science, but she was feeling a tad more Genetrix at the moment, and that lean towards her more mature aspect was definitely making her speech much more formal. Besides, she wasn't feeling the usual childish impulses that tended to come with a larger portion of Pueri. Regardless of the aspect makeup of this current fragment, the Wheatmother greeted her sister with a friendly wave.\n\n\"How have you been since we last spoke in your realm?\" It wasn't a question that naturally came to her pragmatic mind, but it was one that her strawberry daughter had recommended she started using. She didn't really see the reason to ask, given that her siblings would probably just tell her unprompted if there was something that demanded her attention. Still, her daughter had said it was polite, and so she decided to be polite to one of the siblings who she didn't have any real quarrel with."
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia was startled as tritea said hello*\n\n\"Oh hi Trit, I'm ok I guess... Still pretty frustrated about melon but it is what it is. I told her off and swore her as my enemy, but I don't think she's given up on me yet... And that honestly scares me. I been talking to a lady of... Bugs? She's been speaking to me in my dreams and well I dont know k still feel odd about it. Like I'm not sure I can trust her. How are you?\""
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Trit? \n\nThe Wheatmother blinked, taking a short moment to process that. She'd never received a nickname before. Even the most cordial relationships that she had with the other gods were largely formal. That was in part her own fault, of course. She was not the most social of people by nature, so she didn't often cultivate relationships with her siblings. It didn't help that half the time said siblings turned out to be apathetic bums or psychotic monsters. \n\nIt was a bit difficult for her to find siblings that didn't have distractingly awful trait that turned her off from growing closer to them.\n\nOlivia seemed to be... Younger. The goddess of fire was not the only younger sister that Triticea had by a long shot, but it was more of a mental thin. Olivia was gullible, having almost been molded by Melancholia into a puppet. She was naive, and seemed to be younger in mind, rather than just in age. She supposed a nickname made sense coming from Olivia. \n\nOh, right. Olivia had said more than just the nickname. She nodded in approval as she spoke of denying Melancholia. She wasn't truly good at this whole being affectionate thing, but she made an effort to try and comfort her sister as she put a hand on her shoulder. \n\n\"You were brave to stand up to our sister.\" She reassured Olivia, \"And I trust that you can remain strong even if the Tearmaiden tries to manipulate you again.\" \n\nThe mention of a bug lady did cause her to pause, however. Not a lot of her siblings were strongly associated with bugs. There was herself, of course, but she was rather sure that she would have known if she had visited Olivia in her dreams, and that was not something that she remembered doing. The other bug-related god that came to mind was Savarii, but she was not in the mindset of making accusations without some real reason to think it was her.\n\n\"I have been well. Can you tell me more about this lady of bugs that's been appearing in your dreams, sister?\""
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia listened to what Trit had to say* \n\n\"She only visited me only once in my dream and she hasn't been back since then. When she talked it sounded like a million voices spoke at once.\" \n\n*She shuddered*\n\n\"She was nice but man that was creepy to hear.\""
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Er, alright. That had not been the most informative of descriptions, nor did it narrow down anything about who the mysterious bug lady might have been. It was one of those abilities that her siblings tended to use even if they didn't have any domains that might be associated with them. It was a minor exercise in their authority over existence, after all, unlike conjuring physical matter. \n\nSavarii was still her only suspect, and that suspicion stood on the shakiest ground possible. She just didn't know any other siblings with insect associations. It *Definitely* Wasn't enough for her to choose to try and pursue Savarii over. Besides, even if this voice *Was* Savarii, she wanted to believe that her sister wouldn't squander the second chance that she'd been given.\n\n\"If it makes you feel better, it is something that we can all do.\" Well, they all had the same powers, but she meant that it was an ability that all of them tended to use. To demonstrate, she spoke, **\"Like this.\"** She was a woman on her deathbed, a little bully threatening another child, a timid farmer hiding from his overseer, a hardened soldier readying himself for battle. And then her voice was back to normal.\n\n\"You can do it too.\""
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia decided to show her what Savarii had sounded like she imitated her perfectly*\n\n\"This is what she sounded like, why are you interested in knowing the way this voice sounded so bad?\"\n\n*She then went back to her regular voice*\n\n\"I hope this helps some with whatever your seeking...\"\n\n*She sat there and withdrew back into herself after answering triteas question*"
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Well, she hadn't asked a question at all, but Olivia had apparently decided to answer her on what the voice sounded like. It was Savarii, all right. She normally wouldn't recognise one of her siblings by voice alone, save for the grating tones of Bones or the trill of Nach, but Savarii was one of the few that she did recognise easily. After all, the Hive Goddess had spent the recent years crashing in her Valley, and though she'd started to get out more lately, she had had plenty of opportunities to learn what Savarii's voice sounded like. \n\nThe Wheatmother filed the information away in her mind, resolving to speak to Savarii about it later. Normally she wasn't very intrusive and tended to allow her siblings to do as they wished so long as they didn't do anything monumentally stupid. Even if Savarii had been behaving, however, it didn't erase what she'd done. Triticea just wanted to be sure that she wasn't up to anything stupid that would get her into trouble again... For the sake of both sisters involved in this. \n\n\"It did.\" \n\nShe nodded to affirm that it had helped. \"Besides the strange dream, sister, how have you been?\" The story of the dream had bee intriguing and all, but she wanted more than just that. \"The situation with Melancholia is weeks behind us now. What have you been doing since then?\" After all, she expected that Olivia would get bored just raging for a few weeks straight. Besides, she didn't *Look* Like someone who'd been caught in a perpetual fury for weeks now."
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "\"I built a castle for myself in my realm that's about it...\"\n\nShe knew it wasn't much to account for but it was something, and something to get her mind off the retched melon. \n\n\"I have been stewing over meloncolia so I guess I could do something else but I don't know what to do I have no inspiration.\""
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Triticea nodded approvingly. She had always found that it was easier to cope with her own hardships when she distracted herself with the things that she enjoyed doing. It had worked for her, so she was hopeful that it would produce a similar distraction for Olivia to take her mind off of Melancholia and the whole mess with her. \n\nA part of her was nagging at her to hunt down the Tearmaiden and punish her for all she'd done, but preservation took precedence over delivering justice. Making sure that her sister was alright was more important right now.\n\n\"It's good to have something to do.\" She affirmed. \"Fortunately, the Selfishness' greatest weapons are her words, not her blades. I do not believe you need to fear violent reprisal at the moment. I hope that serves as some consolation.\" She tried to reassure Olivia."
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "O. *Olivia relaxed and she decided to just forget about melancholia.* \n\n\"Well do you want to go to my realm to see my castle? I'm not sure what more we can do here\" *She looked around*\n\n\"I'll just forget about the tear tearmaiden she's not worth the space in my brain.\"\n\n*She then created a pyro flower and gave it to Trit* \"Here I wanted you to have this, my own gift to you, I want to thank you for helping me deal with my thoughts and sort them out.\""
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"I would like that.\" Triticea agreed. The palace had been beautiful to her. The decorations had been alright, but the detail and passion that had so clearly gone into the design of the place was what really impressed her.\n\nShe was always a fan of some good old-fashioned effort, after all.\n\nThe flower she accepted with gratitude. She conjured thatch and straw, rapidly weaving them together to make a small woven basket. Delicately, she placed the flower into it. It was a plant that her Valley did not yet have, and she was happy to have something new to domesticate.\n\n\"Very well, shall we go?\" She tilted her head, wanting to be polite and letting Olivia take the lead."
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "```end continues in realm of Etna```"
}
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{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "After a few hours of slow exploring, Melancholia had found herself in the cold hall of the gods. She saw pictures and pieces, things and images - nothing that belonged to her. The atmosphere around her was gloomy, and although she had not encountered anyone amongst the branches yet, she felt particularly... Dry. Her last interaction with the god of fate had left her feeling empty, her recovery from it being unfortunately unhurried.\n\nShe knew she was not alone. The echoes of other voices lit up her ghostly ears, giving her a sense of family. Deep down, Melancholia knew that she was alone; she always was. The goddess blankly stared at the other creations and abandoned works from other deities, her glazed eyes distantly observing the room.\n\nEveryone and everything here seemed alien. Touching her cheek, the goddess felt sore as she silently watched. A hue of blue seemed to surround her, bringing an ugly sadness to anyone who came too close to her."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "TSU found herself exploring the halls and was very curious as to what all these flat images were but she didn't really find anyone that didn't seem busy. Finally though she found someone that didn't seem busy. \n\n\"Hello~! Do you know what all these things on the walls are? They look so interesting but everyone seems busy here.\" She said leaping towards Melancholia. She was in her new form and was eager to show it out because it just looked epic.\n\nShe did seem to notice that Melancholia seemed gloomy though as she changed to a more walking pace towards her. 'She's also flashy, but like not heated flashy?' She thought as she approached."
},
{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "The goddess's cloud-colored skin appeared cerulean under the ceiling's shadow. Her blue eyes gazed emptily at the girl before her, wondering what about her seemed approachable. \n\n\"Not quite, no,\" She murmured. Almost inaudible, Melancolia's voice was whispery and silky. \"Although I do believe they are some sort of relics left behind by our fellow gods...\"\nShe spoke without haste, considering each one of her words before they emerged from her mouth.\n\nThe pride this goddess carried was... Unbearable to Melancholia. When she came close enough, the goddess of sadness's blue aura dissipated. These other emotions that Tsu brought were weakening her, and oddly, she sickeningly liked the feeling."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Ooo they look interesting, can we talk to them?\" She asked but just then she almost collapsed on herself and her hair-flower wasn't on this form anymore, instead going somewhere else. \n\nShe looked at it kind of in pain from this occurrence and had a twisted face that slowly returned to normal. \"Owwwww~\" She winced once her face was normal."
},
{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Hesitating, the goddess didn't even get the chance to start answering before she noticed the girl's fall. She blankly watched. The feeling hit her too, but it felt strange in her heart, as though it was a singular drop of sapphire in an ocean of indigo. A cold hand emerging from her winged sea of feathers, her view lowered to where the other deity had collapsed. \n\n\"What.. Was that?\" She whispered. Everyone in the hall had gone quiet, their chatter unnaturally contorting until it finally reached a complete silence.\n\nShe came closer to the goddess before her, seeming to find a comfort in their shared feeling. However, this was not fully how she felt, for her further intentions were to bring her aura of sadness to Tsu and infect her head the same way she had once infected the serpent's... Thinking about him gave her a bad feeling; a feeling that was worse than the torment she was almost always going through."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Woah that was-\" Her hair sizzled for a moment \"-really strange...\" She shook herself a bit and noticed her hair was shorter \"Woah I guess she needed that too? Should we like see what's happening? Pretty sure the focus is above us\" She said as another wave of weirdness hit her body. \"I don't think I'm stable~ right now- eep probably shouldn't touch me getting weird vibes off that too... Also eating for some reason? Eeee I don't like these things\" She babbled more weirdness of icky feeling from whatever force hit her."
},
{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "The goddess slowly crossed her arms. Within her, a sensation bubbled, slipping down her throat and landing like a rock in her stomach. It made her freeze for a minute..\n\"No.. Who are you?\" Melancholia murmured. Her voice was distorted by the agony inside her, quietly twisted and turning as though it was unable remain stable.\n\nShifting, Melancholia doubled over as the feeling worsened. She weakly touched her knees. \"Ugh..\" Her head was hurting now.. Her arms hurt.. Everything hurt. Everybody else in this hall seemed to be mildly affected, but she was in extraordinary pain, and she almost liked it. Almost. This was too much, though; it was *Different*.."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Owww- thank Gaia I'm not the main she right now-\" TSU said as her face glitched inside out a bit, though it was more of weird clay looking than flesh. \"Oh, I'm TSU, one of Ashs... This thing what is ittt ahhh\" She replied as her body also kinda flipped itself for a bit."
},
{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "\"Tsu...\" She repeated. It fell off her tongue in a graceless manner, but that did little to distract her from the excruciating feeling bubbling up inside her.\n\"Perhaps.. Perhaps we should go to the upper branches to see what brings such.. Pain.\"\n\nMelancholia's tone quivered. As more seconds passed, the feeling only worsened. She'd never felt anything like it, and if she made it out of this, she hoped she'd never feel this again. \n\"Melancholia.. Of sadness..\" She introduced, pain laced in her wispy voice."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Ya... We-\" Her face did more glitchy horror before her eyes just kinda popped out and turned into more hair-flowers. They were replaced by a red flare at this point. \"-should~ owww... Why do you need stuff from my body as wellll,\" TSU kinda complained to the main body. \n\nShe nodded to Melcancholia as she introduced herself."
},
{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Melancholia turned to Tsu, looking at her distressed appearance with a wide glare. Her own short, white hair floated busily around her two horns, having been untouched since the day of her birth. She never did much to change her appearance. It did not seem as though Tsu was doing these transformations on purpose, but it was still a shock to the goddess. How could anyone ever get used to so many different forms?\n\n\"We should go...\"\nShe began walking. Despite the fact that her movements were stunted by her torment inside, Melancholia's pace was still impressively speedy. Whatever this was, she needed it to end. This was how she imagined dying felt like..."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "TSU wondered why her main selfs wanted to keep most of itself her yet also wanted to have this one get splintered to help it too. Did it need to make a lot of things or something. Why would it ever need so much of itself so concentrated? \n\nTSU nodded as her flesh did a weird growth but the growth diminished. What ever could her selfs need so much of others like so?"
},
{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "She quivered and shook, her form breaking into two. The matter was too urgent for her to merely walk over. Here, her body was awfully frail. As she divided her forms, she collapsed onto the goddess of ashes. This was the last of her power.\n\n\"Ugh..\"\n\nThe blueness of her aura had been entirely depleted, leaving the air normal and breathable. She radiated nothing. Her body in this place was nothing more than a body, her weakness almost comparable to a mortal.\n\n\"Sorry..\" She murmured, opening and closing her eyes slowly. Melancholia needed to see what this worsening feeling sprouted from."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "TSU didn't know how to react first, but as her skin touching Melacholia's made a sizzling noise she almost freaked out. That only happens to the grass when she steps on it, the rocks too!\n\nBefore the burning area became comparable to 3rd degree burns her forearms developed a thick layer of bandages. She signed as the sizzling seemed to stop and laid her down upon the floor of the hall. She hopped she didn't damage her too much. She should bandage herself up more in case something like this happens again.\n\nToo though had TSU split in a similar way here, leaving though a thread connecting her to this body. She wouldn't be necessarily incapable of acting should something arise other here. It was however imperative to correct a form of her below here..."
},
{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "At last, Melancholia's eyes opened. They were gray and empty, drained of all color and emotion. Her spirit had been shattered..\nNow, she awoke to see blue burn-marks staining her white arms. They did not give her pain, but having them there made her feel unpleasant.\n\"It is over.\" She whispered, her expression growing grim.\nAs the goddess touched the injuries Tsu had given her, the skin crumpled off, leaving a deep indigo shade underneath. It would heal, but not without leaving a scar of some sort."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Oh um hi again!\" TSU said peering from a corridor. She felt sad about giving her such scars. \"Sorry about um burning you a bit... My body does that with anything it touches, got these bandages to help so I don't burn down my forests\" She said trying to explain stuff but probably doing poorly at it."
},
{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "She blankly looked at the other goddess.\n\"Hello..\" Melancholia slowly said. \"It's fine. I can't feel it anyway, Tsu.\"\nHer voice was reassuring yet depressing, as though there were too many things going on within her head for her to exactly choose a single tone.\n\"Sorry.. For.. Leaving. I felt a lot.\"\nEven the thought of it made her weak, and she nearly collapsed again. Edon.. Oh, what had happened?"
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Oh well um that's good I guess... I kinda felt something weighing a lot on me to... Had to send myself to correct some of my other form,\" She responded, maybe melancholia would spot the thin thread connected to one of TSU's fingertips?"
},
{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "To, perhaps Tsu's surprise, she did notice a difference in the goddess's fingers. \"Why was everybody fighting?\" Melancholia asked.\nA wave of coldness slipped down her spine, as though the answer was right in front of her, but she couldn't quite see it. The emptiness in her eyes was jarring, making anywhere she glanced gain a hint of bitterness. Her other forms were mentally overwhelmed. Unfortunately, the emotional strain was felt through this one as well, and she failed to register many things in this moment."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Apparently the Edon fellow did something to one of Gaia's fruits... Think they're basically us but not yet developed? But two of my selfs went out of control from the pain Gaia gave us so... They fought him but I eventually got them under control\" TSU responded, her skin seemed to rend from an unknown force as she talked about this. \"Eh, no, stop trying to control this one to!\" She said though in mumble. Eventually this self got their eyeballs back while Melancholia was out cold, or hot?"
},
{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "She nodded. What Tsu had said should've been obvious, but it wasn't to Melancholia. \n\"I see..\" The goddess slowly blinked, imagining what had been going on prior to her arrival. Thinking about it made her chilly.\n\"I must.. I must go. Perhaps we will be destined meet elsewhere, when the time is more.. Appropriate,\" She whispered. It was clear that both her and Tsu needed some time to gather themselves after what had happened above them. Giving the goddess of ashes one last cold look, Melancholia began her leisurely walk away from this place. It was strange how only a few minutes ago, she had come here out of abstract curiosity and benign calmness. Now, though, everything was.. Broken and indifferent. \"Farewell, Tsu.\""
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"A-alright, see you sometime~\" TSU responded, trying a smile. She probably didn't do that well though... Could she even smile well? How could see every fix her skin if she cannot smile...\n\nBy the time Melacholia left TSU looked to her thread. 'Should she even get to control her other selfs... Would that not make her of oppression? Augh... To much to think about, I'll just consolidate...' She thought, combining herself to the form connected to the thread."
}
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{
"author": "dawnacus",
"message": "Hokma accepted the apple with a curious gaze. He turned it over to inspect all of its sides, taking in its shape and scent. But most importantly the way it would glimmer against the light of the room. The Forest God hummed at that little detail, before taking a rather crunchy bite to taste its juices himself. Sweet. He might take a liking to it.\n\n\"You are not wrong, Puffsie. These are quite sweet.\" He lightly chuckled as he continued to hold it, before tucking it within the space of his cloak. Inner branches wrapping around it before it was whisked away elsewhere. \"I might ask for another once I finished mine. Are you the one that made them?\" He curiously asked. Knowing where the apples might come from, the young god would like to know where it came if he had the urge to taste more of it."
},
{
"author": "puffsie",
"message": "\"I wishh... These are from gaias gardennn, there's a beautiful area of nature below us..\" Puffsie informed Hokma biting into their half of the apple once more. \n\n\"What were you doing here all alone..\" Curious, the question was asked, this hall was uniquely carved but has no reason to be sat in alone for longer periods of time."
},
{
"author": "dawnacus",
"message": "\"Is that so? I will be sure to visit it sometime after. It sounds quite the sight to behold.\" He hummed at the information. Hokmah was still getting himself and acquainted with the various parts and sensations of Gaia. He was still fresh off the bud after all.\n\n\"Well, I was waiting to see if I might meet a fellow member of the family.\" He gestured his head towards Puffie with a smile. \"You're simply the first to come across me.\" He answered as a little glow starts to form at the end of his branch-arm. After a moment, that same glow shined brightly before dying down. And what was revealed after was a beautiful golden apple. \n\n\"Here. A gift in return.\"\n\nThe branch creaked as it offered the golden apple back to the cloud god. It was heavier than the apple slice he gave him before, and no scent came from it. It was like a solid golden shape formed into the shape of an apple."
},
{
"author": "puffsie",
"message": "\"Ohhh you're a new God then huhh..\" Puffsie's confusions cleared up from the explanation, watching as Hokma's wooden hand began to glow. \n\nBeauty, the golden gift radiated a charm about it, hard to compare from first glance, Gaia's apple of perfect balance and symmetrical exteriority against the golden glows of a premium nature. \n\nPuffsie raising their arms, overpowered by their curiosity, appreciatively accepted the gift, placing the golden apple into their sleeved hands. It's weight different than that of Gaia's, heavier, it's exterior, more metallic but of a substance representing riches and authority. \n\nA bite was in order...\n\n**C-crunch... Nom... Nom..**\n\nTo say the least it was divinely tasty, comparing to a fruit grown by a greater deity was surely unfair, though it was second best, an initial taste of total sweetness followed by a slow decline to sourness finishing with a pleasant aftertaste. \n\nA fruit of almost perfect design, by a newly born God... Puffsie's lightly stunned expression mixed with their tired eyes stayed for a little while, turning towards the creator of this masterpiece, eye contact was made. \n\n\"It's really good... You should be proud Hokma..\" Flattery was something Puffsie highly enjoyed due to the joyous comfort it brought to others, however this time it was really deserved."
},
{
"author": "dawnacus",
"message": "The branch creaked up to scratch above his head as a low chuckle was let out. Hokmah watched the entire process of how Puffie bit and tasted into the apple he gifted them with. The cloud god reminded him of a fair little flower. Preening up at the light of the sun. \"I need not be proud of my creations. I am simply content with perceiving the way others handle them. Besides, I give thanks to Gaia for allowing me to mimick her own buds.\" He gestured with his normal hand towards the tree in question.\n\n\"Though if you don't mind, I would be curious to know what else is you plan to do aside from keeping this leafy god company?\" Hokmah inquired Puffie. \"Along with that..\" His single eye glanced over the rest of the hall. \"Have you met our other kin? I am curious of their plans..\""
},
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "An inquiry directed at Puffsie,\n\n\"Welll... I was only born around 70ish cycles ago anddd i didn't have a good look around when I was first heree... Wanted to see what's at the top... Maybe a good vieww... Dunno..\" Puffsie explaining their thought process and intentions aloud, a sense of complete trust towards Hokma manifesting within them as they laid on their cloud, playfully bending their knees and kicking their legs behind them.\n\nHearing the change in question Puffsie followed Hokma's eye line.\n\n\"Mm?..\", Puffsie visibly reflected for a moment..\", most are doing their own thingg... There's some ritual thingy concerning void venturing anddd... That's it really I think... It should be finishing soon so peaceful times kindaa..\" Spoken with their usual tone, Puffsie turned back to the Hokma with a light smile, a hope for a peaceful future was something Puffsie had to much off. \n\n\"Know your new and all but... Do you have an idea of what you wanna doo?..\" Curiosity striking once again, a question of contemplation and existential belonging, unfairly asked, but a shot in the dark was curiosities greatest friend."
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"author": "dawnacus",
"message": "\"I suppose they too have their own goals to attain.\" Hokmah nodded at the information. That seemed to be the way things go here, as far as he can tell. He was also a fresh borne with just two digits into his cycles, and yet here he was already making efforts to his own plans. A sapling already aiming to blossom.\n\n\"Ah, for myself?\" He turned to Puffie as he was asked. This fluffy god was starting to grow on him, much like vines on a tree. Though he figured that the cloud deity had no intention of harming him in any way. \"I believe I plan on creating my own realm. With all this energy I feel in my roots, I wish to use that energy to give life of my own. Perhaps I may find something worthwhile to sink my cycles into once I have done so.\" A chuckle accompanied his words. \"I don't suppose that is what all new deities in our family aim for?\" He asked another question in return. An endless wonder to know more about the workings around him, to see them all for himself as well when he grows in time.\n\n\n\"How about yourself, Puffie? Have you made any plans of your own, or are you just content floating around aimlessly, wandering where you can?\""
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "\"A realm huhh... That's a good ideaa.. You can choice from the north, east, south or west sideee... Im in the north... Can also make a demiplane if you wantt..\" Puffsie informed Hokma with their usual tone, staring into the golden apple once more, curiosity, *An apple like this, what kind of realm will it's creator bring?..*\n** **\nQuestion redirection, \n** ** \nA thought broken by the sudden ask, \n** **\n\"Heyyy it's not aimlesss... Okay maybe a little... Im split three ways right noww... The other two are busier... Actually hosting something fun soonnn... You can spectate or participateee..\" Puffsie defended themselves from looking lazy... That definitely worked.., sparking from creation, a letter of invitation, lightly holding and handing it to Hokma . ** **"
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"author": "dawnacus",
"message": "Hokmah carefully handled the letter with his hand, before branches sprouted from his other to read the letter for him. Numerous tiny yellow eyes peering from the bark within the branch gazing on the content of the letter. As his one eye closed in pondering, humming as he did. \"Hmm, quite the event. Unfortunately, I am not one for power, nor to show my glamour to the other Gods. I am simply satisfied viewing such an occasion if possible.\" He nodded as his one eye opened. The branch returning to normal with its several eyes closing up, before offering it back to Puffie.\n\n\"I plan on creating a realm by the South. It is where I am currently focused on, while I am split two-ways coversing with you.\" He let out a chuckle. \"And I do not mean to offend, Puffie. You can act however you want, as your desires guide you. I am sure it is simply part of Gaia's will, as her children, to be however we want to be.\" He gently reached up to place a pat on the head of the cloud God."
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "\"South huhh... That's a nice spot... Don't mind me visiting when it's donee?..\" The God Hokma was straight forward and honest, as well as really gifted by Gaia, Puffsie only felt comfort when in discussion with them and so they grew a hope for further friendship.\n** ** \nUnsurprised, Puffsie reached back for the letter, a couple seconds later the letter turned into a puff of clouds, an occurrence which happens when an invitation is rejected. \n** **\n\"That's okayy... Though the grand prize is worth ittt..\" Playfully attempting to entice the God before them as they gentle rubbed Puffsie's hair, heavily expecting it to fail but curious of the outcome. ** **"
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"author": "dawnacus",
"message": "Hokmah hummed as he thought over the probability of having his little cloud friend entering his realm. \"You're welcome to visit whenever you'd like.\" The forest god decided that it would be nice to have a visitor every once and a while. It certainly wouldn't hurt to have another perspective on matters. \"Could even have a hand in some of my creations perhaps?\" He lightly jested at him.\n\nThe green god still shook his head at Puffie's attempts. He had no reason to view such a spectacle as of yet. \"I have no use for the grand prize as miniscule as I am at the moment. Perhaps when I have created my own mortal, I shall join the next event.\" He lightly shrugged, before slowly starting to raise his body up. The roots that previously connected him to the chair now returned back to its making. \"It would be a wonderous occasion to be with my fellow siblings once I have taken my first step, so to speak.\" He chuckled, exiting the chair as he stood beside the cloud god.\n\n\"For now however, I will be off. The cycles are busy for many at this time it seems, so I will be meeting other gods after I have finished my realm.\" He turned his head to gaze his one inspecting little eye at Puffie. \"Will you be off for the invitation, Puffie?\""
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Puffsie looked into the eye of Hokma, a calm nature.\n\n\"Mm... I wanna see the sky from all the way up theree... Even if there is no sky the void will look beautifulll...\" Confessing their curious ambition to see the a voided sky from a higher perspective. Puffsie knew it was strange and unreasonable but... A desire none the less. \n\nStaring at the ceiling for a moment, visualising a silent dark abyss... Covering as far as one could see... Peace at a stand still... Snapping back to Hokma's question.\n\n\"Mm soon... Too early yet... Ill probably visit your realm after im done hereee... Never busy for friendsss..\", a tired smile appeared on Puffsie's face as they waved their sleeve coved arms goodbye towards the now considered friend of Puffsie's. Let it last till the end of days!"
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"author": "dawnacus",
"message": "\"A high note ambition. I understand where you are coming from.\" Truthfully, Hokmah did. Even if he has no memory before his recent birth, the drive to witness something fascinating and 'otherworldly' has always been within the depths of his consciousness. The Green God only needed to seek one that is worthy of that position himself. \n\nHe waved goodbye as he soon exited the hall. But not before calling out one last time for his own invitation. \"You shall visit soon, I have found a realm that is quite perfect for my design. I am now coming up with an idea for my more intellgient creations, and I would dearly enjoy it if you could witness their first breath.\" He chuckled. \"See you soon, Puffie.\"\n\nAnd with that, he curled into himself and became one with the branches of Gaia. Morphing into the branches of the great tree as if he always had been a part of him. Settling off without neither trace or sound. Except for a little leaf that sprouted from the place he stood on."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Caught in a web of intrigue, Thana was at a crossroads with her life. Unsure whether she was the one deserving to be in control or if the gods would ever see her as anything more than a spawn of Edon that would one day be destined to sow despair and ruination. Her fingers run along the bark of Gaia, nails softly trailing between the rings and gaps across the tree's exterior. She had so little places of comfort, her own realm did not feel like a safe place to stay. It had never been attractive. Tender rays of warmth bounce from the young goddesses' neatened appearance, the aura of purity that had followed the girl ever since the encounter with Pyralith, a warding shield against the darkness and corruption of her mind and nastier influences.*\n\n*Entering through a large carved arch, her wings fold inwards to allow the deity passage, sprouting outwards with a resounding whoosh as feathers glimmer in the self-fashioned breeze once she had made it through. This place was an unfamiliar sight, inviting... Tranquil. An inverse of everything the fragmented girl represents... That realisation alone sent a sparkling tear down her face, staining the softly tinted skin with a small silver streak, much like a raindrop... It rolls and falls until it hits the floor with a miniscule splash... It meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, a simple motion that repeated itself day after day in some places. Crying was natural, remorse more so... But it didn't stop it hurting like a blade across her face. It was alien, barbaric... Why was she crying? She was a goddess. Granted untold power to shape a world, to bend reality on a whim...*\n\n*Even in this place, it wasn't her home.*\n\n*Home was them... Nach, Triticea, Pyralith, Savarii, Onesifi and most of all... Ezgi.*\n\n`\" So desperate to settle, you forgot to stop looking... \"` *The serpent's voice pangs into her head, but it doesn't come with the urge for violence, the repulsion of all life and the sickly malice gnawing away at her resolve. It came with sadness, pity... Edon was not devoid of emotion. He never had been. Emotion got him killed the first-time round, the grief and sadness.*\n\n*The Melancholia.*\n\n**\" Never thought I'd say it kindly snake... Please stop talking, just this once. \"** *Her voice tremors, speaking aloud to the air from an onlooker's perspective. There was no reason for him to stop. The whispers had every right to continue to remind her she was a fallen disgrace, a disconnect from the world and Gaia. She was no child of this land, only a brutal reminder of an event that could never be undone. A fate sealed forever... A unchangeable change.*\n\n*The serpent obliges... Leaving Thana with her own thoughts and the sound of tears hitting the floor. She had been crying profusely without realising, shedding tears and shuddering in the quiet embrace of the Mother Tree. Her arms move and stretch up, a soft yawn echoing off the hollow hall, slowly cushioned by a dainty hand over her mouth. With this yawn, a beacon of golden light soars upwards through the inside of the tree and pulses into the sky above Gaia herself, illuminating the stars of each deity, with the respective gods and goddesses for this ceremony having theirs remain twinkling in a heavenly atmosphere.*\n\n**\" This isn't for me, it's for them... Please, we may not be brothers or sisters... I may not even be the same divine blood as you, but a deal is a deal... I hope to see you all soon. \"**\n\n*With that, the message was sent... The beacon acting as a call to the deities involved with divine weapon creation. A beckoning call to unite, and finally give this girl something she could truly hold on to... Without the fear of losing it forever.*\n\n```Divine Weapon Creation```"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "It was a call that Pyralith had been expecting, and yet when it came, she found herself almost in a daze.\n\nA solid grasp on time had always alluded her. Maybe it was her divine nature that made everything seem to shift and flow differently than it perhaps truly did, or maybe Pyralith hadn't ever fully learned the value of time. What it could mean, how much it could be wasted- how *Important* It was. An hour to her was not the same hour to another, not in substance or feeling, not in any way that could have possible mattered. It felt like only a moment ago she had been contemplating finishing Thana off and putting the poor soul out of her misery, and now the very same Thana called her forth to make a weapon that could just as cruel as it could be kind. She could not imagine what a second inside that head could feel like. In a way, Pyralith did not *Want* To. Such a struggle belonged to another, and she did not envy it.\n\nShe was not a hero, and yet she felt a small stirring of something inside her as the golden glow of an almost heavenly light reached to the stars, briefly illuminating the tree with its light. Each star met it in response with a light of its onw, a twinkle. The red light of Pyralith's red dwarf star shined above, smaller than the rest but burning just as bright with a fury and a fire. \n\nIt was that star that Thana and Edon both had seen in the Forge God's true form, the third face upon the multi-faceted head of the towering titan she had briefly become. It represented Pyralith in her basest form; power. A power to fight, a power to create, and power to *Change.*\n\nShe walked, as she had into the Nachiavellian, and as she had into the Valley. To the tree, she walked, every step a foot or two closer to that what awaited her. Changed was a powerful concept on its own. In its many infinities, it encompassed evil within it, no less than any good. Sometimes change presented as the trickster making a game of order, forming contradictions with every step and unravelling them with the next. Change was unpredictable, but it did not have to be. While chaos was change, so too was healing.\n\nIt was a thing Pyralith understood inherently by her nature, and yet struggled to test the shape of regardless. She knew what change was. She was capable of it. She had changed, as she had changed others- and yet the shape of the concept still defied her, as if its nature confused her. It made her feel mortal, peering into an paradoxical abyss and going mad with her inability to simply *Get it.* Change had set itself a fragmented thing within her mind. She did not change. She could not. Pyralith was the stone. Stagnant and immovable. But with heat applied, it too would flow and shift. Change under an insurmountable pressure. She changed because she had no other choice. \n\nHeavy steps signaled the one-armed god's approach. Her arm had been covered with wrappings- less of an effort to bandage the wound than to cover it from sight. Her arm could not be seen, but neither could where it had formerly connected to her. The wrappings had been blackened by the heat of her blood, like the edges of burning paper, edges of burnt cloth red and orange and glowing in their own form of change. They would not burn away, they were not allowed, so they were simply left to suffer the heat of her blood forevermore. \n\nQuiet came that familiar voice, calling out to Thana, glowing eyes observing her form neutrally.\n\n**\"Are you lost?\"**\n\nThe question presented itself, a callback to her first words to Thana on Lithos, yet so too was it a question requiring an answer. Was she as lost as she had been before? Where did Thana stand now? How did she feel? *Was she okay?* Worry meshed quietly a humor of good intent, a careful smile playing at Pyralith's lips, her hand resting on her belt in a casual manner as she slowly closed the distance- almost too calm for how their last encounter had ended."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The second to arrive was a deity that Edon would be very familiar with. The Famine Author had been one of the Devourer's most ardent enemies when he was alive, but it seemed that she could not sense his presence now as she made her way into the Hall of the Gods. She currently looked like she was in her early twenties, indicating a much more normal balance between her two aspects than at the ritual to forge Nach's wings. Her signature golden braids tumbled down her shoulders. It had been a while since she had last set foot in the Hall of the Gods. She hadn't been here since... Was it the magic ritual, or that talk with the Keeper of the Peaks and a sister who was no longer among them? \n\nWait, no, she had briefly been here when Rav'nixander quibbled over what to do while refusing to take action right before that immortality stripping ritual. \n\nRegardless of when she'd last been here, it remained true that it had been quite some time since she'd last set foot in the Hall of the Gods. The Abundances, newly reforged into a much mightier form, thrummed in her chest as she took in how it had changed since her last visit. She wiped some dirt off of her chubby cheeks. A product of her actually doing her job, she mentally remarked with a sarcastic tone. Being here might once have been a pleasant moment of relaxation, but now she could only be reminded of the machinations of her siblings that constantly forced her to be drawn away from her work to settle their disputes or prevent them from destroying the world.\n\n\"Sisters.\" She greeted with a polite nod. She had no quarrels with the World Smith, and while Thana was a tad strange, Triticea would happy handle an unstable brat over the deity that she had replaced. The Wheatmother frowned. There was an odd sensation that invoked a sense of uneasy familiarity within her, but she could not place it. Still, it was nothing to kick up a fuss about, so she decided to track down the source of that later. She had things to do right now."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*Change... What was it? What did it mean, really? Was it the twisting and turning trajectory of someone, somewhere, somehow? Was it a series of sealed fates forking in every direction at once? Was it a ghoulish little girl making a mockery of the world amidst ceaseless chaos? Was it chaos? Was it madness? Was it material? Was it immaterial? Was it fate? Was it free? Was it choice? Was it not? Was it... Anything and everything, all of the time? Does it matter? Change is many things, but none of them matter much in the face of it all.* \n\n*Change comes for us all, a field however full will fall at the weight of the elements, a stone however stubborn will shift with enough pressure, a fate forever sealed will be rewritten with another stroke.* \n\n*Change came for us all, and alas... So too did our Nach.* \n\n\"Aahhh~!\" *Our Nach fell out of the sky, landing in between everyone with a terrible thud battering against the floor. Her newly forged wings were fidgeting, wriggling and writhing as she often shook and shivered.* \"Hello... Hello! It is us... We... NACH! Come to celebrate another most marvelous of meetings with our best of buddies, we have! Mmm... We had the most marvelous dream while we were out! You were there, and so were you, and you, and... Actually only you three were there we think! Oh but it was delightful, we gallivanted around with our sisters and we showed them what marvelous things we were up to and... Ooh!\" \n\n*She leapt onto her feet, staggering backwards and very nearly bumping straight into Pyralith before throwing herself forward and toward where Thana was. Swiftly scurrying to their side, with a flutter of her wings.* \n\n\"Even Charles was there! HAH! We haven't seen that sneaky scallywag in ages, he's such a mooing miscreant he is! Oh you would've adored Charles, sweet little itty bitty Sweetie... He had quite the humor about him!\""
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "As Thana's light spread into the stars the Cardinal Esurience, Savarii's ever hungry star, would swell and shudder as the dark glow within ravenously subsumed the light. The star twitched and became more violently unstable as pieces of it exploded out in bursts of unstable, divine energy. The star was one that cast a powerful shadow, an eater of light made to counteract that blasphemous star ritual that cast so much light on all the mortal realms. Thana's light, almost antithesis to Urr Savash's very nature, caused it to grow volatile, bursts of the star's shadows to rupture all across the orb, not dissimilar to the flames reaching out from contours of suns. The goddess of misfits had contemplated this moment much, debating her best course of action now that the risk of Edon's resurgence had presented itself during the last gathering of the deities of the weapon pact. The weird behaviour, Savarii did not mind. In fact, she would appreciate and even encourage Thana to feed into her odd and unique behaviour. A goddess of outcasts always appreciated the bizarre and interesting, yet this was... *Wrong wrongness*.\n\nThana's behaviour in the Valley had made it clear that there was a *Very real* Possibility that some memory or shadow of Edon was still... *Alive?* That snake couldn't stay dead and make everything more convenient couldn't he? *Savarii always had to be at work, to plan, to think and plot...* Now that she was mortal, she always had to be a step ahead of what was happening, she had less room for error, less security, and to top it all off, everything she had built for herself, every advantage she had earned from her participation in Edon's ritual could be at risk if the snake's memories of her betrayal had somehow been preserved. Yet, she knew that now more than ever, disappearing and refusing to show up was not an option. She did not know what Thana... Or *Edon* May try to reveal to the other gods, it was always better to be in the know... To be prepared.\n\nThe mortal goddess knew that she was under significant threat so long as she ignored the issue. Should Thana still have any memories concerning the truth of Savarii's involvement and make an attempt to reveal her betrayal, she would have to act quickly, with as much cunning as possible. \n\nYet beyond that, the repercussions of not showing up could be disastrous in more ways than one. To show up would be to paint herself as unreliable, it would show vulnerability and hesitance, it would show she had something to fear. Savarii did not delude herself. She knew that she was playing king's court, with courtiers, politicians and businessmen. Yet the stakes grew higher every day, more mortals reliant on her, her immortality taken away, the intricate webs of her plans slowly being spun... She could not jeopardize her standing and position within this deal, she had put too much effort here and sown too many seeds for her future plans, to let it slip through her clawed fingers without a fight. If Thana or any shadow of the snake tried to get in the way of that... She was not one to give up easily, even when caught unaware by this new potential threat.\n\nThe star above the Hall of the Gods grew more volatile and chaotic from the residue of the holy beam. From the star, where light had met dark, a sickly yellow, twitching, ethereal tumour would begin to grow. It twitched and pulsated violently. The phantasmal oedema kept growing and swelling until, with a flash of both darkness and light, it finally burst into a gasseous, sludgy comet that shot out from Urr Savash. The thick, divine fragment fell down to the realms below, followed by a thin trail of mist and glowing ash. It changed direction in sharp and unnatural ways before it fell directly towards Yggdrasil, to the Hall of Gods.\n\n*Drip... Splat... Drip... Squelch...*\n\nThe supernal substance would eventually splatter and drop on the very floor of the Hall, creating a black, divine puddle in front of all the assembled deities.\n\nIt almost looked like a window into another world, a world with glowing, green ashes for stars, a deep, powerful yet sickly yellow-green energy emenating from somewhere deep within the pool. It looked off, wretched, unsuitable for this plane of existence, ever so slightly *Wrong*... Just like everything that heralded Savarii's appearance or was progenerated by the Goddess of Outcasts. The divine pool would twitch and writhe, the magical glow from within growing in strength and voltaility before a long, slender leech poked out from within... Then another... And another... And then a few tails of leeches too. Soon, the mass of leeches followed by a chitinous crown and horns, all perfectly connected onto the helmet and face veil that Savarii had taken to wearing ever since her body was nearly torn apart by Edon. Her writhing hair had come, then her head, then the rest of the goddess would rise from the puddle, as if it had been several meters deep instead of a few millimeters. Her purple flesh was drenched in the sticky, black substance, a few pieces of shimmering, bare skin could be seen underneath the dripping ooze. Only a few traces of the Lord of the Flies could be picked out from the darkened silhouette: a few pieces of tattooed skin, the glow of fiery, insect eyes that penetrated even the sludge and a few arms and claws.\n\nWith a hiss, she extends her many arms outwards, stretching herself out and tilting her head back. The liquid darkness that clinged to her crown and chitin slid down over her face, allowing but the slightest contour of her features to poke through. Runes and sigils would seem to form out of nowhere onto the liquid that was rapidly slipping off of the goddess' skin. With a powerful glow they would *Burst* With green light, causing the tar to snap and writhe and reform.\n\nInsects crawled out from within Savarii's mouth and started to grab rapidly solidifying pieces of ichor and eat at Savarii's body, pulling everything perfectly into place to build a shell, wings, chitin and clothes onto her pale form. It was... *Incredibly* Extra, and could be considered sickening to behold. There were several audible fleshy tears and crunches as spiders, ants and bugs tore apart her bare shoulder before the sludge turned to chitin and slotted into her torn flesh, where insects would be waiting to pull it into place.\n\nOnce her elaborate method of clothing herself was completed, the goddess remains levitating above the ominous pool she had risen from. She tuts to herself before her feet *Twitch* And ***CRRRRCK!*** Bones splinter out from her heel, jutting out unnaturally before wrapping around her legs to create something akin to high heels. The goddess winces underneath her mask as she does so, stifling a squeak of pain, it seemed that she was still too damaged to pull off such stunts without consequences. Ever since she had suffered at Edon's hands, she had become much more *Aware* Of everything happening in her body... The millions of insects roaming her insides, the constant tearing apart and reforming of her body, the unnatural things her divine biology did... Despite it all, once her very bones emerge from her feet and wrap themselves to form a classy pair of jagged highheels, she finally steps onto the floor of the Hall of the Gods with a curteous bow. \n\n\"Thana...\" She says, her voice sweet and sugary, hiding any lack of enthusiasm she felt for being here and paranoia concerning the other goddess' behaviour. \"I'm excited to see what you have to make for your divine weapon~\" She says. The goddess then turns to Nach, Triticea and Pyralith.\n\n\"And greetings to you too. You're all looking *Wonderful*~\" She coos. \"Lovely to see you all. How are the crops Triticea?\" She asks her more up-tight sister with a playful tone before glancing to Nach \"Oh my dear Nach, those wings suit you so well. You just look like the most adorable harbinger of chaos~\"\n\nSavarii then turns to Pyralith, eyes narrowing as she notices the significant lack of an arm. She tilts her head, the glow of her eyes burning brighter from underneath her face veil. \"*Oh dear...*\" She hisses, approaching the goddess of dwarfs. \"Are you alright my dear?\" She tuts, her tone that of both overplayed concern yet also... *Interest. With a healthy helping of intrigue.* A long, tendril extended from underneath Savarii's veil, almost like a tongue that flicked back and forth as it sampled the air. \"Oh, *Stupid me*, of course you're not alright.\" Savarii adds rapidly, shaking her head and sighing as if she made a stupid and *All too common* Error, playing into her role as a god of outcasts by playing the part of the socially inept \"This looks *Awful*, what happened?\" She mutters, reaching for the goddess' arm but not touching, pulling back before she makes contact and looking at the injury with hesitation, unsure as to what she should do."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "The Hall of the Gods was a familiar place to Onesifi - almost sentimental, in fact. It was here that Onesifi first made their grand impact on the world, and met so many of the grand players here - including the one that invited them into the group of dissimilar deities united by nothing but a promise of mutual aid. They were here when Rav'Nixander called a meeting to discuss the growing threat of Edon - now deceased, thank Gaia and his own suicidality.\n\nIt was terrifying to remember how many of the divines they met here were dormant, idling. How many were outright gone.\n\nThe first thing Onesifi did after arriving to the hall, quickly and unceremoniously, wearing their usual bark-like gown, was instinctively look upon the hourglass that rested above them. Feel the trickle of the water as if it was blood streaming from a cut on their arm - an approach of oblivion, unabating, uncaring, unavoidable. Remember once more how limited their time truly was.\n\nThey were not wasting it, not by any means - they studied the world, gathered favours and searched for allies to drive their cause forward. But, with this reminder of their ultimate enemy plain in their sight, they could not help but feel it was still not enough.\n\nThey did not linger on it for too long, of course - there were still appearances to be kept and etiquette to be upheld, after all. In a second, they turned their gaze back to the group that they found themself in and inspected them, a smile concealing all and any thoughts that would go through their mind.\n\n_ _\nTriticea was unimpressed, Nach was incomprehensible and Savarii was sweet-talking - those three were acting exactly how Onesifi expected them to, and therefore did not deserve much more than a quick note in their mind. Thana, the one who would receive a gift today, however, appeared quite pensive - more so than usual, at least. It felt like whatever Thana had on her mind was begging to be let free - Onesifi just had to inquire. And they had quite a lot to inquire about.\n\nMuch more shocking was Pyralith's state. One of the arms of the dwarf goddess was burnt off completely - defying the all-powerful regenerative power of the divine, even. This was undoubtedly a battle scar - they doubted simple magma would hurt the embodiment of smithcraft, after all. And either the dwarf goddess was too prideful to let it heal (not an impossible prospect, yet still unlikely as far as Onesifi believed), or whatever she tangled with was truly terrible.\n\nThe mask was still on, however - they could not show any sign of weakness in the court of greatest power, after all. They curtsied just like they have a thousand times before, before addressing the gathering, \"Greetings once again, friends.\" There was little emotion out into the word - they did could not afford the luxury of considering any of those gathered here friends, after all.\n\n\"Most Esteemed Nach, your wings do suit you quite well, in that I am agreed with Lady Savarii. Speaking of, I would commend your sense of fashion as well, Lady of Swarms; your style is unique in a way that fits you perfectly. L- Triticea, I hope you are enjoying your gift at least as much as Her Erraticity.\" This rapid fire of compliments and small talk was delivered with twirling turns towards each person mentioned - a necessary procedure before they could cut into the matters that they truly desired to.\n\n_ _\nOne more twirl, and they were facing the one-armed smith. \"Lady Pyralith... I see that you had not found the rest that everyone else here managed. It is quite a pity, although I am quite certain you shall not have any trouble with today's creation - your skill is far too great to be held back by even the greatest injury.\"\n\nThey gave Pyralith a quick curious look - before appearing before the host of the event. \"Lady Thana, I must commend your choice of location for the creation of your weapon. Many a great changes to the world were performed here; this place is the symbol of Gaia's power - and our own.\"\n\nNow that the deity of ambition was in the center of attention, they took the opportunity to shift the conversation towards a more informative angle. \"But before we proceed with the creation, I find it necessary to ask two questions. First,\" They looked to Pyralith, \"I would much wish to know what exactly happened to rid a goddess of an arm. I am almost certain that it was a battle - after all, anything else would be but a tickle to beings such as us. But who was Lady Pyralith's foe - and why has she not yet regrown such a vital part of herself?\"\n\n_ _\nWith this question done, they focused on Thana once again. \"And my second, and, certainly, more important inquiry concerns you, Lady Thana. I shall be honest, I found your overall behaviour somewhat strange, to say the least. During the Nachiavellian ritual, when you were angered to the point of explosion, you did not seem like yourself - even if I do not know you well still, and knew you worse then. And at the empowerment of Triticea's sickles, you claimed to not remember asking for your weapon to be made after her. Whatever you said to Lady Savarii also seemed to make her far too uncomfortable for a harmless phrase from someone who could not know her so well simply on account of your age.\"\n\nOnesifi's tone shifted from sharp and inquisitive to reconciliatory, yet still firm, right after their suspicions were laid out. \"I would not accuse you of purposefully deceiving us, of course - I have seen far too many liars in my memories, and you do not seem like one at first glance. Yet, something is clearly ailing you. I do not believe it is fair to proceed with our meeting until we can know what it is; after all, this is our first chance to expunge this problem - and I believe we would all rather deal with it earlier rather than later, would we not?\"\n\nThe arrow was set loose. It was time to see if Thana would bleed with veracity or falsehood."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Shame... A voracious beast that would never let its barbed fangs retract from the open scars of guilt.*\n\n*The angelic figure can't face the truth of the moment, refusing to turn towards Pyralith at the sound of heavy, tired steps. The girl's focus remains purely on the distance and the divine scrawling etched across the many walls. An excuse to not face her guilt head on... Or, to hide something? Dwelling beneath the blessed exterior, an old fire burns hotter than the expulsions of any forge. A hammer of hatred strikes the beating anvil of a heart, promising to atone for past mistakes by any means necessary. No matter what it may cost her. Driven by malicious compliance that could rest at nothing until all was blessed or stopped breathing forever.*\n\n*The girl's posture falters as the steps grow closer, shuddering in a state of nervousness and a wracking pain. Thana looked relatively healthy on the outside, nothing more than a twisted lie, of course. She was still in agony from the fight, every wound on her body threatening to reopen and gush a tide of red with any strenuous tasks... A pity she would forge a divine weapon so soon. Unceremoniously, she can only muster a sly glance in Pyralith's direction, tilting her head round and revealing the first sign something may have been off about this situation. Those eyes still burned crimson in hunger. She does not maintain the gaze for long before turning back to the murals on the wall. Crossing her arms to show a level-head in the situation.*\n\n`\" Lost? I'm right where I want to be. Surrounded by friends. \"` *Spoken blunt and almost condescending, her voice drones with wretched hicks and pauses between words, clearing the bile in her throat. Settling the racing mind that begged to launch an attack right here and now to finish the goddess before more arrived. An intruding thought quickly put to rest by more arriving. Triticea. Blood and crops had a strenuous and unethical friendship in reality, as did the two embodying goddesses. Triticea acted neutral in the situation, clearly still trying to put a finger on Thanas' intentions.*\n\n*Still keeping to herself in this group, Thana remains indifferent to the comment about sisterhood, even though something about the word made her blood boil. She wasn't their sister. Gaia hadn't given them that opportunity and instead opted for punishment. She had slowly figured out the logistics of playing god over the years of practising and manipulating her own energy, performing absurd stunts and creating a realm of violence. They only nod in response to the goddess, keeping mostly silent and still to themselves. It does become increasingly difficult to keep herself obscured when Nach arrives. Their erratic and jumpy nature is expected. As Nach launches towards Thana, a hand reaches out and grabs her.*\n\n*The grip is dead, cold and uncomfortably tight... As if going to strangle the little god. Her fingers tense before quickly releasing and letting them fall to the floor, her hands tremble in fear of her actions. She didn't do that... It's happening again... She couldn't tell the group. Pyralith knew the secret anyhow. Keeping it restrained would only cause more pressure. It didn't take long for the rest of the group to arrive. Savarii still showed hesitation, even if she hid it well. The lack of words was enough to dictate that truth. Onesifi would be the last piece in the puzzle, and it did not take long for the interrogations to begin. Thana stays resolute and unmoving, paying no heed. Refusing to look any of them in the eyes, the mentions of Pyralith's injury cause her arm to twitch in recognition. A reminder that it was through her own blood that such a wound was inflicted.*\n\n*A long pause... Silence, the only noise is a ticking of the divine hourglass that inhabits the hall. Every falling grain, another moment gone, another mortal life expired and a new one beginning. The cycle of eternity was a brutal one that may never rest. Unless, of course, a certain serpent was still around to make it so. Thana takes a deep breath in, physically quaking in abject terror. Mortified of the confession she was about to make and the potential consequences of it all.*\n\n`\" I... I have not been straight with everyone. My outbursts are not of my volition, I think... I think Edons's blood still runs in me. I have urges against people I shouldn't know... I've suffered betrayal at the hands of people that have never laid a finger on me. It all feels so real that I don't know if I'm me or I'm him. \"`\n\n*Thana remains expressionless and unphased, she can't face them now. Besides, it makes it easier for them to stab her through the heart if they condemn her to death. She was mortal, just like Savarii. One death would be all it takes for her light to be extinguished forever.*\n\n`\" Right now, I am me. I'm hoping this divine weapon can help keep it that way. \"`"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "Pyralith hated the way Thana couldn't look at her.\n\nAfter *Everything.* It showed in the way the forge goddess curled her lip for the briefest of moments, single handed that remained squeezing into a fist before she let the muscles relax. The answer that came suggested that same, familiar trouble, but it was an effort, and that was all Pyralith could ask for. In ways similar and ways not, the two mirrored each other. Small, small, miniscule ways- some of that even Pyralith did not wish to gaze upon, but still they persisted. The god's molten eyes stayed affixed to Thana's own, only letting off a small nod and a word towards the struggling response. \n\n**\"Good.\"**\n\nIt was reassurance. As much as one could get from such a distant and harsh Goddess. Even now, there was some small level of hostility from Pyralith to Thana, but it carried a strange tone to it. As a parent might towards their misbehaving child, a mix of disappointment and expectations, backed by good intent but tempered by harsh realities. Thana was dangerous, and carried with her was a serpentine parasite. Pyralith could never fully trust Thana, but she didn't *Need* To. It was not her job to lift the girl from her grave. The other knew the path forward and she was already taking steps to make it right, and that would do just fine. She did not need Pyralith. If she did, then she would never recover, and she would be doomed to a permanent end sooner than she could unravel under the weight of her own destiny. *That* Much Pyralith could do for her, if that path was ever taken, for she tolerated no laze-abouts nor quitters.\n\nThe Forge Goddess turned her attention towards Onesifi, focusing on them with a narrowed gaze. Her answer came quickly, and with some level of harshness behind it, though such a thing was typical of the hotheaded young deity. \n\n**\"Rest? I do not** ***Rest.*** **Every inhale is a mortal invasion on my realm, and every exhale a god.\"** A wide sweep of her eyes scanned the room, then. Nach's visage was met with an angered glower. Savarii too was met with no respect, pointed glares for every invasion wrought on Lithos, for every bead of blood drawn from a dwarf. For a moment, her eyes flick past Thana. **\"My wound is a sign of my mercy, for every God I have defeated and not struck down. Watch how** ***Little*** **It hinders me.\"**\n\nThere came that bitterness, a wave of aggression aimed at *Onesifi* For their concern. Of course it was. After all, pointing out an injury to such a prideful God might as well have been calling her abilities into question- though the other God had very pointedly made sure not to do that. Another case of Pyralith's burning ego rearing its flaming head, nipping at another in a fight wholly imagined. It *Had* To be known by the stout God that she'd won, and that her injury could never cause her issue. It was the only way she could allow another to see her in such a state.\n\nOnly once that had been cleared did Pyralith allow herself to fully straighten up, doing her best to put aside her aggression, molten eyes gazing to Nach across the room in quiet contemplation. Something that needed to be said, in another time and place. However, that gaze became one of slight shock as Thana began to speak, Pyralith's head snapping to the woman with attention. This wasn't news to Pyralith, not by judging her expression, but yet she seemed surprised it was being said regardless. It was almost impressive how astonishingly quickly the dwarf could cross the room and put her body next to Thana's own, her one good hand resting on her hammer in a defensive posture.\n\nShe was protecting Thana. \n_ _\n\nFrom the side of her face, she offered a mean stare to the troubled god, though in that molten stone and lava that composed her eyes there was a hint of protective compassion. Begrudgingly Pyralith had taken a stand and a side in this, and every stare was a plea not to make her regret it. Her fingers curled about her handle of her hammer as she spoke.\n\n**\"Edon holds Thana like a shield before himself. He believes we can not hurt him without hurting her. To kill Thana is to bring him back in full, to keep her alive as she has been is to let her slip away into his control.\"** Pyralith said, words heavy and sharp and quick, hoping to fill the air before one of the other gods could lunge. She was confident in her abilities, but she was among this chaotic crew that had composed such incredibly dangerous weapons. Beyond her own ego she knew she could not stand to Nach nor Triticea if they were to move against Thana. Where either stood on such a matter was unknown to the Forge God, though she had a sneaking suspicion Nach wasn't going to start hacking and slashing in a fit of rage.\n\n**\"We are presented a unique opportunity here to secure Thana's independence and make sure the mess you old gods left behind gets cleaned up before it comes to my doorstep** ***Again.\"***\n\nThe stout woman straightened, lifting her chin and looking down her nose at her siblings as she tended to do, as if she stood above them all, even as she stood shorter than almost all of them. Challenging any one of them to oppose her decision, as if she could stop them. It almost looked as if she believed she could, even. Hell- of course Pyralith thought she could. She was the stupidest craftsman that'd ever graced this wider world with her presence. This time, however, she *Truly* Seemed to care about the outcome of another, as if she could see beyond herself. Maybe it was because the consequences had landed on her realm, or because it gave her something to grandstand about. Whatever Pyralith's reasons were, she had made her call, and she waited for the others to agree."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Just once, Triticea's mind drily supplied, she'd like a meeting with her siblings that didn't end up creating some new drama. Unfortunately, this was not like Onesifi's quibbling. This was not drama that could be ignored. She did not hide how her eyes closed and she let out a long, tired sigh as new unwelcome revelations spilled forth from Thana's mouth. Just once, couldn't she have a simple gathering with her siblings? She'd almost had it back in her Valley before Thana's odd outburst, and now this new information made her doubt that this would be the pleasant meeting that the Famine Author had been expecting.\n\nTriticea was not pleased, of course. She had hoped that the Devourer would be long gone at this point, his evil and his fate at the hands of his once-siblings nothing more than a warning to those that might hope to follow in his path. If she had heard this information from someone else, she doubted that she would have let anything stop her from cutting Thana down, here and now. Even now the other gods would be able to sense the newly upgraded Abundances thrumming within her wrists, reacting to their mistress' mounting frustration.\n\nBut... It would be remiss of her not to acknowledge the significance of who the news was coming from. It meant far more than even Thana might know that the confession had come from her mouth, without any pressure to reveal it. It meant that Thana's mind was her own, for Edon would never have been so foolish to reveal his presence. He had posed himself as a conquerer, a liberator, but Triticea had always seen him for what he really was. In the end, he was a coward. \n\nShe was silent for a long moment as Thana made her explanations, then as Pyralith stepped in to defend her from the gathering... Or perhaps, her. Nach had never been too opposed to Edon, after all.\n\n*\"I suppose it was too much,\"* She finally said after they were done speaking, *\"To hope the wretch would finally do something right and kill himself properly.\" *\n\nHer tone had been calm, but anyone that knew her well would be able to detect the note of anger that belied her words. She looked to Thana, her black eyes drilling into the youngest sister here. It had taken a moment of deliberation, but she had finally decided on her plan of action here.\n\n\"Sister.\" She addressed Thana. \"You have not yet done anything that the Devourer wills you to, and you have revealed this truth to us of your own will.\" Her eyes narrowed. \"Know that is the only reason I will stay my hand for now. This gives me hope that you may cast off the coward god's yoke and see him cast into oblivion for good.\"\n\n\"But be warned.\" Her tone wasn't loud, or even all that frigid. It was calm, authoritative, and carried with it an absolute confidence. \"If I see you walking down his path, I will not hesitate to cut you down. If it is as Pyralith says and he rises from your body, all the better. I was never satisfied with how his deaths always seemed to be by his own... Hand... Rather than mine.\" \n\nWith her piece said, she retreated back to give the others the stage. Her message had been made. Thana would be given this second chance, but if she showed any sign of relapsing into Edon, Triticea would not hesitate to execute her, as well as any serpentine deities that rose from his body."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Gaahhh!\" *Our Nach spins through the air and sputters, as she's suddenly seized by a still clearly... Troubled Thana. She is seized in a stiff and strangely stern grip, one better suited for strangulation than welcoming a wide-eyed friend such as our Nach. Though the Tiny Terror is none too perturbed, she instead looks toward Thana in intrigue and alarm. There's a spark of familiarity in those eyes, as though she sees someone else in lieu of her... It is an eerie, although expectant look.* \"Mmgglhhah...?\"\n\n*Fortunately, the ghoulish girl's almost... Alarming attention... Waned once Thana released them from their grasp. Prompting our Nach to swiftly scurry around her friend's feet, just as eager and as excited as before. Unfortunately, our Nach's presence would mean that there'd be no hiding from the Others. Especially not our Nach, for she bears many eyes... They're watching her, they're watching.* \n\n\"Aahhh... Aaahhhh~! Thankie, thankie! We thank thee kindly, ever so kindly... Oh you cannot begin to imagine what wonders we've woven with wings that flutter and fly! Fascination! Yes... Yessss~!\" *Our Nach peeks her head out from behind Thana's legs to welcome Savarii and Onesifi alike, peering past them both to subtly start changing the hall's ceiling into chocolate. In hopes that with time, it'll start to melt, and drip upon any unexpecting gods.* \"Heeheeheheheheeee... So, so many things~! So many things, indeed!\" \n\n*Though once the gods had gathered in full, and talks of yet another divine weapon could begin... Something most... Memorable, was brought to our Nach's attention. After all, who could forget a performance as peculiar and persistent as the Traitor God? Or as our Nach liked to call him...*\n\n\"That silly little slithery Ssssnake!?\"\n\n*Yes. That.*\n_ _\n\n\"Mm, I wonder if it knows we ransacked that hobble of a home of theirs? Ah, it looks so much very more majestic in our cupboard, than it ever did with a slithery Ssssnake inside~!\" *Our Nach swiftly scurries around Thana, lightly poking and prodding at her, and occasionally hiding a flower wherever she wouldn't notice.* \"Mmm... Sweet surprisingly tall Sweetie should look so much prettier without a slithery Ssssnake inside...\"\n\n*Finally, our Nach stopped and stood before Thana, clear in view. She was eerily still in spite of their fidgety nature, though she looked up toward Thana with a smile. Our Nach tapped the tips of her heels, leaning in with a clasp of her hands and a flutter of her wings. She seemed intrigued with Thana, more so than usual, what was especially peculiar was how the girl smooshed her face against Thana's waist.*\n\n\"So say no more! Nope! No more! We'll expunge this... Thiiing, together! We'll even shove it inside our head, we're sure quite it'd be absolutely miserable inside this Nach's skull...\" *She leaned her head off of Thana to excitedly bounce up and down, clapping her hands before taking Thana's and holding them, gently.* \"Oh it'll be a riot, we're sure! Anything for our sweet Sweetie, we'll even eat the most charming of cocoas together! Oooo... And then... Then we'll cozy in our bankies! Ooh! Ooh! We'll eat the most charming of cocoas together, while cozied in our bankies, and watching the theatre from our hideaway! What fun, what fun!\" \n\n*Our Nach continued to bounce, her hair flying everywhere.*"
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "Onesifi was getting tired of having to deal with difficult deities. They explicitly denied any offence intended towards Pyralith's skills, yet she still chose to be offended - or o was their first, irrational thought. Slightly more pondering had them conclude that she had probably interpreted their show of it as a mocking of her weakness, from what they could understand. That was something they had to consider in the future, they guessed; after all, there were still at least two weapons to be created, and Pyralith could still be a useful ally.\n\nThese ponderings were, however, cut quite quickly, for the answers to Onesifi's question came soon - and much more terrible than Onesifi had expected. \n\nIn retrospect, everything lined up perfectly. The way her voice cracked at the Nachiavellian ritual; the many reactions of Savarii to their interactions; the way that Thana refused to meet Pyralith's gaze - and the scale of the wounds the latter sustained. Onesifi should have been able to figure this out on their own.\n\nThe Godeater was not dead - and was still a threat. It was a cold, harsh truth - one that defied all logic, all that Onesifi knew of this world. Once a deity was fully destroyed, they never came back - by Gaia, Edon had even left a corpse. Why would it be him, of all possible gods, that stayed alive despite all? What was his secret?\n\nOnesifi's brain, in search of some way to rationalise the truth before them, only came up with one thought. Perhaps, it was his transgression that granted him this rebirth?\n\nOf course, even the mere thought was absurd and revolting. Edon wanted to destroy, annihilate for no purpose but oblivion itself - even if such acts were condoned by the universe enough to grant him this privilege. Such wanton actions were not their path - and they would never be.\n\n_ _\nAnd besides, any musings about immortality now were counterproductive. There was still the matter of others' reactions to Thana's confessions. Everyone knew how much Triticea hated those who had betrayed Gaia, Pyralith may have just needed everyone's assistance in disposing of her attacker once and for all, and Edon was the entire reason for Savarii's situation - half of this meeting had motive to strike Thana down. The deity of ambition manifested a dagger in their sleeve - just as much for Thana's protection as their own.\n\nThankfully, for now Triticea was unaggressive, and Pyralith even stepped in to defend the unfortunate goddess. It was unlikely for Savarii to attempt this murder on her own. Thana was safe - as much as she could be, considering her circumstances.\n\nRegardless, this new information was to be acted upon. Onesifi took a step forward as soon as they finished assessing the situation, their hands behind their back and their eyes looking directly at Thana.\n\n\"You have my condolences, Lady Thana. It must not be easy to bear the feeling that you might lose control at any moment - and that that loss might have catastrophic consequences. And it is truly a testament to your willpower that this weight has not yet crushed you,\" They began carefully, \"Just like Most Esteemed Nach, I am willing to do as much as is with it my power to help you overcome this blight. The only question is how exactly we should attempt to do it.\"\n\n_ _\nOnesifi raised their arms to their sides, their hands facing upwards. \"As far as I understand, we have two options.\" Over the left hand, a transparent dagger appeared, dripping with blood. \"Either we attempt to remove the snake completely and attempt to kill him - yet that might result in the host herself dying, which, I believe, is not something any of us particularly desire.\" Over the right, a lock, with what seemed like a snake eye inside the keyhole. \"Or we keep Edon alive inside her, kept away from controlling Lady Thana either by a ritual or a divine weapon - yet who knows how long this lock can last, nor how strenuous it will be upon her essence.\"\n\nThe deity's hands swung as if they were scales that could not find their balance. \"Both choices are fraught with risk, and the danger either brings upon failure is immense. I believe, therefore, that there is only one person who should have a say in this decision.\"\n\nThe two illusions drifted towards the goddess of memories, stopping right before her, asif asking her to choose. \"Lady Thana, I am willing to lend my aid towards whatever you wish to do.\"\n\nOnesifi took a step back, preparing themself for whatever was to come."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "*Ooooohh no...*\n\n*Oooooooh, no no no no no no no no-*\n\n*Oh my sweet darling, you did not just say that~*\n\n***FWOOOSH***\n\nSavarii's many wings loudly extend all the way out, nearly filling her portion of the hall of the gods and sending a powerful gust forward. Her humanoid legs folded around herself unnaturally, arching and dangling forwards almost like the mandibles on the face of a spider with her waist being its head. She stood back on many insectoid legs that jutted from her lower body, adding at least a foot or two to her height as she propped herself on spindly, spidery limbs and black, oozing tentacles—slithering back and hunching forward with a sinister gleam in her three remaining eyes. The pattern on her flashed open wings made it look as if several pairs of large, more ominous eyes and monstrous mouths were glaring down at the hall below, it was almost like the self-defence mechanism of other moths and butterflies which used startling patterns to defend themselves when threatened, and to say that Savarii felt *Threatened* Would be a bit of an understatement.\n\nThis was different from how things were supposed to be going. Savarii had prepared for this eventuality, *, of course, she did*. The web of eventualities and potential plots spanned too far to ignore any risk and threat. There had been hints, outbursts, oddities and merely the means of Thana's creation that had caused the Goddess of Gluttony to be wary and watchful of the Bloodlust Deity's manoeuvrings. However, preparing for something and accepting the possibility did not make the news any more enjoyable to receive, nor did it make the feeling of shock any easier to manage. Savarii's posture delivered that message clear enough. She stayed there in full silence, her emotion near impossible to read yet her body language on edge and ominous, as if preparing to strike right then and there. A low, rumbling hiss was the only sound the deity made as everybody else responded to the reveal.\n\nThe veil on top of her chitinous mask and the shadows clinging to her frontal portion obscured much of her face. Only the dull gleam of her insectoid eyes could be made out through the blackness, totally affixed on Thana. Savarii seemed ready to pounce... Or defend herself from an attack. She watched Thana's every move and clung to every word that escaped her lips in total silence, she studied the movements of the others... Waiting to see their reactions. Would they attack? Would they follow along? Would they ask questions? Would they try to reach out to Edon? She hoped nobody would be *Too* Curious, for both her good and theirs. To Savarii's disappointment, only Triticea seemed to consider outright killing Thana... *It would be the simplest solution, although she'd hate for Pyralith's warning of Edon's subsequent rise to come true.* Killing off another god, especially one who seemed so... *Eagerly amicable* Also wasn't quite ideal, especially with a deal still hanging in the balance.\n\n*Urgh... Ironic...* The god kept trying to die and they kept failing, it was almost funny if it didn't cause so many headaches. If only he were pragmatic about his suicidal goals. Savarii didn't trust the snake not to once again try to cause more problems for her on the way out this time, she had learned from his previous outburst. Finally, the dulcet, sticky tones of the goddess' voice break her silence.\n\n\"*Elaborate...*\" She coos. Despite her tone taking on that usual, playful and nonchalant languour of hers, there was a venomous and sinister undertone to it. Her words sounded almost like an order to Thana. *How much of the snake survives? Does he communicate? Does he possess her? Does she merely share some behaviours and quirks?*\n\n\"It truly sounds... *Dreadful* To have to deal with that snake. It was insufferable having to share a space with him, I couldn't imagine having to share a mind...\" She adds near the end, her voice showing but the *Slightest* Twinge of hesitation as she mentions her shared past with Edon. There was, of course, a risk of Edon's memories on the matter resurfacing, assuming that *Was* Indeed how this bond worked... So Savarii gave Thana no real time to dwell on the matter. \"But... For *All* Of our benefit...\" Savarii starts dryly, lifting a clawed hand to her mouth before snapping it to the side, displaying the sharp, knife-like structures on each finger. \"I'd like to know what you *Mean* By having Edon's blood, I take it's not a literal matter of merely having some of his sanguine residue from when you burst from his slithering carcass.\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*A bone chilling sigh rings from the girl's hollow expression, an icy mist lingering in the air before dissipating in small wisps. Thana was by all accountable means, dead... She was a puppet after-all. The chatter of her friends intermingled with their insults towards Edon in a cacophony of blurred memories. She strained to pull apart the strands of thought and reason, even as Nach poked and prodded. Thana still drifted apart from this conversation, despite calling the deities here to begin with. Edon interfered endlessly in many tasks to ensure she could never truly grasp her own concepts. This weapon aimed to change that. As Pyralith stands defensively before the girl, the only urge is to scream run...*\n\n*Stay in your lane girl.*\n\n*The words echo over and over in her mind, an instruction to stand resilient as a bulwark against the tide of what fate had in store for the half angel.*\n\n`\" Thank you all for your concerns and support. I promise every one of you, I will not let his blood see the light of day. \"` *Hope, or foreshadowing? The devourer had wanted to eclipse all life. A loose statement wrapped in an empty package. Wiggling her fingers, the girl's hands tense and untense in some form of stress. Would they even remember the day Edon became the all eclipsing serpent fate had foretold in the prophecies? It was clear from the start, his very body representation of the sun blotted by darkness. Did they want to remember? Belief only strengthened the monster. This very conversation was a deeper awakening of the serpent. His hold in the shadows was tighter. The sharp Prang of wrongness slowly exuded from Thana like a foul miasma. The curse of his crimes reflected upon her the eerie wrongness. It was a clear sign that even the processing of his name was enough power to continue that accursed manifestation.*\n\n*Silence protrudes the hall at Nach's words... The idea of comfort in a situation so desolate was reassuring. It was innocent. They always say innocence never gets you far, but this scenario called for the opposite. Nach had her flaws and moments, as did all gods, but Thana saw through those and could only mirror the emotions they both sought.*\n\n*A friend.*\n\n`\" That sounds wonderful Nach, keep my drink warm for me. Will you dear? \"` *She forces the words through false admiration. Keep it warm? Why... Where was she going? Would she come back? All in good time... The answers were sealed, as was fate.*\n\n*Reaching towards the feathered wings on her own back, she plucks one of the illustrious glowing plumes and places it in the centre of the group along with the tooth of Edon. Sigils dance across her forearms, displaying a multitude of straight and parallel lines coming together to form myriads of indecipherable shapes. A rejection of the serpent's slithering instinct and his curved manipulation. She needed to be blunt. They all did. The ritual site had been purified and readied for the advancements, though she still had to remedy some confusion. Savariis shocked reaction only aroused suspicion.*\n\n`\"I am sorry Savarii. I fear I am a planned reincarnation of the devourer saved before history could repeat itself. Your reaction tells me you knew him well. \"` *She bows her head in understanding, an apology on behalf of his actions but a sly jab she may have pieced together the betrayal by herself. An angelic glance is shot over to the swarm, heavenly iris's pierce the soul and look right through the squirming chitinous mess. Seeing fear and frustration below the surface. Her fear only empowered an inevitable return. She needed to quell it.*\n\n*By any means neccessary.*\n\n`\" I suggest you and I have a chat after this ritual is done. I'd like to remedy your nerves in private. \"` *No flitting smile comes to pass this time. She was deadly serious about sorting the issues and his urges to grab her by the throat and squeeze until a pop sounded could be nullified in the warmth of good company. They needed to act fast and forge the weapon.*"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "One by one, and yet all at once, the Gods and Goddesses present made clear their own feelings on the matter. It was a host of negativity, but with each one that did not attack, Pyralith's own building tension was tempered, reduced- set to just a simmer. There was a right way to handle this situation, and she was glad to see that they all seemed to be on a similar page for what the *Wrong* Way to handle it was. That was a step in the right direction. Her feet shifted awkwardly, her molten eyes flicking between them as she waited for this council of dullards to decide their choices quicker. \n\nFirst, she turned her attention towards Triticea. She noticed the way a sigh spilled from the mouth of her sister, the barest flickers of irritation in her face. That, Pyralith could understand. She did not know who among them had known Edon, and who had fought him, but she could only imagine that hearing of his return was a migraine on a good day. Yet, whatever *They* Felt, it paled in comparison to her own feelings when their mess was deposited at her door. Every single one of them was culpable for that, and every single one of them would pay in their own way, eventually. Yet, even in her perfectly rational and deserved anger at the bunch before her, Pyralith could not stifle the small snort that came at Triticea's opening comment.\n\nThe support levied towards their struggling sibling was.. *Comforting* In a way to Pyralith's own senses. To hear the Goddess of Hunger's rationale for why she did not attack immediately took a weight off of Pyralith's chest. In a way, Triticea was the biggest threat to Thana at the moment. Pyralith could not beat her, not even with every advantage on her side. The weapon this very same group had come together to upgrade was simply *Too* Powerful, too strong for anyone to turn their nose up at, even the Forge God and her infinite ego. To hear that she wouldn't have to face off against it was a relief, considering she doubted Nach would be similarly inclined to attack at random.\n\n*Random.*\n\nAs if any of this was random. Indeed, it seemed meticulously designed, which why exactly why they needed their combined power to put an end to what had slipped under their noses for so long. This was merely the dying whimper of an old god making himself known, ready to be crushed by this group's collective boot. It was hardly Edon that they faced, even, merely the stench he left behind that lingered in the air, waiting to be fanned away. Triticea's warning did not elicit a negative response from Pyralith. It was perfectly reasonable, really. It was what even Pyralith operated on. She had stuck her neck out for Thana, and if she regretted it for even a moment, the girl would die. She had *No* Obligation to save her.\n\nSometimes she wondered why she even bothered, and yet she carried on anyhow. To save Thana would be to make an ally that owed Pyralith her *Life.* The thought sat wrong in the Goddesses' stomach, but she brushed it off, eyes narrowing as her attention shifted to Nach. Some part of her had found it amusing that Thana had briefly grabbed the little terror by the neck, but even that amusement was soured by the likely unwilling compulsion that had initiated it. Plus, even in her darkest desires, she found she lacked in a great want to see the chaotic gremlin of a girl dead. Nach was simply too.. Useful. Yes. Too useful.\n\nMost of the words that the Giggling Goddess uttered went through one ear and out the other. Pyralith struggled to make since of the jabbering chaos that was her rambling nonsense, but her attention returned at the mention of all that Nach had taken from Edon. The way she treated Thana was sweet, and Nach's approached caused Pyralith to shift aside some, so that she was no longer standing guard before the young Goddess she had formerly moved to protect. Nach, for once, was.. Sweet.\n\nIt could almost make her smile. Almost.\n_ _\n\nFinally came Onesifi, who gave more than simple reactions. Someone with something to *Say*, really. Pyralith seemed to let out a huff of air through her nose in agreement, letting a nod show itself as she finally seemed to settle herself fully, hammer shifting in her clammy palm. It was nice to see someone consider their options instead of react in meager shock and violent platitudes. As Onesifi finished speaking, Pyralith filled the air in their stead.\n\n**\"I suspect Edon to be an illness of the mind. Though he can manifest physically, he has tied himself to Thana, one way or another..\"** Her first sentence came paired with a gesture towards what was left of her left arm. Edon had done that, of course. **\"He's weak. I was able to defeat him, and though I could beat him on his best day, I am certain, I can not neglect Thana's own efforts in the fight.\"**\n\nThere came a pause, as Pyralith looked between them, though her focus stayed mostly on a single sibling; Onesifi, a response to their words. \n\n**\"Thana resisted. It is why she is here today and it is why I did not strike her down after defeating her.\"** Pyralith continued. **\"We can have both of your solutions. I believe if we help uplift Thana and give her the support she needs to battle Edon on her own, within herself,** ***She*** **Can defeat him for good.\"**\n\nThe goddess let out a final nod as she finished speaking. This psychic echo of a dead God lingered within what could only be called his daughter. It would be she that defeated him, and no one else, or else he would return again and again and again. Something within her chest ached at the thought, but she had little time to contemplate the emotion before her orange eyes snapped onto the shifting of Savarii's wings. It was clear in the immediate moment that followed, that Pyralith interpereted such a move as a threatening one. Her fingers gripped her hammer tighter and once more she took on a combat ready pose, foot shifting back and a concentration taking on her face. \n\nIt only softened marginally at the question of elaboration. What would happen if Savarii was told the truth? That it was *So* Much worse than it could be? That Edon himself could touch soil once more, to wound another? Yet, it wasn't merely so grim. In Pyralith's mind, this was functionally a done deal. He had shown his hand far too early and now he was paying the ultimate price for it, his goals cut off before he could ever start to reach out to them. As pathetic a story as he was himself. \n\nAs Thana spoke in response, Pyralith only nodded along. \n\n**\"It is as she says. I have heard Edon. I have seen him.\"** A pause. **\"But he's far from a threat. The only danger he poses is to Thana. That is why we are here.\"**\n\nA thick fingered hand reached out, despositing some dwarven bronze between the Gods, near Thana's own contributions. Her hammer shifted in her grasp, readjusting to be held for smithing instead of combat, and her eyes flicked between the group.\n\n**\"We have this opportunity to put our collective power together to make our sister something that can embolden her to face Edon. That is her fight. Her fate is to destroy that remnant herself.** ***We*** **Are here to make a weapon. So let us make a weapon.\"** Judgement of her peers, as if she were not simply following Thana's direction to begin the smithing. That prideful little dwarf could probably argue and bicker and threaten others all day long, otherwise. As much as she loved forging, Pyralith already had begun to mourn the tension of the reveal. How often would she presented a situation where she was irrefutably in the right, and also the best person there? It was a power trip, and she was *Definitely* Being annoying about it. She *Got* To be annoying about it. This was their fault. She was just the one helping clean it up. For free, at that!\n\nThe youngest God of the bunch prepared herself to forge, eyes set warily on Savarii."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Wheatmother had known her eldest little sister for long enough to know when the Disorder was up to something. Her gaze flickered to the ceiling for a moment, but all she could really think of the newly transmuted roof was that one of her daughters would thoroughly enjoy the sight.\n\nShe did take issue with the actual suggestion said Disorder made, letting out a \"Tsk.\" At the proposal.\n\n\"Absolutely not. The Devourer does not deserve a place in existence, little sister, even in the depths of your twisted mind.\"\n\nShe spared the Ambition only a moment, making sure that they say her rolling her eyes at their continued insistence on using honorifics and titles for the others. There were more important things to comment on, so she left it at that.\n\nTheir proposals were more palatable than Nach's, at the very least. The Famine Author was not picky about how Edon was dealt with, so long as he could never interact with the reality he had sullied again.\n\nThen there was the Gluttony. The Hive Mother naturally took the news the hardest after how the Eventuality had wounded her, but understanding her fear did not stop Triticea from giving Savarii a look, warning her not to act rashly.\n\nThana gave condolences, and Pyralith offered information. That information, however, likely did not elicit the reaction the others were expecting. They likely thought she would react with grim determination, or her typical serious demeanour whenever the offenders against Gaia were brought up. Instead, she did something that none of them had ever really seen her do before.\n\nShe laughed. \n\nIt wasn't a quiet one, or a quick one either. She threw back her head and cackled, her mouth twisted upward in mirth. She laughed for a good few seconds, before finally she let out a sigh. Her smile hadn't faded, though, nor her amusement at what Pyralith had told them.\n\n\"Ha...\" She huffed. \"An illness, you say? I couldn't have thought of a more fitting fate for the Devourer.\" She shook her head.\n\nHer expression grew a tad more serious, though a smirk remained on her face. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned in towards Thana. \"Know this, sister. Edon is reputed as a tyrant, a rebel, a liberator even. But in the end, you must remember that he is a coward. He will not stand his ground, and he will always flee. Never once have his enemies taken his life, because time and time again he is more willing to end his own life than truly stand for the fate that he preached.\"\n\n\"Stand your ground, sister, and the resolve that he claims to hold will crumble. He is not a great warrior nor a mighty foe. He is a snake, in the end, and he will slither away at when you refuse to falter.\""
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Ohhh~? We wonder... Are you going anywhere, Sweetie? Any-where-er? Could it be... Aah~! Could it be an adventure!? Where warm lights were glowing, and there's no way of knowing where we're going?\" *She softly squeezes Thana's hand in hers, blithely bouncing with a subtle sway from side to side. Swiftly shifting her attention between Thana, Triticea, Pyralith, Onesifi, and Savarii with a bob of her head and a roll of our Nach's now many eyes.* \"We'll of course be warming your cocoa, of course! You aspiring adventurer, you! Oft were we told that the warming would make any disease that plagues thee, though... We aren't so sure the same is true of silly, slippery snakes... Bah! They'll be burned away anyhow!\" \n\n*Our Nach lets go of Thana's hand, for now, frantically shaking and stirring as she starts to circle around the Cursed Child. Though our Nach would scarcely suggest any means to remedy Thana's ailment, or otherwise combat the Tyrant's influence... She'd supplement these thoughts by keeping a careful eye on anyone, and anything, at this gathering of gods. Though it'd be more apt to say she was keeping several spontaneous, and even erratic eyes at attention. She paid special mind to Thana a little eye of hers, and spent another to subtly brew them both a couple of hot cocoas. But, before they were ready...*\n\n\"D'awww!\" *There were still.. Things, to discuss...* \"Oh well! We suppose even a slippery snake such as it shouldn't suffer, though it'd be awfully entertaining... We suspect all their doom and gloom would be rather droll!\" \n_ _\n\n*She snickered.* \n\n\"Mm... We suppose we'll support whatever it is the sweet Sweetie seeks! This Nach can imbue within a weapon something so spectacularly torturous to the slippery snake, that the thought alone shall have it shake in those ill sized boots of theirs!\" *Our Nach spun on her heel for a lengthy twirl, and with a flick of the wrist, she showered the gathered gods with a flurry of flowers and sparkles and sprinkles and fiends.* \"Yes! Yes, we speak of that this Nach knew not of for so very, very long... Though has in spades! FRIENDSHIP! For no blade cuts deeper than that thrusted by two, or three... Or more too.. We suppose.\"\n\n*Our Nach shrugs, scurrying underneath Thana's hand and taking it... She had already begun to pool her power toward this aim. The gods could either continue to talk, or join the mad god in weaponizing Friendship.*"
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "Perhaps expectedly, Savarii bristled up at the news - but, perhaps convinced - or intimidated - by the fact that no one else was willing to attack Thana over the news, stayed in her place. This meant that everyone was in accord: Thana was to live, at least for now. Onesifi's dagger evaporated in their sleeve, as if it was not there to begin with, and the final assurances and explanations were made, alongside the first suggestions - all with those slight falsities that captured Onesifi's mind.\n\nAccording to Thana, she was the Godeater's planned reincarnation - and yet she resisted, which would not make sense if she was truly such. The Wheatmother called Edon a coward - yet what could be braver than fighting the world itself? Nach suggested that friendship was a force that would cut Edon - yet he had allies himself.\n\nAnd Pyralith's thoughts...\n\n\"An illness does seem to be the best descriptor for what Edon has become, as I have come to understand. What a road he has taken: falling from a power to threaten all divinity to something that cannot even take full control of the body it inhabits, trying to die yet securing his life through his very actions...\" They chuckled at the irony and drama. \"I could almost pity him.\"\n\nDespite these words, sounding oh so very confident, there was still a seed of doubt blossoming within their mind. Was it truly appropriate to call the Godeater a mere illness, rather than a plague he seemed to be? Illnesses came and passed without much pain and without the need for intervention - and it was obvious that Edon was not of such weakness. He had already taken over Thana's mind multiple times - even forced her to fight when she did not want to.\n\n_ _\nAnd before he was forced to hide within his victim's essence, he was a threat that made the entire world shake in terror. He fended off almost a dozen gods just after his transgression. He took the mightiest goddess of her time with him when he fell. And his final defeat came by his own hand and through accident.\n\nUnderestimation was the most dangerous of delusions. That is why it was the weapon they preferred to wield - and that is why they saw its signs whenever they appeared.\n\nOf course, their mask would smooth out this anxiety perfectly, we're they willing to hide it. But they believed that merely allowing it to show just a little bit was perfect for their next words. \"Truth be told, my soul still dithers at the thought of the Godeater taking the power of one of our Great Weapons, even if the chances of him finding success are slim. After all, even a mere gutworm can fell a monarch...\" The deity shook the mild frown off, their face once more returning to their usual emotionless smile. \"But, if everyone else is willing to take this risk and trust in Lady Thana's own power, then I shall not dissent.\"\n\nA snap of their fingers - and they turned to the host yet again. \"I shall not claim to be an expert on the craft of a forgemaster - truth be told, I could not even be called an amateur. And so I would leave the creation of the weapon's crude form to Lady Pyralith.\" They gave a quick nod towards the dwarf goddess, before focusing on Thana again. \"But I still believe it would be beneficial if you stated what exactly you would desire: a keen sword, a trusty spear, or, perhaps, a mighty axe?\" \n\nTheir right hand had already started weaving divinity, preparing to put it into a more tangible - and useful - form."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "A dry, hissing laugh interrupts the discussion. Savarii bows her head, shaking it in a sort of amused disbelief. \"*Lovely...*\" She quips, her voice dripping with sarcasm. \n\n\"I do hope we've done the risk analysis over giving Edon's potential new form a weapon~\" She says. \"It is concerning that a weapon that is simply designed to drive out a psyche can be wielded by any of the combattants in this fight~\" She slurs out, tilting her head to the side. The Outcast Goddess opens her wings and curls up her body once again, this time lounging back with a lazy, almost apathetic body language. She rests her head on one of her clawed hands and turns to Thana. Her eyes narrow in suspicion but for the quickest of moments, a brief flash that soon was only replaced by her renewed languor. \n\n\"Yes... A private chat. I'd love to learn more about the means of this... *Connection.~*\" She tells Thana, her words becoming rather pointed. \"I pray you understand my hesitance. I'd hate for whatever weapon we provide you to be turned against you.\" Savarii says. \"Edon is much. A schemer is one of those things. If *I* Were in the place of a bloodthirsty, vengeful snake seeking to return while in the mind of another god, I would *Also* Push them to get a weapon that can tear mind from body.\" Savarii slurs out, tilting her head in feigned idle interest, as if merely gossiping and thinking aloud. \"How better than to ensure he gets full control of your body?\"\n\n\"*Do* You believe he's shown his entire hand?\" The Outcast Goddess asks, looking over the assembly of deities. \"He'd reveal his entire play just to... What? Attack a newborn deity he's never met before?\" She hisses, a wide, fanged and sardonic smile forming on the visible parts of her gaunt face. \"Perhaps I'm misconstruing the depth of connection that Thana has with him, but putting the power to seal away a piece of the mind in the reach of a villainous god trying to do just that is inviting trouble upon our dear Thana's mental doorstep~\" She coos.\n\n\"All it takes is for a brief flash from the devourer to surface as we hand it over and *Poof*, no more Thana, all Edon~\" Savarii says, waving her hands before her and conjuring a puff of rapidly dissipating purple smoke for effect.\n \n\n\"Oh, but not that I mean anything by that. I'm just thinking aloud my dears~\" She quickly pivots, putting on an overplayed innocent and thoughtless expression, ticking her head to the side. Her mandibles chatter hungrily for a few moments before she snaps. \"I'd *Love* To help in creating another delightful weapon, it is part of our deal after all~ I don't back out on deals. If any of us are feeling hesitant about continuing, then shame on *Us* For agreeing to a proposal without the full information and context. We can't back out of this deal now~\" The goddess tuts in an almost motherly way, although with a very clear ominous undertone.\n\n\"Ooooh, but on that note~\" She slurs out, turning to Triticea. \"I *Do* Believe an... Agreed upon contingency should be put in place. For *All* Of our safety, it's best not to leave all these things ambiguous. We don't want to be caught arguing with one another if this plan fails. We would need to figure this out, at least while we still have Thana here. Who knows how soon until she may be locked in whatever mental cage Edon has prepared for her? It's important for all of us to be on the same page when... *Oh sorry*, I mean *IF* It happens~\"\n\nSavarii was returning to her usual, erratic self, hopping from point to point, from act to act and mood to mood. It was difficult as always to follow and read, however the macabre interest in her own eyes was not hard to miss. Her wings shudder as several cricket-like claws twitch against eachother, making a loud, shrill chirping noise. \n\n\"Triticea, you have fought Edon and protected Gaia for much longer than all of us. You have lead the defence from the front for longer than many of us have even lived.\" Savarii coos, immediately turning to her sister. She smirks to herself, realizing quite well she was asking the person who likely would have the harshest solution to come up with a contingency. \"I believe that Gaia's most loyal and consistent defender has earned the right out of all of us to say... Should this plan fail, should this not solve Thana's problem, or worse, should this power end up in the hands of the great snake, what do you think the next course of action should be? What should our course of action be?\" She slurs out, her massive form leaning in closer to Triticea, engagement and fascination painted on every inch of her body. \"What do we do with The Amalgam of Gods should Thana's control...*Slip*?\" She says, gesturing to Thana."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...*\n\n*The divine clock strikes again, chimes of time, and passages of what could've been slipped away from the proverbial fate. A spiral of never ending alterations... Change.*\n\n*Thana keeps to herself, rigid but soft movements. Vague gestures and the occasional twitch of a finger, every word spoken from her fellow divine, had time to sink in as each chimed in with their reactions and plans. Some seemed thrilled to have a chance to shut down a former evil for good. Others were trying to save their own chitinous skin and nothing more. This band of mismatched idealogies were nothing more than brambles and thorns. One was the source... The rest is an annoying little sting against the skin. It was up to them to figure out who was positioned where right now. Most importantly, who was the next target should something go wrong? Edon had proven he was willing to go to deplorable lengths to ensure an ounce of ground is tread in his one serpent war.*\n\n`\"An illness of the mind is too good a term. They are a plague, a remnant of vile cysts that need to be cleansed.\"` *Anger seethes in the words, gritted teeth clamp down on her tongue, drawing the tiniest slither of blood. Even in this new, reformed visage, Thana still felt the pull towards unending rage. So much talk of the devourer, so many mentions. Barely noticeable to most, the girl's left eye twitches briefly at the mention of Edon being a schemer from Savarii, as if the latter weren't just as much of a cruel trickster. Downplaying their own actions to justify their betrayal. A stab in the back still wounds, no matter who it comes from.*\n\n*That was all she was... A stab in the back... A knife that could be twisted and broken, then removed entirely.*\n\n*\"I should've killed you when I had the chance.\"*\n\n*Is what she had wanted to say? Instead came a much more hollow and sombre tone as she acknowledges both the question of Onesifi and the nattering in her brain.*\n\n`\" A great sword. \"`\n\n*She gently places her hand in Nachs, letting them have a moment of comfort after the firmer strangle that had taken place only a few moments ago. It was important to at least synchronise her thoughts with another. The two both felt comfort with one another and perhaps once this ordeal was over entirely, Thana could finally be the caring soul she had wanted to be from the start. Dual cursed was rare, but to be thrice would be impossible. Right?* \n\n*They all spoke subtle truths and actual concerns. Somewhere out there was a paradoxical inverse where they let her go on a path of carnage. It had been a genuine possibility if one of the other gods around the bloodbath on the day of her birth had got to the girl first. What would've happened if somebody fuelled by nothing but self prospering had twisted her mind into a personal battering ram?*\n\n*A chill runs down her spine at the thought, a monster not even they deserved to become.*\n\n` \"I wish for a greatsword, nothing fancy. I am here to set a new standard and attempt to purify the way from now on, if everyone here will still have me. \"` *She had said so little on this iteration, the dwindling of power towards the weapon contributed certainly yet there was a deep amount of thinking behind her slow movements, so many things she had wanted to say just never found their way out. Instead, she continued to focus her energy on the divine weapon, not wishing to ruin anything with a last-minute shift of emotions. Her mind went solely onto Nachs hand. Cupping it with her own warm fingers.*"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "Pyralith raised her hammer into air as her broad fingers seemed to procure more and more raw material from her apron to toss in towards the collectively pooled energies. With each breath of the forge goddess came an incredible stillness and an uncomfortable heat, like the bellows of the foundry, controlling the air in the great hall, and yet never with so much intensity as to cool that raging, building heat. Dwarven metals were tossed between the lot of them, where one of the grand tables that decorated the area twisted in on itself and warped with Pyralith's intent. A temporary change to the sacred location, of course- the short goddess had never been one for manipulating what wasn't hers. Yet, this was important, and one could not forge without a furnace. She was merely *Repurposing* That which was provided by the setting, not *Disgracing* It. \n\nThe molten material she provided forward made up not all of what was needed, and yet the forming mass seemed to be shaped by their collective power, carrying in itself the intent of those that surrounded it. The shape changed and shifted, altering with every thought and wish, unsure of its nature, but the beginnings of something solid began to form. A great sword. Not yet, but soon to be, that much was clear. For this, Pyralith provided them not the means nor the power to make such a weapon, but a most convenient route for it. Certainly she was no more powerful than any other, but it was without doubt that even Gods could step on each other's feet when such great power was at play, and Pyralith was of the belief that for the piece of art they hoped to make to come out as well as they intended, they all needed to be on the same page.\n\nAnd, well, of *Course* She would be the one to decide what that was. With that same arrogant self-proclaimed authority, her hammer struck down, not guided by her own will, but by theirs. Pyralith had pooled her power already, and now it was time for their intent to make itself known in the shaping of the forming implement. They would all play their part, and Pyralith would always play it the most enthusiastically. In her own eyes, anyhow. Indeed, how could *Anyone* Wish to craft such a tool any more than she, the Goddess of such things? Her life wasn't on the line but she *Quite* Enjoyed forging. Surely they understood. \n\nWith each strike of her hammer came a new wave of offered power from her, no more or less than her peers, but in harsh waves that matched her actions. It was similar to how she had presented herself at the other meetings, and likely would be how she carried herself forth every time going forward. It wasn't a problem on its face, of course, but it was *Loud.* As she hammered, she spoke, voice strained by the physical labor of such a thing.\n\n**\"You wholly overestimate Edon and entirely underestimate Thana.\"** Pyralith barked at Savarii, brow furrowing with the effort of their combined creation. Sweat formed on her face, forming steaming droplets across plump cheeks. **\"Do not attribute to cunning what is properly explained by malice, as the saying goes.\"**\n\nThat was not how the saying went. Still, she continued.\n\n**\"He is an echo of a thing, emulating what he was once in his rawest and weakest aspects. A beast starved of sustenance to the point of immobility. Entirely feral, completely useless.\"** There was, as there always was when Pyralith spoke, some level of wounded pride. Pyralith had beat Edon in a fight. She *Wanted* To brag about that. She wanted to point at every single person present and mock them for their own failure in doing much the same. But she hadn't won as easily as she wished to claim to, had she? At the very least, she couldn't reasonably claim to have done so when she had been stricken with such focused ill intent that she could not recall her entire form. It was *Shameful.* **\"And a dying dog's will to eat is not stronger than the hare's will to survive.\"**\n\nBriefly, her eyes flicked to Thana."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "It was interesting, Triticea thought, how Chaos of all deities seemed never to make outrageous statements. \n\nPerhaps it was a benefit of not taking herself too seriously? She huffed to cover her small chuckle as her gaze drifted to the Ambition\n\nOnesifi's concerns were valid, for once, but Triticea was not too concerned. Edon had died by his own hand, yes, but only because he had been faced with imminent defeat. He had only taken his own life to be reborn and avoid capture, not because he was too powerful for them to defeat.\n\nAnd then there was Savarii.\n\nThe Gluttony was paranoid, savage even at the thought of the Devourer. Even the carefully crafted persona of kindness that Savarii had crafted was beginning to slip.\n\nTriticea was not stupid. She knew that Savarii was in a precarious position, and she knew that Savarii was hoping that she would convince the Wheatmother to speak her desires with the influence that the Hive Queen herself did not wield.\n\nThe Famine Author understood the fears of. Granting a powerful weapon to Thana, but in truth...\n\nShe was not concerned herself.\n\nIf the weapon were to truly be Thana's, if she were to shoulder the burden of creating the weapon with her own divine essence, it would not be as powerful as the newly strengthened Abundances or the Entropy's Wings. And if Nach or herself were to take on that burden... Well, she knew that she would not do it, and for all of Nach's chaos, Triticea was sure that Nach would not allow those blades to be turned agianst her Nachiavellian.\n\nAt last, she spoke.\n\n\"Savarii.\" She addressed her sister directly, not bothering with pretenses of not understanding the Hive Queen's intentions. \"I know that you are afraid of Edon and vengeful for what he did to you.\" She spoke bluntly, blithely, unconcerned with grace or tact.\n\n\"But the blade will hold our power. We can imbue it with the power to rid ourselves of the Devourer for good.\"\n\nShe held out a hand, beginning to pool her might but not yet releasing it"
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "It seemed that Onesifi was not the only one with concerns about the plan that the Forgemaster was proposing. Lady Savarii practically voiced their own thoughts on the matter loudly, nervously - all, of course, coloured by her own experience with the Devourer. But even tales of him painted him as a being of immense power and perseverance. Onesifi hated leaving problems to the roll of a die, and from what Onesifi thought, the snake's odds were, unfortunately, much higher than others gave him.\n\nThere needed to be a contingency - in case the belief that they were all underestimating Edon proved correct, someone had to assist Thana. And it had to be them - after all, the potential to prevent such a failure could work wonders for anyone's reputation. In order to be able to capitalise on the potential failure, though, they had to work quickly and covertly.\n\nFirst, they stepped back, addressing Triticea and Pyralith both. \"I would not dismiss Lady Savarii so easily. One does not become a world-threatening being without all of viciousness, courage and power. I can understand her concerns fully, and I would advise Lady Thana to keep her senses sharp.\"\n\nThey turned to look at the insect goddess again. \"Yet, I also agree that it seems that we do not have a choice in this situation, if we take what Lady Pyralith has told us for truth. Yes, the solution that she has proposed is wrought with risk, yet it seems to be the only way we can both get rid of the threat and keep our conscience. After all, any being with a sense of right and wrong can understand just how terrible it is to punish a victim for the sins of her torturer.\"\n\n_ _\nA demonstrative sigh fell from the deity's lips, before they addressed Savarii's question - one that Triticea ignored. \"However, in the unlikeliest event that Lady Thana falls to the serpent, we will certainly have to convene once again. And, unfortunately, we will not have another option other than killing both him and his host, for the sake of the universe itself. It should not be a problem, of course. Three of those present here have already defeated the Godeater - and our numerical advantage can only help.\"\n\nThis speech was both a way for Onesifi to soothe Savarii away from doing anything reckless - be a way to draw the gods' attention away from their small transgression.\n\nThe thinnest strand of divine energy, resembling dimmed silver in color and texture, left the ball of energy above their hand, as if by chance. It flew across the hall and towards the improvised forge, conveniently floating right under the hammer as it struck the metal yet again. The strand lodged itself firmly within the divine weapon and changed the color almost instantly - and the sign of Onesifi's interference became almost completely unrecognizable. In the back of their mind, they saw a hammer descending upon the metal yet again - proving that their plan worked out.\n\nThey raised their hands defensively, their eyes traversing the gods of the ritual. \"Of course, we are speaking in hypotheticals. Lady Thana surely has power enough to defeat the bitter remnant of a suicidal snake; so let us concentrate on making this process safer for her. So, for the greatsword that Lady Thana desires...\"\n\n_ _\nThey faced the goddess of memories once more, a teasing smile stretching their lips. \"Pray, do you truly not wish for your weapon to be even a little bit fancy? We are making a weapon worthy of the divine, after all; and the weapons decoration adds at least as much to its status as its power, from what experience I can recall.\" Onesifi raised a hand to their chin, pondering how exactly the weapon could be beautified. \"I do not insist, of course, but a few rubies encrusted in the hilt would compliment your appearance quite well. Or you could go with emeralds, if you desire the symbolism of yourself liberated from your plague. Ambers could be an interesting idea as well...\"\n\nWith this little tirade, Onesifi bought themself a little bit of time to think about what gift they wished to bestow upon Thana's weapon; one that could serve as an apology for the eye that they had implanted into her weapon."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Hehhh~!\" *Our Nach gasps, wheezing with a wisp of sparkles and a sweet, snickering smile. She looks up to Thana with a look of awe, and an affirming squeeze, her filthy little fingers frantically fidgeting with Thana's. Their hands tightly intertwined together as our Nach began to swing to and froe, dangling on her hand, like a girl swinging from a maypole. It's in spite of the gravity of the situation that our Nach continues to be cheerful, playing with the terrorized victim of a god that wormed their way into her splintered skull.* \"Oohhh~! Aahhh... Climb upon thee, could we? Most certainly we could! Could we? Yes, yes! Go many places we will, by the bond we struck so very, very long ago... Like.. The top of your horns!\" \n\n*Our Nach, never one to wait for an answer on what she could or not do, started to climb up the side of Thana's back. She relied solely upon her hand, Thana's hand, to keep her from falling. Which would've been particularly nasty, seeing as our Nach hung her head to the floor as she ascended toward Thana's shoulders...*\n\n\"Hrrghhh!!!!\" *Our Nach swung from side to side, as she continued what should be an effortless climb. Her head popping out from behind Thana and toward Savarii for some brief but bizarre insight.* \"...You? You speak of what ifs like the if was a when, and the never was now! Silly, you're! Sillirii? My those are a great many Is... The smelly furball has overstayed their welcome, and our sweet little Sweetie saids she'll splatter their skull against the very spotlight they hog! Spotty... Spotty!\" *She smiles, her head cocking back.* \"We trust her.\"\n\n*Our Nach dips back behind Thana, continuing an agonizingly slow ascent up the length of Thana's back. She struggled much in spite of this simple task, flailing wildly, and yet holding onto Thana the entire time.* \n_ _\n\n\"Ooh~!\" *Eventually, her head popped out from behind Thana.. Again... From the other side, this time.* \"Add not Contingers to the blade, but a bow! Make it big and beautiful and bloody and bizarre but in the most sweet Sweetie's fashions! It is imperative that friendship be weaponized with a bow, it's obvious, of course! More importantly, it's imperative that when in in the throes of some feisty fight that you're fashionable! The smelly furball has no taste in anything, must be why it so desperately wanted to die... What a miserable muffin!\" \n\n*But though our Nach's antics seemed strange and absurd, as they usually are, there was purpose some purpose to these. For she funneled her power through Thana, pooling the very essence of chaos around the cursed child's whims... Through her hand, and to her heart, the means to fracture Fate and make of it what she will.*"
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "Savarii turns to Triticea \"Of course... Assuming we correctly understood the nature of the devourer in the first place.\" She mutters, her monstrous form rippling as she once again wraps her outstretched wings around her torso like a dress \"Our powers can be wielded like a scalpel that finely cut out the snake, but precision means little when we do not understand what we're aiming at. Is it an echo? Does his consciousness remain? What role does he play in Thana's psyche and being?\" She chirps, cocking her head to the side and slithering around Triticea. \"Perhaps what Pyralith says is true. I hope I haven't offended, I dare not imply I do not trust your judgement~\" She says, tilting her head to Pyralith. \"After all, you clearly have the most... *Experience* With this new form of the devourer.\" The goddess coos with a polite yet overplayed smile on her fanged face. \"I hope my pessimism does not infect our duty~\" She says with a bow \"I am ecstatic to be rid of this evil for good, his actions against Gaia and his destruction of our very family have been heinous. Some things are better preserved through tales and myth than flesh and blood.\" \n\nUpon hearing their agreement, the insectoid woman turns to Onesifi and gives them a bow, the flames of her eyes blazing through the eyeholes in her chitinous helmet. \n\n\"Oh please my dear, I was merely thinking aloud. You know me, I always talk too much~\" She giggles \"Don't let my words wriggle into your mind so easily~\" She coos with a chatter of her mandibles. \"We'll find out one way or the other what the truth is, won't we?~\" She adds, her voice now becoming almost entirely apathetic and nonchalant. \"I'm sure Pyralith knows what she's talking about. Triticea too, has faced the devourer many a time, and that was when his inner circle was unfractured and his creations still roaming the world. Now he has lost that alongside autonomy over the body he inhabits, I should trust their judgement more than my own. After all, what experience do I have on the matter?~\" She chirps. \"It is undoubtable that Edon was much more cautious about he behaved around his allies and slaves~\" Savarii sighs, resting her head on her own hands. \"He would surely have put on much more of a bravado to myself and his allies. He would have been careful on how he presented himself and how he spun the truth of his own power. Should he show weakness, his allies would leave him and those like myself who were shackled to his will under threat would take the opportunity to free ourselves the moment there was a scent of blood in the water~\" Savarii says. \n\n\"I'm sure even my detailed spying and time watching the serpent under guise of ally is unnecessary to you all~\" Savarii adds with a sigh. Despite her body language and act remaining affable and light hearted, there was just the smallest undertone of a waspish mockery in her voice, as if poking fun at the decision to brush off her information. Despite that, the dripping sarcasm was easy to miss. The Goddess of outcasts almost seemed amused by the fact, now watching with even greater interest. \n\nSavarii, while truly amused and pleased that Onesifi would speak their mind about killing Thana, turned her head to the side in sheer curiosity and mock surprise. \"You suggest we kill our own sister?~\" She says, taking a large, dramatic gasp.\n\n\"Another victim to the serpent's designs...\" She says with a somber tone and shaking her head, carrying a quality as though she were delivering a potent monologue on stage.\n\n\"Well then, let us ensure it does not come to that~ I'm certain all of us here are capable and knowledgeable enough to prevent Edon's return. I'm sure we've all done our due diligence in ensuring we put our best foot forward to prevent the snake's return, the alternative is *Far* Too grave, I'm sure~\" Savarii says, subtly presenting another dig at the rush and underestimation of those assembled there. However, just like her previous remark, this was disguised under a well meaning facade, the irony of it meant to entertain nobody but the Lord of the Flies herself. \n\n\"I'm sure I speak for everyone here when I say that we will do everything we can to avoid losing Thana to this terrible fate~ She is one of our own, one of Gaia's direct creations and a part of our grand and wholesome family. Should we fail here, should our power and foresight not be enough to save our dear ally... Then who are we to claim our strength in our divinity? This act is not merely the destruction of a threat to our family and the prevention of a rogue God's resurgence, but it is a message to Gaia that we are her capable and worthy children.\" Savarii slithers forwards, her tone gaining a severity and judgement that the goddess rarely displayed before. She watched every god nearby closely. Her eyes flickered from Pyralith, to Onesifi, to Tritcicea, to Nach and finally... Landing directly on Thana, making profound eye contact with her. *What creature really hid behind those eyes? Come on Edon, humour me... Are you really there?* Despite this deep study of the goddess of bloodlust, she quickly continues on her soliloquy as if nothing happened. \n\n\"Our actions here today are proof that we, as gods, have great strength and capacity for growth and the reminder that are capable of unity.\" Savarii says. \"It is proof that our nature is capable of withstanding any threat, and that, despite many mistakes throughout our life, we may yet find salvation just as we are. Through our success, we permanently and unequivocally denounce Edon's claims and ideology. His crimes against Gaia are damned as such, and his mentality proven a mistake. Yet should we fail, his words and teachings shall become a plague. They prove that they can survive even our most ferocious of onslaughts and that his actions have elevated him above our reach. His acts against Gaia, his violation of the rules of divinity itself, all of it will be ratified if we fail once again. Should that happen my dears, I fear that no matter what we do, the snake and his methods shall become... *Truly immortal*.\"\n\n\"Oh, but I'm sure, my dears, that in your hands, we shall not even *Dream* Of failure~\" She says, her smile widening as far as possible, her every syllable dripping with sickening and sticky sweet honey. The glow of her eyes only intensifies as she stares forwards, letting her words sink in. She had, despite any and all conventional wisdom, decided to add even greater weight unto this ritual. She set a new set of rules and risks, new symbolism... New *Meaning*. Now, should they fail, she risked turning Edon into not only a threat, but a martyr."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\" Stop.\"`\n\n*A simple request spoken with an embracing mannerism. No venom dripped behind her fangs. She raises a hand to gesture for a halt, something had clearly caught up, she felt that prickle behind the ear and the smallest trail of blood running down the back of her head, defiling the soft and elegant clothing she made such an effort to present as pristine. With an extravagant flourish she swiftly cloaks a wing in front of her, adjusting the clothes and removing the grim blemishes from her appearance, only peeling the feathered limb back like a curtain after the makeover had been complete.*\n\n`\" Stop saying his name, please. It only makes things worse. The more he is remembered and believed in, the worse this gets for everyone.\"`\n\n*A valid point, for every repetition of the devourers name and his many aliases only served as a bolster to the gods energy, belief was their entire concept and to have so many other divine repeating and discussing his name even in such negative connotations only served as empowerment and a shining flame for the abyssal fire. Thana looks onwards at the clambering Nach. She makes no effort to stop them, only tenderly holding a hand behind her back in case they fell from the expedition. She chuckles faintly at the words of the snake having such little fashion sense.*\n\n*Looking around the room at the start of the divine weapon forging she struggles to maintain a smile. The air was strained with so many gods enunciating wildly divergent emotions.*\n\n*Triticea was resolute and ready, perhaps the bravest of them all for that. So willing to do what was right, when this was all over, maybe the two could finally share a moment of peace and Thana could lay down in the fields of abundance. Remember her old life, her actual life.*\n\n`\" Onesifi is right in a way. If I fail and the adversary takes hold, I should be dispatched swiftly, but left as a miniscule fragment, unable to regenerate. That ensures no return. \"`\n\n*Thana can only wait now...*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "As corny as their insistence on referring to their siblings by noble titles was, Triticea could appreciate Onesifi quelling Savarii's concerns. Even she was starting to get annoyed with the Hive Goddess' wheedling, no matter how reasonable her concerns might be. \n\nUnfortunately, Onesifi's chatter about making the weapon fancier was a return to their usual tendency to talk more than Triticea felt they needed to.\n\nThe Entropy didn't say anything of substance for once, just chattering about some of her random nonsense to Thana. Still, a part of her snickered, it was more enjoyable to listen to than her siblings' arguing, so there was that at least. \n\nSavarii didn't say much that Triticea really cared about either, although the Famine Author did spare the Hive Queen a raised eyebrow for the mock shock at Onesifi's suggestion. She was fairly certain that if she had the chance to get away with it scot free, Savarii would happily end Thana just to make sure that the Devourer never rose again.\n\nAnd now the time had come to focus on the forging of the weapon. She had only been contributing light threads of divine power up to this point, but now she began to push her energy into the weapon in earnest. She appreciated Thana's willingness to accept what needed to be done should Edon rise again, and so she decided to imbue the weapon with a gift.\n\nA memory struck her, of her battles with Edon and Melancholia. Each time she had almost managed to take them down, and each time her foes had ended their own lives to prevent capture through their divine rebirth.\n\nShe loathed for it to happen again.\n\nShe imbued with weapon with a blessing and a curse. Any that were struck with it and any that wielded it could no longer take their own life. The power of the divine weapon that had yet to be named would cause attempted suicide attacks to phase harmlessly through the body of the god that tried it, preventing their escape.\n\nThana's enemies would need to stand and fight for real."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "```Bump and reopening thread```"
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "Onesifi barely kept a smirk from appearing on their face. Amongst Pyralith's single-minded focus, Nach's usual shenanigans and Savarii's endless speeches, their plan went off without any disturbance, and the watching spell now was firmly planted within the sword's nature. Whether they truly did not notice or simply kept quiet, their silence expressing consent to their action, mattered little; after all, it would serve its purpose and nothing more, and they would gladly say as much.\n\nSpeaking of saying much, it seemed that Savarii's usual *Tendencies* Did not dissipate at the threat before them. It was plainly obvious that what Onesifi had said aligned perfectly with her own thoughts - yet she continued to attempt to belittle them for it. The bug goddess was truly insufferable, and Onesifi could not help but wish to curse her out - but they still needed to maintain that veneer of politeness that everyone knew them for.\n\nThey stared intently at the pest divine, their left hand pulling very slightly on their hair. \"As I had said before, the prospect which you have implied to be a desirable outcome for me is something I believe should only be considered in the worst case scenario, once all other hope lies destroyed.\" It went down, and their pointer finger touched the corner of their lips in mock concern. \"Are you, perchance, feeling unwell, Lady Savarii? Once we are done with this weapon, I would advise you to take a rest, perhaps go to sleep for some time; while we are divine, I do not believe we have any evidence that rest does not better our well-being still.\"\n\n_ _\nThis tirade of theirs was interrupted with a gentle, yet firm demand from the weapon's receiver. Edon's name was not to be spoken, for remembrance empowered him.\n\nFor a second, Onesifi struggled to process the information. But in the next, it made perfect sense. Gods thrived on recognition, so it would stand to reason that a dead divinity like the God of Fate would be able to be reborn by it. It was truly ironic, how the attempt at omnicide driven by his own suicidality would, in fact, ensure he lived beyond his death. And although rationally, the deity of ambition knew that forgetting of the serpent, refusing to think of even his effect on the world would be the surest way to destroy the Godeater forever...\n\nHow could one truly forget?\n\nTheir face refused to show their doubt. A reconciliatory smile played on their lips, as they nodded in obeyance to Thana's words. \"Of course. I ask for your forgiveness, and I shall not discuss the matter of our purpose here any further, considering it is perfectly clear to us all.\" And then, when she assented to her fate in case of her defeat, their eyes turned softer, more soothing in a way that felt barely off genuineness. \"Be assured only that I shall do all in my power to not let the situation come to the extremes.\" And it was more than she knew, in truth.\n\n_ _\nWith the response to Thana done, Onesifi turned towards the weapon, where Triticea had just imbued the sword with her personal contribution. They strode forward, the weave above their hand finally ready to be added to the power of the weapon. They opened their palm, proclaiming in a loud, confident voice, \"Let it be known to all gathered here and the world at large, that I bestow upon Lady Thana's sword the gifts of precision and clarity. May her path to freedom be unobstructed by her foes' manipulation nor by their defences, and may she pierce through both the fogged thoughts and the wicked hearts of those who stand in her way.\"\n\nThe words flowed together with the strands of divinity, imbibing themselves within the mixture of energy, leaving their mark on the creation as Onesifi had stated. Such was their will, for the God of Hatred would only be obliterated if all present would give their all."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*Once she had made her point, our Nach again dipped back behind Thana and continued their absurd ascent up the length of another God. The Tiny Terror must've paid little mind to the proceedings, to her, the task ahead was apparent. Thana, the Cursed Child of Gaia, was a friend of our Nach's, and thus was her ask their aspiration. The thoughts and feelings of Others were irrelevant to the Giggling Goddess.*\n\n*Though that didn't mean she couldn't have a bit of fun.*\n\n\"Hyahahahaaa~!\" *Our Nach's cackling cry announced her ascent to the top of Thana's shoulders, whereupon she sat, overlooking the Others that talked amongst themselves.* \"Hold? Hold!? HAH! How can it hold when it haven't any hands, or feetsies that fidget? Hehhh... What a masterful blunder, befitting of a muffin! Such is the *Fate* Of a slippery snake, hold it can never! Never ever, not now nor near nor soon!\" \n\n*Our Nach giggled, kicking her little feet whilst she sat atop Thana's shoulders... Her head popping through Thana's horns, and dropping down to face her dear friend. Whether our Nach was deliberately trying to antagonize the Traitor God was too irrelevant, for there was a deeper meaning to her vicious mockery.* \n\n\"Sweetie!\" *She smiles, holding her hands together and thus allowing herself to sit more precariously than before.* \"Never shall you ever fall to that which slips, this we shall see to! Though of course should you like to fall for fun, this Nach may supply that in spades... Oohohohooo~! We simply must meet again, and revel in all in ruin! Ohhh... There's so much to do, so much to do and see and wonder and make! Aahhh... How will we ever get to it all!?\" \n\n*Our Nach abruptly jerked backward, as if she were about to fall. Fortunately, she was able to catch herself and maintain whatever balance she had atop of Thana's shoulders. Upon which, she'd conjure a couple of Nachs on her own...* \n_ _\n\n\"With a spark of whimsy and a touch of wonder, of course, of course!\" *Cried a Nach with blue hair, a dirty white dress, and a bent out of shape halo that flickered and sparked.* \"Don't cha know? We've gotta NACH for this! Hyaahahahahahaaaa~! We'll do it all and more and again, hand in hand, to the beat of our hearts!\"\n\n\"Or with a brush of blood, for fantasy and terror! Where every wish is our command, and every delightfully dark desire is brought to life!\" *Cried another Nach on the opposing shoulder, though with red hair, a dainty black dress, and horns that twist and turn like snakes.* \"Don't cha know? We'll NACH the world's socks off! Hyahahahahahaaaaa~! What's a show without suspense, an audience without awe!\" \n\n\"Hehhh... Yes, yes-yes! We'll see it all, together, with our great many eyes and our many hands that hold...\" *Our Nach smiles, scooping up both of the tinier Nachs in her hands and presenting them both to the Others.* \"Together, we may at last weaponize our friendship and see to it that our dear beloved Sweetie may never be alone... Well, we suppose she's not been truly alone in sometime! But at least she'll have more marvelous company, yes?\" \n\n\"Yes-yes! Yes, indeed!\"\n\n\"Hand in hand we'll be, sisters in arms you could say! Hyahahaaaa!\"\n\n\"Hyahahahahaaaa~!\"\n\n\"Hyahahahaaa... HAHH!\" *The Nachs laughed, and the tinier Nachs jumped with joy in anticipation of what was to come.* \"Now, go forth the both of me and melt yourselves, to melt our hearts and that of others!\"\n\n\"Oh I can't wait to stab someone in a more literal fashion!\" \n\n\"Ooh! Ooh! Me too, me also! We'll do it together, together forever!\" \n_ _\n\n*Our Nach, without saying another word, casually threw the two tinier Nachs into the blade. The power she had pooled through Thana and to them would assure Thana that she'd never truly be alone again, for their minds would melt and meld into the blade and thus with apart of Thana. Their minds now guided the hand that guided the blade, and together, they would outnumbered the Devourer in a battle of the mind.*\n\n*...Whether they'd outmatch them though, was another story.*"
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "\"Well it appears to be time to do some work, time to set this plan of yours into play~\" The goddess hissed, tilting her head as she started to fiddle with a strand of silk that seemed to materialize directly out of her sleeves into her claws. She was watching the proceedings with a gaunt look on her face, her ever watchful eyes glowing underneath her veil with an ominous quality, ever thinking and judging. \n\n\"Well I, for one, think it's better to think outside the box to solve this problem...\" She says, her tone giving a sense of finality and losing that testing tone she had used when questioning her siblings. It almost gave the impression of a teacher or instructor giving the right answer to a student. \"The ideal scenario, of course, is for Thana to hold off in the battle on her own. However, it appears we are leaving such things up to sheer will and the goddess alone. Should any contingency fail, we are meant to totally sacrifice Thana for the good of ourselves.\" She slurs, shaking her head pitifully. \"An obvious sacrifice expected of Thana, but it is our duty to ease the burden of sacrifice as much as possible for a member of our little community here~\" She says, finally tugging on the silk string poking from her sleeve and wrapping it around her claw. The goddess of outcasts extends her arm and keeps tugging the silk out of her sleeve. It seemed that the other end had actually been attached to one of the \"Leeches\" That connected to Savarii's head as her form of hair. Its mouth was producing the long, shimmering length of silk. As the goddess kept tugging on the piece of silk, muffled voices and sounds could be heard from the gleaming strand. \n\nIn certain lights, one could almost see visions and scenes playing upon the strand, a few of the small spectres within the strand almost seemed to look almost like Thana... *And Edon*... *Memories.* Savarii was creating her addition out of pieces of her own memories. She kept folding and forming the memory strand into a barbed wire, creating spikes on it and shaping it to better fit onto the blade and the hilt of the sword. Distant glimpses of memories, ever watchful eyes and people could be seen shifting across the thin strand, with distant sounds audible to those who listened enough. \n\nThe addition of the piece was a blessing and a curse, simply dependent on Thana's perspective. Savarii embedded a sliver of her own mind and memories as a core for this blade, a choice not taken lightly by the goddess who sacrificed it. It would act as a crux upon which more and more memories could be recorded. The sword fueled itself off the psyche of others, it could empower itself with experience and memory, whether they came from the blade's wielder or its victim. For Thana, who held two consciousnesses in her body, one of which already had a long and storied life, this would empower the abilities bestowed upon the sword by the other gods. The memories of Thana and Edon, as well as memories concerning them could become fuel for this weapon. \n\nHowever, that was not the main point, that much was clear based on the Goddess of Outcast's grim disposition. Savarii would flick her hand, sending forth the piece snapping through the air and towards the blade, where it would lock on harshly. The barbed strand would embed itself into the blade of the sword before the tail poked out and wrapped itself around the crossguard. The goddess leaned back and clasped her hands. \n\n\"The Goddess of Memories...\" She slurs out, tilting her head back. \"I give you another hope beyond destruction. I give you the opportunity for a new chance, should you take it. The blade now may hold and use memories. In the day to day use, it merely means that your own experience, psyche and presence in the consciousness of the masses will give you strength. However, that is but a byproduct.\" \n\nThe God's wings spread out, the \"Eye\" Patterns looking as if they were staring down at Thana.\n\n\"Death is final and merciless, you have been born tainted by sins of the past, your life stolen by everything that came before you. Yet what does killing you mean? You are already dead, caged, a victim of a conflict that has nothing to do with your actions. Nobody deserves to suffer and face punishment just for being born in the wrong place and time. Nobody should demand your absolute sacrifice in a war you had no part in starting.\" Savarii hissed, glancing over Thana. \"The belligerents of this war are the older gods and Edon, they are the culprits and the cause. Edon may be the evil, but a war does not begin without shared blame. Yet you, you have been enlisted since birth. You've lost the joys of godhood and consciousness long before you could even make use of it.\" Savarii says, stepping directly towards Thana and glancing down at her with a macabre and subdued gleam in her eye. \"It's only logical that you sacrifice yourself if this fails, because it would save so many, but just as you would sacrifice for us, the burden falls on us to sacrifice for you.\"\n\n\"My dear, I would hope to solve that. Should everything seem hopeless, should you desire a fresh start, I will offer it to you. Perhaps you will not take the escape I offer now, perhaps you never will. However, I should hope that this will, if not solve the issue, mitigate the effect of the resulting disaster so that you may yet have a chance at life and unburden yourself.\" The goddess glances down at the sword as piece by piece, every donation from the other gods is added to it. \n\n\"This may not cleanse Edon, but it should provide a suitable alternative for a weary soul should the tide of battle turn against you.\" The goddess hissed. \"I give you the gift that I would desire in your place. Freedom, peace, a second chance...\" \n\nHer many hands once again clasp before her and she slithers back where she had been watching before. \"When the weapon is overloaded by power and the failsafe is triggered, it will become a gluttonous vortex that will devour any and all its wielder's memories concerning themselves and their identity. You, Edon, every psyche a part of this blade, wiped clean of any memory of who you are and what you've done. Not an ideal fate, truly, but another option instead of death. It defangs the snake and lets you get another opportunity at godhood. At least in this situation, you have the chance to rebuild. In this way, the story does not end.\" Her wings fold into herself, tucking themselves in almost protectively as she tilts her chin up. \n\n\"You need not use it if you do not wish to, but nor would I sit on this option too long. The more you wait, the more Edon may recuperate and the more you stand to lose. If you use it now, perhaps you'll find it easier to do. Perhaps it will be easier to rebuild and you need not face the prospect of amnesia with as much apprehension.\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Wrath was a gluttonous fiend. It consumes and consumes until the soul is burdened with nothing but rage.*\n\n*A goddess of bloodlust harboured so little of her own identity right now, no hatred shined through the veil of murder. Her emotions were well and truly cloaked, masked within layers and webs of purity.*\n\n*Each god had given a gift. The resistance of the mind soon followed the imbuement from Triticea. Even though she did not truly wield the weapon yet, already the influence begins to sting. Her head throbs as though someone or something is trying to slither its way out, to burst through this body and cause a tremendous cataclysm of events. Already, a chain reaction had involuntarily been set into motion. Clutching at the fabric of her clothing, Thana takes a moment to kneel and close her eyes, attempting to divert focus away from the pain searing through their mind.*\n\n*Nachs playful back and forth with herself only served as an auditory distraction from this agony, though her words did ring through as true. Willing company would be nice, especially for someone on the way to turning her life into a purpose greater than before. The eyes of judgement were upon them all. Now was the time to make haste and prove to the world there was a reason this group remained as one of the few bastions of order, however bizarre it may be gone about for some.*\n\n*Savarii's offer, however, seems to fall on much harsher retaliation than the other gifts. A driving force surges back from the blade against the initial enchantment, only falling short when Thana channels her own energy back into the blade as part of its final construction, with all the pieces tied together the spectacle of divine energy flows and ebbs throughout the cold metal of the newly forged sword.* \n\n*Only one ingredient remained.*\n\n*Him.*\n\n*With no hesitation, Thana digs her own hand deep into her chest, clawing at the beautiful visage with brutal rage. Blood coats the damsels' dainty fingers and from where a heart should be, a writhing serpent is pulled, desperately winding away from her icy grasp. Murder glimmers in Thanas' eyes. Not a thought beyond avenging untold pain inflicted by such a tyrant. Harsh Breaths and a deeply trodden maliciousness stirs from the hole left by his now absence. She knows he will be back, but this way. He would be weaker than ever, reduced to a blade overwhelmed by the force of an entire group of deities. His last stand would be weak, and so many souls would be ready to see him stomped out for good.*\n\n*With the miniscule squeals of a worn out god, she flings the tiny Edon at the blade right in time for its ultimate creation, searing what remained of the deity into the blade and binding him like they should've done so many years prior.*\n\n*Peace... For at least a moment. No thoughts other than her own. Swimming doubts came to lie once more.*\n\n*Gripping the hilt of the newly formed weapon sleepily with one hand, she waves it around childishly, noting its appearance and the sheer energy that irradiated from such a piece. It was all said and done, right? No more horrors...*\n\n`\"I have work to do. Thank you for your time, friends. Your patience will be accounted for in the near future.\"` *Not bothering to attend to her injuries, she sprouts her wings and makes a swift departure... Leaving the rest of the group to... Think? What had just happened, and was it finally the end of this fiasco?*\n\n```We can wrap it up now (Please)```"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Each sibling had imbued the blade with a fragment of their power, and now it seemed to hum with their combined divinity even as the godly light faded from it somewhat. Triticea looked at her creation with satisfaction and trepidation. \n\nIt was a weapon designed to do something that even she had failed to do, end the First Traitor Deity. She had been sure to infuse her contribution with a burning desire to rid the world of the Devourer, to finally put away the monster who had begun the deterioration of their family bonds. The Wheatmother had given it the power to prevent its foes from escaping.\n\nShe could only hope that the blade and its wielder would fulfil their purpose.\n\nWith the blade forged, though, she had more pressing matters to attend to. The havoc caused by the birth of a nascent abomination and the villain who'd created it called for her full might and presence. She spared her siblings a simple nod before her form dissolved into specks of green light, rising into the air like a reverse snowfall. The fragments of Triticea now rushed up to the tree towards the rest of her, ready to help out in the battle against the Tearmaiden and her pet demon.\n\nAs she left, however, she left behind the smallest sliver of herself to slither towards the weapon. So tiny was it that even the other gods would not notice it, and all it could do was whisper to the weapon that its greater whole had just helped to forge.\n\nIt whispered reminders of the blade's purpose, of its mission to finally end the first true problem.\n\nAnd then with its own purpose served, the fragment too dissipated and rushed upwards to join up with Triticea among the chaotic battle of the Upper Branches. She would need all the power that she could muster to face down the threats that had reared their ugly heads there, even this little sliver of her that could do little more than whisper to a blade that could not truly hear her."
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Seraphina had red hair just like Olivia, her dragon form was even more majestic in that it was a huge dragon. She flew down and stayed a dragon, she could sense another lizard in the realm but she couldn't tell what it was. She walked around looking for the lizard ready to strike, she felt it was not a nice being whatever it was. \n\nShe then thought about her ancestors the dinosaurs, and she wondered if any existed anymore. There were large ones, small ones, VERY LARGE ones and even the tiny ones that were just flat out annoying. She let out a huff as she laughed internally, thinking about if she ever had kids they would be trouble makers for sure.*"
},
{
"author": "fossilverse",
"message": "One of those things like and not him was close now. Kresnick could smell it in the air, feel its presence nearby. That's when he saw it: a great creature of scales and claws like himself, but with wings. Peculiar. A pinch of doubt and fear crept into his thoughts, *It might be best to stay unseen, retreat, and stay away from a possible threat like this*. But his pride wouldn't have it.\n\nThe divine beast announced himself with a deep grumbling sound somewhere between a growl and a landslide. The air vibrated and the ground shook as he stepped forth. Claws flexed and spines raised, he made it obvious he was here and what he was. This wasn't just some casual display of strength, this was a show of power.\n\nBut how would the other respond?"
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Seraphina heard the loud roar and snapped her head to the side to size up her competition. Was this a call for war or just a show? She wasn't sure, so she let out her own burst of fire from her mouth. Most species would back down from this display of power. She wasn't sure what this one would do, so she also let out her own roar*"
},
{
"author": "fossilverse",
"message": "Fire? The responsive roar was somewhat expected, but the fire? That was surprising. But it was interesting. *Kresnick liked the idea of using fire*. His skin grew darker in color, and the air around him crackled and dried. Embers danced in the air until, at last, a cloak of flames enveloped the beast's back, the grand mantle of quills resembling a raging forest fire.\n\nKresnick's former growl was miniscule in its volume to the roar he let loose now, the deafening sound shaking everything in sight.\n\n\"**What are you!?**\" He demanded in a voice that sounded like an earthquake."
},
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Seraphina decided it was time to blow this lizards mind. She turned to a human with some cracking bones and her wings disappearing into her back.*\n\n\"Hello, my name is Seraphina. I represent Olivia the god of fire. I am a human that can turn into a dragon, and you would be?\""
},
{
"author": "fossilverse",
"message": "Kresnick craned his head sideways, much like how a bird would when inspecting something more closely. The once menacing creature of tooth and fang was now something smaller. It was now vastly more different than he was but still gave off an air of similarity. He struggled to make sense of it.\n\n\"What is a human?\" He asked in a slightly less threatening tone, the flames about him dying down. *She said she could turn into a dragon. Was that the form from earlier? Was he a dragon?* He quickly dismissed that thought. It felt wrong on an instinctual level. But that other word she used, god, THAT felt more appropriate, whatever a god was.\n\nHowever, between maintaining an air of strength and milling about in his head, Kresnick had completely disregarded her question of introduction."
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{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Seraphina laughed* \n\n\"A human is a weaker species than most, I can get easily injured in this state. Although the fact that I can turn from human to dragon seems to have you puzzled ill show you again its easy\"\n\n*Once again she turns into a dragon with minimal effort if she was honest she much preferred this form for it felt freeing to her.*\n\n*Letting out a massive fire ball she blows it towards a volcano to show that she was truly a dragon*"
},
{
"author": "fossilverse",
"message": "Kresnick watched the fireball careen into the distance. Strangely, the sensations of fear and doubt had all but left him. This thing, this human, no longer felt like a threat. The smoldering flames were completely extinguished now and Kresnick's stance relaxed somewhat. Was it because she told him that as a human, she was weak? He didn't know. She just didn't feel dangerous anymore.\n\n\"What is...\" He paused to remember what exactly it was she said, \"...A Olivia the god of fire?\" Something about the word in that had a bell go off in his mind. He wanted to know why."
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{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Seraphina quickly turns back into a human so she can communicate* \n\n\"You want to know my god then I will call upon her, but the fact that you have mentioned her name has probably perked her ears. Olivia I have one who wishes to meet you, please come and show yourself.\"\n\n*She watches and waits for Olivia to come*\n\n*Olivia shows up in a pillar of fire as the fire goes away it reveals the diety with fire red hair and eyes that were nothing but fire. She had on a fire red robe that covered her body*\n\n\"Why did you call me? And who is this lizard? Why am I coming to this realm to meet a damn lizard\" \n\n*It seems that Kresnick caught Olivia in a bad time for she was in a rare fowl mood*"
},
{
"author": "fossilverse",
"message": "The sharp tone and words did not miss Kresnick's ego. His eyes narrowed and on impulse, his lips curled and an avalanche of a growl spilled out from behind a scowl that would make most things cower. Whatever stance of growing calmness was quickly overtaken by aggravation, muscles tensing back up, claws and quills flexed. Yet something else caught his attention. This new thing, this Olivia the god of fire, had a much more potent scent than the human dragon thing. Practically the same, just stronger.\n\n\"I am Kresnick!\" The grand beast boomed, \"God of life and the wilds it inhabits!\"\n\n*Odd.* He didn't intend to say that second part, it just came out naturally. Was he a god? Is that why he said so? ***It felt right.***"
},
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Olivia did not mistake the defensive stance and the loud growl that came from Kresnick. She noted she was dealing with someone prideful, no matter that didn't intimidate her. She was still pissed off for being bothered, though she didn't understand why she was pissed off. The more she thought about it the more she felt tired and exhausted, she must have been sleeping*\n\n\"You think your roars and claws can scare me? Hmph! Think again KRESNICK, your not worth my time you can talk to Seraphina on my behalf I'm going back to sleep! For this mortal interrupted my sleeping and I don't take kindly to this!\"\n\n*Glares at Seraphina*\n\n*Seraphina pales at her gods glare, and runs over to Kresnick in a split second not even thinking moment. She feels a kindness that draws her to him that she doesn't understand, but she welcomes compared to her gods unusually cold demeanor.*\n\n\"I- I'm sorry I was only following what he asked of me...\""
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{
"author": "fossilverse",
"message": "The air crackled around Kresnick as he lurched forward to the crimson god thing. Embers beginning to dance upon his back again as he stood over her.\n\n\"**A lack of fear will see you killed Olivia the god of fire. Fear keeps you alive. Fear helps you survive. Fear tells you what is dangerous!** The world's shadows grew long and the very light around the trio seemed to cower at Kresnick's words about fear.\n\n\"**I WILL know more about what you are as what am I. You WILL tell me these things or I shall teach you how important fear is!**\""
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"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Laughing hysterically she pulls her sword out and in one swift motion gets behind him and has the sword at his neck*\n\n\"Fear? It's nothing to me! Besides how the hell can I tell you about yourself? Though I will give you this much your telling the truth so I will tell you who I am. I am Olivia god of fire, truth, and hearth, and you will stop threatening me or you can see your precious head cut off.\"\n\n*Seraphinas eye grow wide as she watches Olivia almost kill another god. In one quick motion she turns from human to dragon and uses all her might to knock Olivia off of Kresnicks neck and tackles her*\n\nENOUGH OLIVIA!"
},
{
"author": "fossilverse",
"message": "For someone who had a sword at their throat mere moments ago, Kresnick seemed surprisingly unphased. Certainly, he was still filled with primal emotion, but none of that had surrendered to any other feeling. \n\n\"Your disregard for that which keeps you alive will be your end. But words cannot teach that without ears, Olivia the god of fire...\" Kresnick paused, she had added a few other things to her name, \"...Truth and hearth. So I shall spare you mine.\" He growled.\n\nKresnick steadily turned his massive form to face the dragon-pinned god. The dragon-human thing... Seraphina was blocking him. He snorted, and with a slight motion of his head nodding to the left, the dragon was lifted into the air and gently tossed several dozen feet away. Nothing lay between the two gods now.\n\nKresnick lumbered towards where Olivia lay. \"I am Kresnick, God of life. God of the wilderness. God of survival. But what is a god? How is it that I know who I am without knowing what I am? You too are a god. So I ask you, Olivia god of fire, truth, and hearth, what am I?\" He stood before her now, still far larger and still posed in strength, but only offering a question."
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Cocking her head slightly she ponders his question, \"What am I? And what is a God?\" But the very questions puzzled her for if kresnick didn't know if he was a god then he was acting on pure strength and primal activity.*\n\n\"A god is a powerful being that controls a realm, a people and if your like me an ecosystem in the realm. How is it that you are a god yet you don't know what a god is? Is it because your just newly born from the tree?\"\n\n*Olivia's previous irritation seemed to slip away and be replaced with a curiosity.*"
},
{
"author": "fossilverse",
"message": "There was something about the other god's words that struck a chord with Kresnick. *A god is one who controls realms and ecosystems*. The thought sat well with him. He liked the idea of what a god was.\n\nOnce more, his hostility began to dissipate. \"I woke up on a branch one day, covered in amber and surrounded by nothing but branches.\" He answered, looking up at the tree above them. \"Since then I have wandered, knowing not of that around me or of me. But if I am a god...\"\n\nKresnick turned his attention back towards Olivia. \"Then I shall control a realm of my own and create an ecosystem within.\""
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*She nods her head, well welcome.*\n\n\"I wish you luck it wasn't hard for me to start mine I started with basic food groups, bees, birds, snakes, frogs. The frogs and the birds would help keep the population of bees under control the snakes would keep the frogs under control and if needed my dragons would keep the bird population under control. Quite easy.\""
},
{
"author": "fossilverse",
"message": "Kresnick paused for a moment, letting silence allow him to think as his gaze wandered off somewhere in the distance. \"I think... I will start with a tree...\" He told Olivia and Seraphina, \"It will be tall with long green leaves. I will plant it atop a hill and it will be mine... And then... I think I will make more.\" Kresnick trailed back into silent thought as he lowered himself and sat upon the ground, pondering."
},
{
"author": "jesusfreak0294",
"message": "*Looking at Kresnick she suddenly understood why Seraphina called her out of her slumber this is but an infant god. Satisfied she helped this young god start off she nods her head*\n\n\"Yes go and create use your divinity to create a realm and the divinity will help you get essance to create said trees.\"\n\n\"Goodbye for now Kresnick I will visit you again when you have your realm, you can show it to me\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Syrup silently and carefully steps along into the Hall of the Gods, her every step cautious, confused, slightly distracted by all of the scents and sounds and vibrations existing around her, the wood of the tree, the hardness of the building, the flesh of an individual brushing against her body.*\n\n*It was all so very overwhelming for such a young deity such as herself*\n\n*She stepped forward a bit, the serpents that made up her hair biting at the air, trying to make their way down her body despite being attached to her, some accidentally nipping at Syrup's skin. To the observer, she was a child, 4'3, pale skinned, with serpents almost twice her size for hair. She wore a filthy, soaked brown dress and a confused expression as she stumbled about the place*"
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*Blank walking carelessly, unknown to him, this is were most events or meetings happen, He passed up on this place so he can learn and gain power quickly. He wasn't to focused on where he was going but reading and looking at structures he can use or copy would help him if he was to get into a fight with another God.*\n\n*His body was actively changing color to match what was behind him or infront of him, kinda invisible but was like a distorted look. Like if you looked through a clear glass cup, looking through it. You can see through them just fine but it looks a little odd in some parts or weird.*\n\n*He bumped into the girl almost completely running her over as he is entirely a whole foot taller than her. He's 5'7. And snapped at the girl as he forgot he was already hard to see* \n\n\"Hey?! Can't you watch where your going?!\" *He said annoyed but then confused on why this girl looked so weird to him. Almost like he looked at a younger version of him but the snake inside him was outside on his head.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I-I'm sssorry- I didn't mean to, I can't sssee anything, ssstill getting usssed to thisss.\"\n\n*Syrup hissed apologetically, stumbling hard backwards and nearly falling on her butt as she is bumped into. She bows deeply, her hands locked to her sides, her head low, her back and legs almost at a perfect 90 degree angle.*\n\n *The snakes on her head snap towards this unknown figure before herself, smelling the air and catching onto Blank's scent, desperate to eat something, anything, as they bit violently and swiftly.*"
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*In his past life he was around people who couldn't get help for this disabilities and has a soft spot for those with them.*\n\n\"No! I should apologize!\"\n\n*He accidentally avoided the snakes bites towards him, his body going back to his normal colors. He had long black hair, dark green eyes, and was in a worn but nicely kept up camano. He got onto his hands and feet, and slamming his head onto the floor getting into a nearly perfect dogeza.*\n\n\"Please accept my humble apology. I wasn't aware of my surroundings.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Well, I guesssssss I can accept it. May I h-have your name?\"\n\n*She hisses in understanding, her voice a bit uneven and wonky*\n\n*Syrup ceases her bowing, unaware that Blank was currently smashing his head against the ground. The snakes on her head continue biting at the air towards where they were biting originally, but with less bloodthirstiness than before*"
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*Blank would stand back up. And look at the snakes, flicking his hair, and giving a confident smile at the snakes and winking at them. (Rizz) he fixed his clothes from the dust on the floor*\n\n\"My name is Blank Ostukota. I'll let you know that I am a god of serpents. Maybe like yourself?\"\n\n*He rubbed his head from a little pain but was fine soon after. Blank kept a little distance just incase he doesn't want to get bit as the snakes on her head is unknown to him, and he isn't sure if a God's poison can kill another God better safe than dead*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Syrup nods, then stops mid-nod to think for a moment, then nods again, then shakes her head, then nods again. She repeats this a few times, considering if she truly was one, then finishing the cycle with a nod*\n\n\"I am a god of snakes... I think. I'm also a god of reptiles... Whatever those are. I'm not too intelligent, I must say.\"\n\n*Syrup declares in her confusion, her body twitching as it begins to overload with the vibrations around herself*\n\n*The snakes on her head cease biting around and start staring towards Blank, then some of the other deities wandering around the area, as if locking onto them. The serpents then start to bite towards the gods, even if they weren't long enough to reach them*"
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*He would look at her awkwardly. Unsure on how to respond to her nods. He copied her head movements like if he got hypnotized by the motions until she stopped he stopped* \n\n\"Uh... Right.. Reptiles are like snakes.. But with legs. I can tell that you aren't. You havent told me your name yet?\" \n\n*He said jokingly, he doesn't mind people not knowing much as everyone isn't born a genius but raised as one.*\n\n\"Why are you twitching? You on something?\"\n\n*He looked at the snakes behavior, noticing they have a mind of their own, now that's something he wants to learn or maybe use to his advantage at some point maybe in a fight? Or just leverage*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Oh! Sorry... My name is uh... I think it was... Syrup? Yes, syrup, that was my name.\"\n\n*Syrup doubles back, reconsidering on if it was really her name, then confirming it to herself.*\n\n\"And I'm just... Receiving a lot of information at once, is all... I think I'm overheating a little bit. And I'm growing hungry...\"\n\n*The snakes continue to violently snap and bite at the air. Upon closer inspection, they were in fact directly connected to Syrup's head, so they surely wouldn't stretch out far enough to successfully bite you*"
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*He walked close to her and gently grasped her hand but didn't move just yet*\n\n\"Syrup sounds like a funny name, okay soup, may I take you to my demiplane then? It has plenty of food there, I changed a lot in it so it can accommodate living things.\"\n\n*He pulled her but was trying not to be to harsh as he noticed she's sensitive to a lot of things but aren't sure to what especially to the range of it.*\n\n\"I promise I won't hurt you as you seem to have a kind and naive heart. And your snakes seem to cute to harm. You should name them eventually or just give them treats or something-\" \n\n*He isn't sure on how to treat things connected to one's head. He is trying to be relatable to her problems or make her open up to him.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The snakes turn their attention to Blank, biting at his form with swift and ferocity. Their bites hurt, even if he was a god. Syrup seems completely unaware of their attacks, and against her fellow serpentine deity.*\n\n*She looks to be in thought for a moment longer before nodding vigorously, she was starved at this point, and if anything were to happen to her, it might be best for someone else who understands Syrup to be around if it did happen.*\n\n\"Sure, I guess. I wouldn't mind eating something...\" \n\n*Her voice was clearer now, more stable and understandable, less hissing, confusion and apology behind it. Her stomach growled, confirming her and Blank's suspicions.*"
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*Blank winced at the pain but didn't say anything, he can't be much of a god if he can't handle some snake bites from a gods head. But he didn't want to be bitten for a while so he walked somewhat fast.*\n\n\"Well I have plenty! Are you perhaps a omnivore? Or strictly carnivorous?\"\n\n*His voice was a bit of a higher pitch due to him being eaten by the snakes. But he does now know that she is hungry. Maybe he can feed the snakes on her head to gain favor from them too? He thought to himself*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Syrup walks alongside Blank, unsure of why they were walking so fast now in comparison to earlier, it being a bit difficult to keep up with their footing and understanding the vibrations in her environment*\n\n\"I don't know myself, I've never eaten anything before.\"\n\n*She thinks for a moment, seeing if she had to correct herself, and finding that no, she hasn't eaten anything since her birth.*\n\n\"Maybe I can try a little bit of everything.\""
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*He looked at her and saw her struggling then slowed down and just taking the pain upfront. He felt bad and just slowed down* \n\n\"Well I guess it'll be our time to explore and enjoy! Or cringe either or hahaha\"\n\n*He put his hand in her snake hair petting her even though the dangers*\n\n\"Your a kind heart\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Syrup looked confused when he called her that, but remained silent as he pet her head, mildly enjoying the feeling and smiling along*\n\n*She walked a bit slowly, feeling everything around her, hurting a little bit... Speaking of getting bit, Blank's hand was actively being bitten by snakes, and it was very clear that there was a small amount of minor venom starting to drip into his hand. It wasn't going to be lethal at all, but he might find himself not having a hand soon if he isn't careful*"
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*He let go then swapped sides now using his other hand as he started to cry from the pain but wasn't vocal about it at all. But finally taking her to his demiplane. The the holy place for serpents like them*"
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"author": "daecappp",
"message": "**__\".......\"__**\n\n*On the main trunk of the World Tree, inside the hall of the gods, sat Yvtarr. His light blue hair pressed against the back of his chair and his arms placed comfortably on the chair's arm. Here, the god contemplated... Everything. Life, destruction, mortality, his realm, friends, and more. He yearned for purpose, but yet he could only find himself building life inside his realm. Raising his hand to place against his head, Yvtarr sighed.*"
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "He has been wandering aimlessly for a while now, meeting various siblings on the way. Although they were pleasant, he couldn't decide whether he was happy to be the only god of his domain or be happy because he's got no competition. However , there is a domain he's never met before, and it's of destruction. Sensing the appearance of such deity, he would come by for an interaction. In modest clothing sewn by hir mortals, his presence signified by footsteps.\n\nHe would approach the new god with a basket of fruits, a pouch full of riches and a collection of books. This will be how he judges them. \"Greetings, maybe I can offer something to help you with your struggles?\""
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"author": "daecappp",
"message": "**__\"If you can give me purpose in this meaningless life, then maybe you can.\"__**\n\n*Yvtarr said in a calm, melancholy voice. Sitting there, observing the god before him. He was almost positive that he wouldn't be able to give what he's yearning, but still asked. His body slowly slouched in the chair, eyes as low as they can get without closing. The boredom that the Sea God was feeling was excruciating. It was the same thing as feeling empty inside. Soon, Yvtarr's eyes took notice of the basket that his kin held in his arms, but quickly dismissed it as it held no interest in his head. Why was he carrying the pouch around? This question lingered in his head for only moments until he answered his question.*"
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "\"All lives are pointless. Said many gods. Many others say that you can give life meaning. The real question is, what is the purpose **You **Can bring to** Your** Existece, that is beyond life.\"\n\nThe offerings are a medthod of testing. They floated around Kars, like satelites of a planet, evenly distanced but maybe a cover created from vanity. He believe that he could give Yvtarr a direction, or many but usually it comes at a price, a somewhat selfish one. For Kars, he has found his purpose in avarice, prosperity and economies, destroyers need to destroy. There are things that needed to perish, personally, Kars would love to provide a gift, he wouldn't do something so dumb.\n\n\"You are to destroy, then destroy. How gods execute their missions is based on themselves, it is you who judge what's worth destroying.\""
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"author": "daecappp",
"message": "*A decrepit smile crept onto Yvtarr's face, as if he finally thought of something to please himself. The thought itself made it hard to hide the expression on his face. Fixing his face, Yvtarr slightly chuckled. His hand positioned so that he could massage his forehead as thoughts flooded his mind. Kars was a right. A destroyer must* **Destroy.**\n\n**__\"And what if I judged that everything was worth destroying?\"__**\n\n*The tone of the matter that Yvtarr gave off seemed serious. Although, it didn't seem like he was planning on making an uncalled moves, or act on this thought to destroy everything... Yet. Yvtarr stood, revealing that he was around the height of six feet and three inches. He stepped from his chair and became face to face with his kinfolk, his eyes as sharp as a blade. It was clear that Yvtarr was still very young and new to godhood.*\n\n**__\"What would you say to that?\"__**"
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "\"One is free to judge and act how they pleases, but none is free from consequences. From equally powerful gods no less.\" \n\nKars saw the malice on the younger god's face, as he studied past interactions of gods, it was obvious that they are very wrathful, even the benevolent. He returned with a raised eyebrow, and a look of doubt and concern. There were questionable parts of Ytarr's statement, though, but he concluded that it was probably very good teasing.\n\n\"I'd say you destroy what you were allowed to destroy, don't pull back from your purpose but definitely be reasonable will get you far. With your fellow deities that is, if you wish for company.\"\n\nKars would step closer, he looked down on Yvatrr while being several heads taller. It seemed like there were not many paths to take for destruction. No ethical paths. Then it'll be understandable to do anything they must.\n\n\"Alternatively, I give you an offer as part of my own purpse, destroy anything that others would want to...\""
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"author": "daecappp",
"message": "Yvtarr thought about the consequences of his statement. He found out that he **Didn't care**. If he was made to destroy things then he'd do exactly that. His greatest gift to the world will be the destruction that ensues. Hence, God of Destruction. The destruction of matter and concepts. All of it. Everything needed to **Vanish**.\n\n *\"If my fellow kin truly accepted me...\"* Yvtarr paused, contemplating on the words that he was going to say next. Realizing that if there were consequences for embracing who he truly was, then everything was wrong with the world. It was Yvtarr's job to destroy that world. *\"They'd accept what I must do then.\"* Yvtarr continued. His muscles tensing up as Kars stepped closer to him. Was he about to engage him? Yvtarr couldn't tell, but he wasn't one for surprises so he kept himself prepared.\n\n *\"Cat got your tongue?\"* Yvtarr mocked, wanting him to finish out his sentence and not live him in suspense. If he was already speaking, why stop in the middle of your sentence? Yvtarr thought. Maybe he was afraid? Or maybe trying to avoid conflict. Either way, Yvtarr wanted to know what he was thinking.\n\n *\"Destroy anything that others would want to what? Speak your mind.\"*"
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "The day had finally come! Xantara was so excited that she had been planning this for weeks. For this moment to feel blissful and lively. From inside her chest, the divine blood that had rotten had finally dried, and in her veins there was new gold liquid replacing it, there were still small hints of death in her blood, but that was something that could be hard to see. The scent of vanilla and red roses filled the air...\n\nThe goddess of love was running from side to side from around the hall, as she was decorating it with flowers, and different shades of red, pink, and purple. Setting up tables, food, and drinks! Just like the feast she had once hosted in her realm, but this time it was bigger, and had a lot of food! As well as many decorations on the walls. \n\nIn her whole life had she ever planned something this exciting, after all, Valentine's Day was one of the holidays her people had created, and since she found it so sweet, she thought she would share it with the other gods. She was decorating all of it by herself, thinking about how not everyone knew what the true meaning of love was...\n\nXantara's eyes scanned the room. Then she realized something was missing! More flowers! As she opened her wings, she flew across the room, taking out some flowers from her realm out of a bag, most of them were roses and lavenders. She hummed as she decided where to put them... \n\nAfter deciding, she finally set them down on every single corner, it was a beautiful scenery. She was so happy, watching how she had set up her tiny party! There was gentle music playing and it could be changed to any of the gods liking. Her eyes were shining like two blue stars. She closed her wings and looked down at herself. She was a mess! Xantara chuckled, and while looking at the reflection on the water clock, she allowed her green hair to flow until it met her waist. The nymph then thought about a dress...\n\nThe longer she thought, she could only picture a beautiful purple dress with flowers... Yet she didn't know it if would make her look ridiculous. But in the end... She was the most beautiful creature in the whole universe, so it didn't matter what she wore. So, in the blink of an eye, Xantara was already dressed in a purple dress that was skin-tight on the top and loose and translucent at the bottom. It was so beautiful, that it could rival the nebulosas in space with its beauty. Then she fixed a translucent pink chal on her shoulders, just to give it a little pop of color.\n\nOnce she was ready, she fixed the tables and kept getting everything ready to welcome the other gods."
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"author": "emikaj",
"message": "The awaited day of Xantara's party had finally come, and the punctual Kamilrahma approached the Hall of the Gods as one of the first guests to arrive.\n\nThe Goddess of Death, as per the invitation, had also dressed up for the occasion - trading her usual short, cotton dress for an elegant silk gown. The gown was a plunging, shimmering gold garment, hugging close to her dark curves and ending just above the floor; when she walked, it gave the impression that she was floating. Her magnificent, creamy-white wings glittered with flecks of silver behind her bare back, and her graphite-black curls were meticulously braided and piled high in an updo, interwoven with fresh desert lilies. Upon her noble, warm brown face, pitch-black kohl accentuated her piercing, golden eyes - her white blindfold nowhere to be seen. Wherever she went, the enticing scent of lilies and anise lingered after.\n\nAlighting gracefully onto one of Yggdrasil's boughs, Kamilrahma entered the aromatic, arboreal hall; a pleased demeanor evident in her bearing, as she admired the colorful and flowery decorations Xantara had placed.\n\n\"I'm not too early, am I?\" She asked, her rich voice rumbling like gentle thunder as she greeted the Goddess of Love with a low bow. \"A pleasure to meet you, Xantara; thank you for hosting such a delightful event.\""
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"author": "shilosharp1038",
"message": "Munuth was the next to arrive. They walked to the Hall of the Gods and entered. \n\nThey wore a beautiful white dress, adorned with red embroidery on the top, and a wonderful white to red gradient towards the bottom with red leaves as details. The main part of the dress was sewn tightly to their body, hugging every curve. From the bottom an elegant chiffon train followed their every step. Munuth had a giant white butterfly sat upon their face, covering their eyes. They decided they should use their favorite flowers to decorate their horns and hair, Silk white lavender covered their horns and was weaved throughout their hair as the petals floated around them.\n\nAs they walked in they sensed only one guest and Xantara 'Oh my, here i was afraid i would be late and it seems I'm early!' Munuths voice was soft yet loud enough to be heard, their voice flowing like sweet honey. They then smelt all the flowers within the hall as well as the food 'I can only imagine the beauty and effort that you have put into this party! All the flowers and wonderful foods smell amazing.. Oh my i apologize, i haven't even introduced myself, let alone greet our gracious host! Where are my manners.' Munuth walked closer to their host and began to curtsy 'I am Munuth, Host of Desire. It's a true delight to meet you. Thank you very much for the invitation and I am very excited to see what you have planned for us and to meet everyone!' \n\nThey rose from their curtsy and turned to the other deity in the room. \"Speaking of, hi there! Like I stated before I am Munuth. It is just wonderful to meet you too. Lets say we enjoy the festivities shall we?\""
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"author": "tiri_777",
"message": "*The uneven trod of an unidentified God could be heard a good distance away, resounding throughout the Hall of the Gods with a shakey pitch. Said figure was promptly revealed, after a short while of the odd footsteps, in the well-prepared venue. Vakudar was the third to arrive.*\n\n*Their appearance was... Better than the usual, at the very least, limbs still disproportionately long and lumbering as he strode at the upper levels of 7-8 feet, with heavy eye bags, a sharp, daunting face, and a twisted composure laminated by an uncomfortably thin body. But alas, his hair was combed and tied, and he was standing mostly upright, which surprisingly added a notable difference in comparison to his normal. His long raven-black hair gently rested at the back of his elaborate satin robe of purple and black, contrasting his bronzen complexion in enough of a small way to make it fit together seamlessly, complimented by golden broaches and badges. Despite his poise, he didn't look all that bad, if not mildly to particularly offputting.*\n\n*Upon seeing that besides him, there were only three other gods, he breathed a relieved sigh as his shoulders slumped, before swiftly picking back up to make way for an introduction.*\n\n\"Ah, good day, good day! My name is Vakudar, 'God' of Thought, and some other related things. It is a great pleasure to meet each one of your acquaintances, truly.\"\n\n*Vakudar said, in a voice that very did not match his face, which was lofty and light like something of an actor or narrator, as it readily changed to an artificially pleasant tone as he began to talk. His face seemed to change too, to one readily adjusting to his ever-shifting tone, diving and raising in expression at every interval that even remotely conveyed emotion. Vakudar arched his back down at the final statement in some sort of strange semi-courtesy, gesturing outwards a palm-turned hand and a wide, disturbing grin, his sharp teeth jutting out from sickly pale gums.*"
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "The sound of Xantara's heels could be heard across the hall. She was so happy that people were starting to show up, as she saw Kamilrahma walk in, the love goddess, the goddess of death was wearing that silk gown, that made Xantara's 'heart' race. Her four eyes focused on her as she opened her wings. She was beautiful, after all, death was one of the most beautiful concepts and things that could happen to mortals. As she walked, Xantara's aura rose around the hall, she chuckled once Kamilrahma asked if she was too early.\n\n\"A little bit, my dear sister! But please do enjoy yourself-\" She saw her bow and Xantara, just smiled. Her four eyes stared at the goddess of death. \"Oh my dear... It is so great to meet you as well, my dear Kamilrahma!\" She said as she gifted the goddess of death a flower, as beautiful as her.\n\nOnce Munuth entered, her heart raced again, she stood by the side of the goddess of death, opening her wings! She was so excited, the goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood was super happy! Xantara just gave Munuth a gentle smile once she got closer, she hadn't met any of these goddesses before so she assumed they were newborns! \n\n\"Oh please, sister this party is to celebrate and enjoy ourselves! Don't apologize!\" Said the goddess of love, her voice was strong and it seemed to be chirpy and cheerful. \"You two do know how to follow a dress code! You both look amazing my dear sisters.\" She smiled at Munuth and admired her domain. \"It is great to meet you Munuth!\" She said as she looked her up and down with her four eyes. She opened her wings once again, flapping them. There has never been this much beauty in this hall before.\n\nXantara the goddess of love had a characteristic scent, her pheromones, which filled the room, a pinch of strawberry and vanilla. Her pheromones were everywhere, it was enough to make someone insane just by gazing at her, after all, she was the embodiment of beauty. \n\nWhen she heard footsteps once again, she couldn't contain her feelings. She was always so happy, some may even compare her to a puppy- despite that, she was still dominant in her stance, standing tall and not letting others overstep with her. Her eyes were filled with stars, and she looked Vakudar up and down while smiling.\n\nThe goddess of women looked up to Vakudar, he was so tall in comparison to her, just standing around 5 feet. The nymph clapped, and she just said.\n\n\"For Gaia, brother you look amazing! Apologies! I am just so happy!\" She said as she flapped her wings and coughed to fix her composure. This festivity was focused on love, and of course, it was Xantara's domain.\n\n\"Oh Vakudar! My name is Xantara!\" Her four eyes watching him change his expression! Oh Golly he was so entertaining! She said as she looked at the other two deities before her.\n\n\"Please, please! Enjoy yourselves! Take a seat, there are drinks and music. This festivity is to celebrate, me of course, Love! And my birthday!\" She chuckled. \"My mortals celebrate it every year!\" As she talked, some butterflies would fly around her head and then hide again inside her green hair.\n\n\"So, my dear siblings, have a great time!\"\n||"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "Pyralith did not oft' show up to events, and she especially was not the sort to show up at a *Romantic* Event.\n\nAnd in a dress, at that!\n\nToday, the Forge Goddess donned a new look. Her blazing hair, which normally was contained by a bandana that held it out of her face while she worked, was set free, styled in beautiful braids that made her wild and gorgeous hair seem a bit shorter. It was stylish, the end of each braid glowing hot and tipped with a flame. In lieu of her smithing outfit, she wore a sweater dress, a pleasant white that contrasted her dark grey skin. Orange fire-like petals decorated the expanse of fabric, which split for a heart-shaped window over her chest, and showed off perhaps a *Tad* Bit more skin than the Goddess ever had before, though not in any manner inappropriate. Her dress had a belt fashioned about her waist, a soft brown that made the other colors pop. From that belt hung a satchel of her things, one could assume.\n\nIt was almost a summer dress in its fire-like aesthetic, but that could only be attributed to the Forge Goddesses' fiery domains and temperament. Her dress, covered in petals and with a heart-shaped display of her *Bosom*, was *Certainly* Thematic for the event. It clearly wasn't something she would wear otherwise, as angry and isolated as she tended to be. Indeed, Pyralith even carried an uncomfortable aura as she carried herself into the hall with the stride of a soldier and the energy of an anxious teen. \n\nThe goddess caught the end of Xantara's words to the others. She was a *Little* Late, but she was busier than she'd ever been. Pyralith wouldn't have normally spared the time of day for such a thing, but it didn't hurt to make a good impression on the Gods who seemed worthy of making a good impression upon. Somehow she doubted the Goddess of Love was a hostile force as she deemed many of her other sisters. \n\nWhen provided the time and place for it, Pyralith presented herself to Xantara.\n\n**\"Thank you for the invitation. I was pleased to see it. You host a beautiful service. Happy Birthday.\"** The words came all out at once, as if scripted, before she presented Xantara with.. A gift! **\"I made this for you. Do with it as you please.\"**\n\nAnd in Pyralith's palm was displayed two rings, each depicted two hands grasping each other. They beamed with divine energy, and had some small amount of godly power within. They were beautifully crafted, and seemed to have been made with Xantara in mind. It was an awkward display of a gift by Pyralith, who spoke with a rough tone and a harsh inflection, even as she tried to perform an act of kindness."
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "The glamorous signs of Kars made themselves apparent, and predictably, he appeared in blinding light. A ridiculously tall being walked around the party, decked with everything one would expect Kars to wear. Categorised as obscenely wealthy, hell, even ridiculous in the eyes of others. They must've must've gotten bored of his style years ago, but only he could truly appreciate what he does and still choses to do so. \n\nThe sharply dressed deity wore a smile, long golden hair flowing freely on the back of a muscular, lean body. There weren't many here, so he decided to bring something to the party. Chests of goods out number the participants with books, food, drinks, crops, tools, etc. These gifts are more practical for the gods, and he felt like they'd appreciate it more..."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "Onesifi hated being late to any gathering. Of course, there were cases in which arriving just a little bit after the agreed-upon time was fashionable - but generally, it was always much more conducive to maintaining one's reputation to be punctual. And so, Onesifi came to the meeting as soon as they could.\n\nThe first sign of their arrival was a flag of silvery light - bright enough to draw attention, yet not so bright as to blind anyone. In the air, a hole leading to Onesifi's realm formed - but it was not the deity themself that came out. Instead, it was a clutter of adorable creatures, their body feline and their heads and wings those of owls, of all feline colors and forms. As soon as they came out, they would circle the portal - and, once it could no longer be seen behind the feline bodies, they glided down synchronously, finally revealing the deity of ambition.\n\nOnesifi heard the request for an appropriate outfit - and clearly decided that a simple ball gown was not enough. They wore a long, layered light blue dress, one richly embroidered with silver thread and complimented by an almost transparent head veil. On their chest was a silver necklace - an offering by one of their mortals - and on their face was a pleasant, yet ever so slightly wrong, smile.\n\nTruth be told, the deity did not care much for the theming of the event. Love was ultimately the greatest vulnerability one could create in oneself - always ready to be exploited, if not by your supposed partner, then by the third parties who would always seek a way to slander, smear you. They hadn't felt love in however much they remembered - and they weren't particularly taken by a desire to feel it.\n\nStill, in any court balls were the most important event, above even council meetings: they were a time to build alliances and find others' weaknesses above all else. And the court of Divinity was no exception.\n\n_ _\nNow that their extravagant entrance was complete, they turned their eyes to everyone gathered here - which was not many people yet. Half of the deities here were complete unknowns - probably some of the newer ones, ones that needed investigation. Kars, as a god of wealth, was a potential ally, even if they did not know him as well as they wanted to. Pyralith's presence was a surprise - especially considering the dress she was wearing, quite at odds with her gruff character. Obviously, it was not an unwelcome one; establishing a closer relationship with the dwarf goddess would be quite beneficial.\n\nOf course, these were not all the pieces on the board, and Onesifi had to wait a little more before formulating more concrete plans for the evening - but they had at least some information.\n\nAll the thoughts hidden by their mask of a smile, they curtsied, the owlcats around them staring at the guests curiously. \"Greetings, all who had gathered here. I have to compliment everyone's sense of style - we all look wonderful this night. To those I am not yet acquainted with, I am Onesifi, of ambition and travel,\" They stated, before stepping forward towards the goddess of love, \"Of course, what I had said before goes double for the hostess of the event; you are even more spectacular than usual, Lady Xantara. And so is this hall; you have certainly spared no effort to make it perfect for such an event.\"\n\nOnesifi whistled subtly - and the most striking of the tiny griffins, with a motley pelt, almost golden feathers and the sharpest diamond-like eyes walked forth, sitting right before the nymph goddess and letting out a soft hoot. \"As a sign of gratitude for organising such an event, I would gift you this,\" Onesifi gestured towards the creature that, as if by a command took to the air and hovered around Xantara. \"It should prove a reliable companion - and I hope it is to your liking.\"\n\n_ _\n\"Of course, if anyone else wishes to get one, they need just ask - I shall not refuse. The owlcats shall be... In that corner, along with one of my copies.\" A snap - and as if out of nowhere, another Onesifi appeared in said corner, and the creatures rushed over there, still under Onesifi's temporary control. The main copy, for now, stepped away from the spotlight, ready to greet whoever came in next."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Xantara was a goddess who was far away from being shy. She was a playful woman. Her eyes were watching every single god and goddess that arrived, and when Pyralith came in, she smiled. She had never seen her before, she eyes her up and down, and once she presented before her, the Goddess of Love looked at her gray skin, and smiled. \n\n\"Oh, my dear!\" She smiled when she got a gift, looking down at the rings, she smiled as she took the rings, and immediately pulled Pyralith into her arms, hugging her. Sometimes Xantara couldn't contain her excitement. \n\n\"Pyralith, I am so glad you came! And these rings they are absolutely beautiful!\" She said as she let go of the goddess, and chuckled, immediately putting them on. They were so beautiful! Xantara was always so grateful for every single gift she got. Her eyes shone as she looked at them, and her cheeks got redder. She was so happy.\n\n\"You are amazing! I would love to have some contracts with you in the future!\" She casually mentioned as she smiled at her. Her wings flapped in excitement and for a moment, the void pearl that made her blood pump skipped a beat. Her scent rose in the air, making it smell sweeter, it was a clear sign that she was very very excited.\n\nOnce Kars walked in she looked around at the cast of goods, and she clapped. All of those things were amazing. \n\n\"For my Gaia! You sure are thoughtful brother!\" She mentioned as she looked in between her robes, and some of her flowers guided Pyralith to take a seat, and Kars to greet him eagerly. Her eyes were shining and filled with stars, it was one of the first birthdays she shared with her siblings, of course, her mortals named it Valentine's Day. Xantara smiled and she tackled Kars into a hug. She was very affectionate with others.\n\nSuddenly a faint light caught her attention.\n\nHer dress was flowing slightly, she was a woman of great beauty, or the embodiment of the concept itself. She clapped once her gaze caught the faint light of one of the other gods, Onesifi. She clapped as she saw the feline-like creatures and their owl heads, she was amazed, every creation was... Wonderful.\n\nOnce again, Xantara was... Just filled with bliss. Someone needed to hold her, she was almost losing her air from all of the positivity she was feeling. She clapped and watched them get closer to her. Looking down at the owlcats, and her wings flapping in excitement.\n\n\"I am so glad you could make it Onesifi!\" Her voice got airy, and once they stepped towards her, she gave them a gentle yet sweet smile. \"Oh you!\" She chuckled once Onesifi called her spectacular, of course, she knew that, after all, she created beauty.\n\nOnce they whistled, her eyes opened wide as a tiny griffin got close. It was so beautiful, and once the creature hovered around her, she looked at Onesifi. \n\n\"I love it! It is so cute!\" She squeaked, and hugged it gently. \n\n\"I am so glad you all could make it!\"\n\nHer eyes were now filled with small tears that were actually blue stars that were dripping down her green eyes."
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"author": "tiri_777",
"message": "*Vakudar had been standing in the corner of the venue since his early arrival, maintaining his usual smile as he listened to all the other gods' conversations and observed the multitude of new arrivals. His toothy grin, until then still frozen on his face, fell to a modest smirk as he heard that this venue's purpose was supposed to be the host's _Birthday_ celebration.*\n\n\"Hm... I wonder if the offerings I brought were enough.\" *Vakudar said quietly to himself as he pondered the newfound information, as he had, in fact, brought a small gift to give Xantara as a guest courtesy to her as the host, but he figured that now something so insignificant may not have been enough. He thought about it for a while, thinking of the ways in which he could go and get an authentic gift from his realm as politely and quickly as possible, as well as what he should have given the Goddess of Love as a gift. Before this, Pyralith and Xantara's conversation was what alerted him of the event's true pretexts, which he felt quite careless in not finding out prior, but upon the eventual arrivals of Kars and Onesifi, Vakudar truly felt as if he should go out of his way to find a gift.*\n\n*Emerging from his little crevice of contemplation, he concluded that before addressing Xantara, he should greet all the other gods that arrived in the times since he had been a part of social interaction at the beginning of his arrival. Slowly walking up to one of the less secluded areas of the room, he first spotted Pyralith, whom he promptly greeted.*\n\n\"Well met, my liege. My name is Vakudar, \"God\" Of Thought, among others. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and it would be just lovely to get the opportunity to speak later in the evening. I love your dress, by the way!\"\n\n*With his signature semi-bow and assorted theatrics, he made his way over to a general area where a copy of Onesifi and Kars were both nearby and decided to make a brief introduction before getting his business all sorted out.*\n\n\"Good evening, my lieges. It is truly an honor to be meeting you both tonight. My name is Vakudar, \"God\" Of Thought, Creativity, and Individuality. I Do hope we shall all work towards good relations. And may I add, you both look splendid tonight!\"\n\n*Vakudar spoke to both gods with flair, before relaying his awkward bow and hastily moving unto addressing Xantara on the topic of him being unaware of the pretenses, letting her know that he would be gone briefly. With his heavy, unsettling stride, he made his way to the venue's host, opening conversation.*\n\n\"Hail, Lady Xantara. Your event truly is beautifully crafted, and you have done extremely well. The lighting, the exorbitant hues of the varying flowers, the sweet scent of the candles, and even the mood you've so masterfully propagated, in its je ne sais quoi. Wonderfully sublime! This all brings me to another matter though, which is that I had recently overheard that this is actually a celebration of your birthday, which makes sense in retrospection. Originally, I had only brought to bear this small gift of a book containing my realm's latest invigoration in our neoteric creation of Theatre Arts as a modest contribution to hosting the event, but upon discovery of it being your birthday, I simply cannot let myself pass by giving you a proper sample of Jaiskriti's regards and respects for you. I apologize for my lack of attentiveness at the pretenses, and I am to inform you that I shall be taking a short leave to get you a gift that properly conveys our sentiments. Do take care in my absence, my liege.\"\n\n*Vakudar spoke, his thespian talk notably more placid than before, while it still maintained its flamboyancy. Somehow, just the slightest changes in the way he conducted himself could alter his entire atmosphere. Upon leaving Xantana, he gave a quick nod to the two goddesses he spoke to earlier in the event, before tapping the corridors with his familiar, uneven pacing, before his footsteps swiftly disappeared.*"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "The Dwarf Goddess could only let out a small grunt as she was hugged, her singular arm coming about to return the motion after a few moments of stunned hesitancy. There was certainly a level of awkwardness to her, her face twisted into contempt at life itself. She held no ill will towards Xantara, and tried to clear her face of any emotion, she just wasn't used to.. That. She'd never given or been given a real embrace by any other than Ittou in the past, and she wasn't entirely sure if she *Liked* Being touched. How could she, when so much contact with her had been *Violent?* The goddess let off a weak smile, nodding as she pulled away from the hug after what felt like a suitably long moment.\n\n**\"Thank you. I look forward to working with you in the future.\"** Stiff and awkward, she clasped Xantara's arm in what could only be a sign of professional affection, as a dwarf might do. Strong, firm! The go-to when hugs were considered too weak and soft. Even then, the clasp didn't last more than a moment, Pyralith ducking her head in a small bow as she gestured behind herself. **\"I am going to go mingle. Enjoy your party, Xantara.\"**\n\nAs she turned, she placed her hand on __Kars'__ shoulder, nodding to him in greeting, though she did not interrupt his time with Xantara. Quickly, she put some distance between herself, following the flowers that guided her to some seating-\n\nOnly to run right into __Vakudar__!\n\nNot literally. She had the sense of mind not to *Literally* Impact someone while walking. That would be far too embarrassing and she didn't make simple mistakes like that. As he approached to make his greeting, she nodded to him, her face passive and set in stony seriousness.\n\n**\"Greetings. I am Pyralith, Goddess of the Forge. I'll be here for some time. It was good meeting you.\"** She awkwardly forced out, voice stiff and eyes avoidant as she looked past him, ready to exit the conversation. **\"And thank you. Yours- too.\"**\n\nThere was a long moment of silence as she stared up at the much taller God, acknowledging silently that he was *Not* Wearing a dress, but a robe. Without any correction to her mistake nor an apology for her awkwardness, she merely turned and stepped away, the speckled dots across her face glowing with heat. All at once, she could remember why she didn't go to events like this. As the Forge Goddess took a seat, she huffed, molten eyes travelling the venue. A lot of these gods smelled so pleasant. Did.. She .. Smell pleasant? Pyralith performed a quick sniff check. Like coal and smoke. She smelled fine, Pyralith reassured. People liked that smell. She didn't need to be *Flowery*, and her lip curled at the thought.\n\nAs her eyes scanned the environment, she noticed __Kamilrahma__ in the distance. Pyralith observed quietly, raising as hand in a casual greeting from across the hall."
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"author": "emikaj",
"message": "When Xantara gifted Kamilrahma a gorgeous flower, the dark-skinned goddess smiled; after inspecting it for a few moments, she secured it amongst her own desert lilies, scattered within her updo.\n\n*\"Speaking of, hi there! Like I stated before, I am Munuth. It is just wonderful to meet you too. Let's say we enjoy the festivities, shall we?\"*\n\nKamilrahma turned with a nod. \"It is good to make your acquaintance, Host of Desire! I like your butterfly; it gives you an air of mystery. Now, I'm off to try those drinks; I've never consumed anything before, so this shall be rather exciting for me.\"\n\nThe Goddess of Death and Mercy, poised yet soft, strode over to one of the nearby tables laden with drinks. After some deliberation, she finally picked up a crystal glass, curiously swirling the shimmering, berry-purple liquid within. She took an experimental sip, letting the sweet and tart flavors mingle on her palate before swallowing. \n\n\"Mmm, this is new... But good!\" She murmured to herself, and took another sip.\n\nAs more deities poured into the Hall of Gods, Kamilrahma thought that all who attended were elegantly dressed and awe-inspiring - each in their own way, of course. Her golden gaze lit up when she spotted Pyralith and Kars, and she waved enthusiastically at them before turning her attention towards the other, unfamiliar deities. She would have plenty of time to talk with them later; for now, she wanted to properly introduce herself to everyone else present.\n\nShe turned and bowed low to the other gathered guests, her wings elegantly sweeping forward before folding neatly against her back when she straightened up.\n\n\"Greetings! I am Kamilrahma, Goddess of Death and Mercy. It is wonderful to meet you all, and I hope to learn more about each of you,\" She announced, her piercing gaze flitting across every deities' face as she smiled kindly. How exciting it was, to see such a variety of people all in one place!\n\nWith her own introduction complete, Kamilrahma sipped her drink while listening to the others introduce themselves. One deity she'd never seen before, Onesifi, caught her attention - or rather, it was the whimsical creatures that hovered around them.\n\n*\"Of course, if anyone else wishes to get one, they need just ask - I shall not refuse. The owlcats shall be... In that corner, along with one of my copies.\"*\n\nUpon hearing the offer, the winged deity made a graceful beeline over to Onesifi's copy, admiring the different owlcats.\n\n\"Oh goodness, they're adorable!\" Kamilrahma cooed, tearing her attention away from the creatures after a few moments. \"What can you tell me about them?\""
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "A personal invitation was sent from Xantara and arrived in reasonable time into Any's consciousness for her to take the offer of the party up. Any was not a partygoer, but the moment shared between her and Xantara had stayed in the realm of her mind for a good, long while. She wished to arrive solely for the chance to converse with Xantara and digest the emotions she'd felt during their harangue, the complexities of which had left her in deep contemplation for many, many moons.\n\nAnd so it was, that a small void pearl would appear amid the party tables, food, and drink, and soon, the scent of wine would surround the pearl. A faint black fog coalesced unto the beautiful dark sphere, creating a body's silhouette that soon revealed the form of the Void Goddess, Any. Her beautiful figure hovered above the ground for several moments, before her legs changed shape and took on the outline of a short dress. Her legs slowly lowered onto the ground and poised her majestically, her faceless expression finally shifting as her eyes opened to their trademark stoic gaze.\n\nShe'd glance around for several moments, in search of Xantara. She'd spotted several other deities she'd not quite met before, but certainly recognized Kars and Pyralith. She'd never spoken to the two, but she'd heard tales of their exploits and had garnered a passing interest as a result. She could also vaguely recall an underlying urge to speak to the Goddess of the Forge, a result of her Demi-God's intention of speaking with them. Perhaps she could engage in conversation regarding that later.\n\nAfter some internal deliberation and careful observation of the surroundings, she managed to find Xantara amid the crowd. The Goddess of the Void was not fond of the idea of jumbling through deities and hopping through hoops to get to Xantara, so she'd decided to warp herself to the Void Pearl she'd given the Goddess of Love during their time together in Puksi'ik'al. \n\nResonating with the thrumming of the Goddess of Love's heartbeat, she drew herself into her Pearl and expelled herself out. She'd appeared spontaneously beside Xantara, bearing a gift of a bottle of Void Wine. A gentle drink that shimmered with stars amid the dark red hues. \n\n\"Xantara. When I saw your request, I suppose I had no other foreseeable option than to arrive as you requested. Please do pardon my tardiness.\"\n\nShe glances at the Goddess of Love, her eyes expressively smiling at her, before returning to their stoic gaze once more.\n\n\"I hope your heart has been less heavy, since our last encounter.\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*To keep a goddess of bloodlust tame for an event like this would be quite the challenge, yet Thana was prepared and had brought just the perfect plan.*\n\n*An enormous wolf like jaw snaps down in a corner of the party, acting like a strange curtain to hide the girl as she quickly updated her appearance, stumbling through various outfits without an end in sight. Only ending when something in her mind said this may have been right. A black scaled dress that represented a serpent. Whilst it looked grand, the fluidity of it was far from superb, a rigid item with little wiggle room for the goddess. The last time Thana had attended one of these votes, she had been relegated to personal attack dog after somebody spilt piss over the audience. Something was different about this figure, however. Her crimson tipped flowing hair had much more volume and a sense of sentience to it. Each strand seemed to move and writhe like snakes would in Medusa's hair. Within her eyes is an ourobouros of infinity, defined by a snake biting down on its own tail. These were signs something had gone wrong. Yet... When the jaw opened further, the true reveal was on display.*\n\n*A second instance of the goddess stood valiantly, adorned in glowing yellow armour, with a much shorter blonde haircut. Flourishing white wings extend outwards, coating the hall in a soft rain of divine plumes. Pure glowing eyes settle on the gods around them and, with a defiant move, this pure version of Thana takes the hand of the other. An intricate plan indeed, to purposefully split your divinity to root out the evil, then keep it close like a leash. This way, she had total control over her actions. It was a risky strategy, but with a few dashes and touch-ups the less than pretty and gore stained version of herself might just pass as a strangely long-lost sister.*\n\n*In both of the instances hands, they carried a small bouquet of thorned roses. The stems charred an ashen black, yet the flower at the top shines with a vibrant dark red that seems to glimmer in the party's ambience.*\n\n*In synchronised elegance, the pair makes a beeline for Xantara, eager to show off the gift and to potentially patch up any confusion caused in the last event. The angelic instance speaks out first with an inspiring tone, syllables are pronounced triumphantly and in good taste. She was clearly proud of her own plan.*\n\n`\" It is good to see you, and many others. I can frame my worries in no other way than this gift. The events that transpired the last time we saw each other were less than ideal. I hope these roses will patch up any gaps. \"`\n\n*The other... Remains harshly silent. It had seen Xantaras face before back in the Carnal memoriam. It had ordered her to do something, then she had fled.*"
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Suddenly in the dark, a few of Xantara's mortals walked in, one playing the piano... That in the honor of her birthday, decided to tell her tale of when Xantara was alive, something just the high ranks of her civilizations know. The Scarlets, a war species were now standing by the door, and gently enjoyed hearing the voice of the male Alux that was going to deliver the story...\n\nHe cleared his throat, and the piano started to play.\n\n\"Hello, my wonderful deities, now, music!\" He said before chuckling. \"In the honour of our great mother, the most beautiful woman in the whole creation... We may tell you a bit of her story... My wonderful mother...\" He praised her.\n\nXantara looked their way, her four eyes blinking a few times before laughing. She had told her story before.\n\n\"This story, of our great dead mother, it is a sad one, yet... Her power and beauty has rose.\" \n\nWhile the man was talking Thana had manifest near her. As well as ANy. She smiled at the goddess of the void and said.\n\n\"Oh my dear sister, it has been more than wonderful... You do not need to apologize, your mere presence already lights up this halls, my dear Any.\" She mentioned before hugging her tightly and turning to Thana, the wolf had startled her, and smiled gently. She was beautiful her attire was more than attractive to her. She looked at the both of them, analyzing both bodies. She chuckled and greeted her.\n\nShe staredat the flower, she smiled. For some reason that flower reminded her of something. \n\n\"Beautiful! Oh my dear Thana! What a beautiful a thoughtful gift from the both of you! I am so glad you two could make it-\" Suddenly she was interrupted by the Alux talking about her.\n\nAs he spoke, he chuckled and started to slowly reveal Xantara's story.\n\n\"She was a beautiful woman in the past... When a unknown man appeared in her life...\" Xantara's eyes lowered as she heard him speak. She did not want to hear about her past as a mortal at all. \"He was good looking and with a silver tongue... And without thought our great mother fell into his arms...\" The goddess of love furrowed her eyebrows, and stared at him.\n\nHer stare was deep yet, for some reason she couldn't stop the Alux. He kept talking.\n\n\"Her father did not like him, so both of them ran away...\" Her 'heart' was beating faster. Why did this people need to know more about her? She opened her wings and looked away. \n\n\"Sp they wrote a plan to escape, it was a secret, and her wedding dress belonged to her mother... Nothing was going to be wrong.\" Gently she could feel the breathe of death on her neck.\n\n\"Soon they married... Fleeing way from that place, and had two children, she doesn't remember their names.\" Xantara remained silent before her four eyes focused on the Alux. She had chosen him to give a speech, not to reveal all of her story. \n\n\"But where was this man she loved?\" He laughed. It was not funny. \"So when she was with her children inside their home, waiting for her stud... Who never arrived... So, she looked out the window to find him, and she could see his shadow, in a foggy night... There were more men with him, hiding with her children... And as she waited...\" The piano was turning suspense...\n\n\"She saw his shadow, it was her stud, and as she opened the door, her heart beated fast, and as she protected her children, everything went to dark.\" In the back of her mind, Xantara could hear her own screams and from her children.\n\n\"When she woke up she was already dead, inside of a fruit, her life was gone just like her children...\"\n\nThe goddess of love could not take it anymore, so she gently looked at Thana and then at her other side. Before turning to him.\n\n\"Oh my dear son, please. I beg for you to stop talking. It is such a b-boring story.\" She was clearly angry it could be seen as her wings fluttered. Gently Xantara walked towards the spot light, and said.\n\n\"My brothers, sisters, and siblings! Thank you for coming. Please take a piece of this cake, and be free to leave.\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "As she walked inside the hall of the goddess all she could find was the silence and emptiness. Maybe all of her siblings were busy. She pushed her way inside as she stood in the middle of the empty hall. For a moment she felt maggots running up her body, but when she looked down she didn't find anything. Bountiful harvests flocked inside her garden. The maggots felt slimy and superficial. Straining and artificial, yet all she could hear was the water of the clock. How much blood could someone draw from the flesh that wasn't hers?\n\nThen she looked down. Blood. There was blood. Was this real? Xantara placed her hand on her abdomen, as the water of the clock ran down. She caressed her lower abdomen, a seed in a mother. Memories evolve.\n\nMerging cells and flesh, creating all of their insides. What was coming? Merging spirit, mind, and body...\n\n She gently looked down. She remembered the water but now it dripped down her cheeks. It felt like bliss, she used to miss his kiss. But now, she didn't want to be mistreated. She was jumping over narcissists, her four eyes focusing on the water. She never knew what it meant to be content. She was speaking her truth. \n\nBut now, Xantara the goddess of love knew that she would never be mistreated, even if that meant calling her conceited. Loving her was lethal. Her hands caressed her lower abdomen as she looked back at it there wasn't that beautiful cranberry juice anymore. Xantara was back in the hall of the gods, alone but with the sounds of water.\n\nWas it all in her head? The woman lowered her wings as she watched the clock. Time... There was nothing else for her but time... The clock was ticking... She was a muse. But yet again, there was an ache in her lower abdomen... A vision came to her. She wanted to suffer, and cry under covers... She was a mother once again.\n\nIt was of a young woman with pink hair, crawling out from the depths of the Puksi'ik'al, half-humanoid, half-siren. Her daughter, another direct child from her.\n\nShe smiled gently, as she felt the vibes of this being. It was a nymph. Just like her, her skin is like diamonds and rubies. She was not sweet but... She came from a part of Xantara."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "In the vast emptiness of the void that surrounded the hall, there was nothing but darkness. Only the light of Gaia illuminated the space, encompassing the entire hall. However, this emptiness was soon disrupted by a small speck that gradually grew, a faint flicker amidst the darkness. It expanded, growing larger and brighter, until it transformed into a swirling mass of red, black, and gold flames. This energy soared through the void and landed near the clock, causing a massive shockwave that sent debris and energy scattering in all directions.\n\nAt the center of the impact point lay a God, their coat burned and charred beyond recognition, revealing the chiseled body beneath. Despite the injuries, a small smile adorned the deity's face, a joyous one."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Drink from the milk of the sirens. Swarming the sailors in town, strangling the fear of deciding which ones were deserving to drown. She felt the energy from her brother, and her four eyes opened up. It was Dagon, that man who was always so curious. Her wings flickered as she suddenly looked down and found red flowers above her body. She turned around, watching that small speck transforming. Engraved in her memory, is the harm that was once done. Her mother Gaia, watched over her.\n\nThe worst of a woman, who fights for her right, to be where she belongs at the front of the line. Tired of silence, she watched that mass of red, black, and gold. It reminded her of the sailors in her realm. The energy was enough for Xantara to move an inch. Her eyes were big watching the god, he was burned and charred, destroying his land. Belittling the hand of her feminine hand. He looked completely different, Xantara, the goddess of love, her tears was joyous and sweet like honey.\n\nAs she approached the man, she gently raised her hand, nurturing the man, trying to pull him out of his mess. She approached him with the intention of cradling him tight as if he were back in the womb. Her pheromones in the air, the smell of fresh of sweet strawberry, intoxicated the air. \n\n\"Dagon... What happened to you?\" She said in the sweet tone she always had. She was following that sweet smile. \"Lay all of your burdens to rest.\" She said, as she kept approaching him, opening her wings, watching him, wanting him to put him to the test. Her way of moving was gentle. Xanatara was growing to be more beautiful each day that passed, today, her hair was starting to turn from green to blue. Yet she was more than that. More than a pretty face, she was a mother, a creator of life. \n\nHe was smiling, so it made her smile as well, her hands caressing each other. She wondered what had happened to him, her tunnel vision following his smile and new injuries that were caressing Dagon's skin.\n\nShe fixed her white dress. Tell her how far obsession goes. Could've been more, but now they will never know... The energy was surrounding her, on the floor caught in the rivers from the tears she had cried, and will began to pour as she saw her brother injured. Slimy... And sweet. \n\n\"It has been... Some time.\""
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "What is the aroma? So sweet, and welcoming, yet familiar if trying to imitate a motherly presence. Ah and that voice, it made him remember of 4 piars of eyes, and a mountain of emotions, of sorrow, longing, all of it he felt surge in the being that approached his layed out form. \n\nHis smile faded as his euphoric moment was smothered by the aura of this other God, he would have felt annoyed, but he wasn't one to look down upon his sister in such a way. He rose as his tall form overtook her's, his back still turned to her. \n\n\"Crying a river of tears at the sight of your sibling in such a state? Touching...\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "She couldn't break the cycle. Was she just a fool? Falling down like dominoes, hid their family's jewels. Passing it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end. She smiled gently, yet she found it strange. The only thing they shared was their origin. He was tall and strong, yet she was small and extremely skinny. She found it strange... He was coal to diamond, sold to fools. As they were in the dark, it echoes in her heart... The harm done to her sibling did in fact break her heart.\n\nXantaea approached him once again, walking right in front of him. She was beautiful, but what was she going to do with all of her beauty? She was an organism, she was chemical, that is all. She was liquid smooth, a woman who was inviting to touch by her skin which was plump and full of life. She was at her highest peak, she was ripe. As a fruit about to fall. \n\n\"Oh Dagon, let me clean you.\" How she felt her river rushing through her veins with nowhere else to go, it circled around. There was a black hole between them. The night breeze was carrying something sweet, like a peach tree. Xantara was a wild woman, supposedly she was not to get the blues, but she had found out that lately, she had been crying like a tall child.\n\nShe gently cleaned his face with her white dress, she didn't mind staining it after all, she had to take care of others. Didn't she? She was weak, but she was trying to take care of them. But who did it for her? After all, she was so young, when she started to behave as a wise child, and now she had found out she had grown into a tall child. The ash was now impregnated in her white clothing, revealing a soft yet gentle smile. She didn't know what to do without her siblings.\n\n\"Oh, my baby...\" She looked at him, she saw him as her child despite him being clearly not. \"What happened to you, my dear?\" She said with the softest tone, as she let her gentle aromatic tears roll down her pink skin and touch the floor. Xantara was now attempting to clean his face and cheeks.\n\nShe sniffled. He was so hurt, she looked at his injuries, she wanted to cure him. With her hand placed now on his shoulder, she was suffering as much as if she had lost another son. Her eyes closed and she was by his side. She was losing by the side..."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"Ah...\" He mused as he looked up with his smile returning, recalling the recent memory of his battle. \n\n\"I fought a newborn... And he was amazing... That motherfucker was rocking my shit in\"\n\nHe scratched at his chin thinking of every detail of the fight, his physical form still shaking from the blows, it was a shame they soon faded moments later."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "He was so lost in his memories of the fight. Her eyes shine gently, by nature she treated him with kindness. Her eyes shine gently as ahe heard him cuss. She rolled her eyes.\n\n\"Who did you fight?\" She asked with her great big green eyes. Her hands touch his cheek. And she gently caressed him cleaning him.\n\n\"Tell me.*"
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"So intrigued are we? To know what damaged your brother? There's nothing to fear it was a friendly bout between two brothers\" He looked down at her gently gripping her wrist, and moving it aside, the dirt on his skin, and the damaged clothes he still wore began to steam and slowly disappear into sparks, cleaning him aswell as ridding Dagon of his torn and battered coat. Replacing it with a new one that appeared shortly after. \n\n\"What keeps you here?, in the hall dear sister?\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "She looked at him with her big great eyes. She didn't want to be alone, she wanted to steal souls and hide them in her treasure chest. She didn't know what to do, as when he gripped her wrist, the woman's eyes became surprised. This felt right, so she was crawling slowly into his veins. She was building a wall between others. It was not like her to be so quiet. So she was holding herself hostage.\n\nShe nodded, and she watched him get cleaned. What was it about him? She must be missing something. The air was too intoxicated to be scared. He was nothing but unstable, she gently lets go of his grasp. Her wings fluttered as she watched him get better. She didn't need a sinner to feel better. Her pretty head was hurting, she made the same mistakes, blaming her circumstances.\n\n\"I am glad it was... A friendly spar, my dear Dagon. I would still like to know who was it.\" She said with her big green eyes analyzing him. When he asked her what kept her there, she looked at the water clock. Too intoxicated to be scared...\n\nShe gently stared at the water clock.\n\n\"I used to float, now I just fall down. I used to know... But I am not sure now.\" She mentioned, as she gently caressed her white dress. She was an ideal, she used to look so alive, but now it turned out she was not real. She was a woman who had children, she was alive.\n\n\"I used to be... A mortal. Somewhere.\" She mentioned. \"I wonder if time will eventually make me return to that place. I wonder where... I came from. Yes, I am the daughter of our great mother Gaia. I am the goddess of love.\" Xantara said her voice cracking with confusion. She gently caressed her lower abdomen. \"I used... To have real children.\" She said, as if she had been stabbed in her lower abdomen.\n\nIn a weird vision, Xantara was covered in blood from the waist down. She could see this in the waters of the clock. It was dark blood... Fresh bright blood like red wine or pomegranate. She wondered why she felt that way.\n\nHer hands caressed her hips and she looked at Dagon with a sincere smile. She was grieving. She was sad, but it was... Beautiful. She was trapped in her mind with her thoughts, and there was nothing she could do."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"Goddess of love, your words hold both mystery and sorrow,\" Dagon replied, his voice calm yet filled with understanding. \"The path of remembrance can be a winding one, even for divine beings like ourselves. Time has a way of weaving intricate tales, and sometimes the answers we seek lie hidden within its weavings.\"\n\nHe took a step closer, his form shifting slightly to exude a sense of comfort. Dagon extended his hand, gently tracing a finger it to Xantara's cheek."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "She stared at the water clock as if she were catatonic. She didn't move an inch. Her wings gently lowered as he started to approach her. Xantara felt... Grief. Loss, of something she will never be able to grasp with both of her hands. Gently Xantara felt his words deep in her soul and his gentle caress made her weak. \n\nAs she lowered to the ground, she gently repeated.\n\n\"My baby... My baby...\" She said as she tried to reach something she didn't find. She was betting on losing dogs, she knew they were losing, still, she stayed in her place. Her four eyes looked at Dagon with gentle small tears. Tears as sweet as strawberry that once they reached maturity, they lowered from her cheeks to the ground. Her hands gently grasped Dagon's. Her hands were cold...\n\nShe couldn't understand. She was losing by the sides. As she kneeled, she felt that crimson holy liquid spilling from her body. It wasn't real. Just red flowers that grew under her. In the form, of a puddle of wine. Xantara had lost not only one child but two. Her long hair was covering her face, but he was so comforting. She had to look at him.\n\nHer soul was... Saddened. She stayed where she was. \"I had a real child..\" The Goddess of Love said. As she caressed her lower abdomen, the smell of cherries dissipated. Just a metallic smell came instead. For a moment she felt as if she were a mortal again, trying to grab the last instances of the life from her life.\n\nBetween her tears, Xantara went from a gently majestic cry to a heartwrenching one. Maybe that is why she reincarnated as the goddess of motherhood and love, maybe it was because she loved them so much, that she was not able to live without them. She kneeled in the red flowers that now covered her legs and waist. They were slowly rising from her feet to above. \n\nShe cried.\n\n\"My baby... Where is my baby?\" She looked gently between the flowers. Xantara didn't know what she was doing. She was looking for a baby that was not even real. Or one that once belonged to her. Her hands caressed the ground as she tried to rip the flowers off her body and the ground.\n\n\"Where... Is my baby?\" She mentioned, in despair. Xantara was always so worried about everyone. But when she had the chance to be left alone, that emptiness that even gods felt caught up to her. Her tears made the flowers bigger, and she didn't seem to move an inch. She just closed her eyes.\n\nAs she was kneeling on the ground she started to rip them apart. Not finding anything.\n\n\"I... Don't know. I need to find my baby.\""
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"Do not cry sister, it stains your beauty, the child you so desperately crave to hold once more is gone, if it even existed, but since you were a mortal returning to Gaia, then perhaps your child has aswell, maybe there's a chance you two will meet again. As they reincarnate just like you.\" He placed a hand on her shoulder gently comforting his sister the best way he could. \n\n\"But always keep your exceptions low, as the universe is still young and growing, patience is the best tool for all gods. For now you should focus on the children that roam your realm, guide them as any parent would. And maybe. Just maybe, you'll see that lost child once more, in one form or another.\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Xantara felt her hands shaking. Crying did stain her beauty. His words were cold and harsh for her. Suddenly she felt a black hole in her stomach, where her feelings sleep. The night breeze carries something sweet, a peach tree... Xantara, a wild woman, never got the blues... Right?\n\n\"I am beautiful I know... But what am I to do with all this beauty?\" She was a sad organism, it was all. She gently felt as the liquid dripped down her cheeks. His words were cold yet gentle. It made her picture her sadness, as he placed his hand on her shoulder, her blood was red, and she was afraid. She was a woman who had time to manicure her nails, she was perfect where her rivals failed. She was never seen as unperfect. Xantara was the image of perfection, and beauty, yet... She enchanted her clothes with the smell of vanilla perfume. She was a lonesome queen.\n\nTo be by Xantara's side, was such a change from the old routine. She looked at Dagon, as his words went inside her skin like a dull knife. She was expending her eternal life alone. Dagon was so sweet. Her four eyes were filled with tears. Maybe she will see that child again. Gently, this woman stood up. Her wings fluttered lifting her up, and she grabbed Dagon's hand.\n\n\"Thank you.\""
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"What is a brother for if not to comfort thier sister the best way he can\" He let his hand fall back to his side before he placed it behind his back turning to a formal posture. \"So, how had your interaction between you, the dragon, and the cloud go?\" He asked if she could recall her time with the two other deities the first time Dagon and Xantara met, he left before further conversation and was interested what his other siblings have been up too as of late. \n\n\"I heard the lazy one held a tournament? Surprising, wished I got an invitation\""
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"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "It was a fitting place for the Princess of Love. Flowers, and warmth, and brightness flooded her entire senses as she strolled through the garden. She lifted her dress, bunching it into one hand, and stepped in a small, trickling stream. She cared not for where it went, or that as it touched her skin it turned to steam and curled around her body. She merely stepped through it, and took one of the fruits from a tree. She had only been curious as to what it was, or how it tasted. She usually just came to admire the gardens, only for a short while, and then left. Her teeth sunk into the ripe fresh, the taste exploding in her mouth. \"Mmm.\" She couldn't help the hum that escaped her lips, her bare feet more aware of the ground and the tree and Gaia. It was deliciously sweet and savory but she was sure if she ate too much she would have quite the stomachache. Or would she? Could gods get stomaches? She wasn't sure she wanted to find out."
},
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*Another clone of Dezód had appeared back in the upper branches, not long after he had first discovered the act of splitting. Of course, this one was at least conscious, so it was already faring better than the last one. His eyes had focused on the garden almost as soon as he saw it - all that color was hard to ignore, especially from above. Taking a dive from the branch he was standing on, Azaleia could hear the woosh of air underneath his wings as he opened up, gliding to land in a nearby tree. His head tilted slightly at the strange fruit around him, but his attention quickly turned to the woman in the garden, munching contentedly on a fruit. Doing a bit of a gargoyle pose on the thick branch he was on, he looked down at the woman..*\n*Of course, the darkness of shade left only a few notable features visible to her - a silhouette of two pairs of demonic wings and horns, a wide grin filled with sharp teeth, and neon pink eyes that lit up most of the gods face.*\n\"Hi!\""
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"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "She savored every bite she took of the fruit. The juice dripped down her arm, her chin. She wiped it off, not yet aware of the other God's presence. She hummed again, taking another bite, licking her lip and jumping slightly as the god spoke. Her eyes turned upwards, swallowing the food down, and she returned the grin. \"I do love your eyes, hello,\" She replied, not the slightest bit perturbed. \"You were born. I remember seeing you. But, uh,\" She studied the copy's face for a moment. \"You must be a split. Or whatever they are called. I haven't attempted it quite yet.\" She took another bite as she finished speaking. \"These are good. You should try one. I might get myself another, but I am worried to eat my fill. I had planned on having something that was roasted later.\""
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "\"Ah, cool, thanks! I like your face! You were, uh.. I don't remember you, actually. Someone called me Dezód - well, I called me Dezód, doesn't matter who did it first though. Who are you? And why?\" *He seemed about as energetic as when she first observed him, anyway. Taking her advice, he took a hold of one of the nearby fruits, bringing it up and staring at it for a moment. Well, it looked like it wouldn't kill him, anyway. Taking a rather liberal bite, causing a bit of a mess, Dezód savored the fruit. Definitely was good, but what if he could make it better? Well, if the first fruit he had was all fermented, could he do something like that? Grasping the berry tight in one hand, the other moved underneath to catch anything. Slowly, Dezód squeezed, but instead of fruit chunks as expected, small stream of dark, winelike liquid came out. Tilting his head, he took a sip of the new stuff that laid in his hand..*\n\"Oh, wow. Didn't know I could do *That.* Hey, friend! You have something to hold liquids? You should try this stuff!\""
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"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "\"I am Azaleia. We never met formally, I only observed.\" She slowly, carefully, pulled herself into the tree. She was not so heavy as to make the branches break, and was sure she could make herself light as a feather if she willed it so. \"You are very peculiar. How are you doing that?\" Must have been one of his own powers. She did not have a goblet or cup on hand, but conjured one instead, dipping it under the stream that came from the fruit. When the goblet filled, or was near full, she lifted it to her lips and sipped. She blinked at the strong taste it gave off. Different from the fruit itself but still... The same. \"Here, you try it.\" She held the goblet out for the demonic creature to hold."
},
{
"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*Well if it could support a demon without issue, surely it could support her.*\n\"Same way you got all that steam and whatnot. Which is to say, I don't know in the slightest!\" *It wasn't long after she had filled her goblet that the stream trickled to a stop, leaving only things like the skin and seeds of the fruit. Dezód, deciding not to litter, decided to eat the remains of the fruit, before making a face and a mental note to never do that again. But, hey, at least he knows why.*\n\"Ooh, yes, please! Thank you!\" *Dezód took the cup surprisingly gingerly, careful not to spill it or accidentally bite the hand that feeds.. Directly before taking a swig that downed about half the goblet. He seemed to barely flinch at the taste, only wiping his mouth off with one hand as he handed the cup back to her.*\n\"Ahh, much better.. So! Why are you here?\""
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"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "She laughed softly at his response. She supposed she liked this other god - she had no reason not to. He had been friendly thus far and only offered sweet company. She laughed harder at the face Dezód made as he ate the rest of the fruit. As the cup was handed back to her, she sipped at it again, lightly smacking her lips at the taste. She couldn't quite discern what it was but it filled her stomach nicely. \"Oh, you know,\" She started, waving the goblet around in the air. \"I am just on a walk. I've not found it in me to create yet. I want to wholly love first. If that is possible to be done.\""
},
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "\"Ah, I see. You should try it, it's fun! I made these lizards, some plants - oh, yeah, I should probably make some more of those.\" *Looking around, Dezód took note of a few of the more interesting flora around. Recreate that, recreate that.. DEFINITELY recreate whatever tree they're standing on.*\n\"Anyway, anyway. Ayame also made this big fluffy thing called Fluffy, it's cool. Oh, wait, you know her, right? Looks like you, but more catlike? And also looks nothing like you?\""
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"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "Again, she laughed, her face filled with warmth from the conversation. \"Lizards,\" She hummed, not necessarily a question, but curious to find out more. \"I do not know Ayame. She sounds sweet. This... Fluffy? What is it? What does it look like? A fluffy thing named Fluffy.\" When not with Orion, Azaleia spent much of her time alone, wandering. She lacked companionship, and was glad for the company even for this short while. \"You'll have to show me the lizard things. They sound interesting. Perhaps I could take some inspiration from your craftsmanship?\""
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "\"Oh, you know. Scales, teeth, tails, all the usual. I call them Zandoli, they're pretty neat!\" *Well, he seemed proud of his work, as nondescriptive as he was being about it. He would summon one up here, but a small voice in the back of his head is telling him its a bad idea.*\n\"Oh, you should meet her, she's so cool - well, both of you are, but she's really cool. Anyway, Fluffy. Massive thing, you could stand on it no problem. Kind of a bit scaled and all that on the face, but most of its body has this like.. I don't even know what to call it! Hold on.\" *Concentrating for a second, Dezód held out his hand, slowly forming a feather in his hand - one with all the strength of a flight feather, but softer than down.*\n\"Like this! Maybe you could make something out of this, I don't know. Like.. Something with wings! Not mine, though, those are mine.\" *Handing the feather over, he looked for another fruit to magically wineify. After all, the stuff was pretty tasty if you could down it without flinching.*"
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Luella had finished with her current batch of species, particularly proud of herself for the Sporelings. They'd be fun! She hoped, at least. At first she'd just make one variety before adding a new type. Give variety. Add color. And as of now, Luella had returned to Gaia. The tree. She was a little curious to see if anyone else had spawned in. Not spawned really, but grown from a fruit. The idea of more God's seemed nice. Because it meant more friends! That was it was all about, really. As she had moved through the lower branches, she decided to go a different path and visit somewhere else new. She had been in the upper branches for a short while after she had been born but never had she been in *Here*. She enjoyed her stay with her friends, her stay in her realm, but the prospect idea of new people new friends new godly deities to befriend was a stronger temptation then anything. \n\nAs she walked through the gardens, cooing on awe at the endless supply of beautiful flora. It was all beautiful. She knew a few patches of her realm with vibrant flowers, but nothing matched the gravity of this. She was almost jealous, but found it more beautiful then anything at how it grew from Gaia. Besides, jealousy was an awful look to wear. Luella paused as she saw someone on the distance and instantly smiled to herself. Like her old meeting with Mr Bones, she waved and called out a greeting. \"Hello!\" Waiting excitedly for a response, she walked faster to get closer to them."
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*In the absence of, well, anyone, Dezód had taken to crafting new animals for his lands, namely a steady food source for his Zandoli. He wanted them to be a challenge, something worth hunting. Made every successful kill feel like just that, a success. And so, he designed them to be nimble, yet graceful, so they could scale the rocky wasteland with ease. They had thick hooves, more than capable of withstanding the damage of slipping and the heat of the desert. He figured to give them horns, so they may bear some aspect of him. And he made their skin thick, so that after the Zandoli were done with the flesh they could use the leather to strengthen themself. With a snap of his fingers, Doubkòn suddenly littered Dez Vegas, roaming like they had always been there.*\n*He had been enjoying the time here otherwise, even if he was a bit intoxicated from this.. Wine, he was gonna call it. It's a working title, don't worry about it. It tasted good, and that's what mattered to him. He definitely needed to make this a possibility amongst the Zandoli.. Maybe make it spiky, make them work for it. Or maybe they'll just eat the spikes, who knows. As he heard a hello, he snapped his head towards the source, seeing what could only be a fellow god. A new friend? Only one way to tell! Standing up, he looked down from his perch at the girl walking up to him, taking a few mental notes before hopping down to land in front of her, clutching a half full bottle of wine in one hand. Neon pink eyes looked at her, and he gave a rather energetic grin.*\n\"Hi! You're very colorful, who are you?\""
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "She took a step back initially as he leapt down from the tree. He looked interesting. She enjoyed taking in everyone's appearance, finding it fun to see how different they all varied. It was fitting, considering that they had different domains. Maybe that was why. If they all controlled one single domain like flora, would they all have a shared image? She guessed it'd make sense but it also didn't in a way. Unless there was someone who had a domain of mimicry? That'd be interesting. She took his little 'you're very colorful' happily, feeling a swell of pride. \"I'm Luella, who are you? I've never seen you around before,\" She hummed. \"Oh, and you can just call me Lulu.\" She smiled cheerfully. His eyes were neat, so were here! Neat eye gang. Neon bright eye scorching pink vs sunflower petals who wins???"
},
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "\"Huh, neat! I'm Dezód, from what I've been telling people.\" *He extends a hand, but with the palm facing forward instead of the side like you would for a handshake. Maybe she should slap it, I don't know. Her eyes seemed to interest him, making the feeling of neat eyes mutual. After all, they looked like flowers! That was sick!*\n\"I haven't seen you either, I would've remembered otherwise. But now we have, that's neat! You made anything yet? It's fun, you should!\""
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "\"Oh, cool!\" She chirped. \"Do you mind if I call you Dez?\" She asked the other deity, slightly tilting her head in a questioning manner. Nicknames were fun. Lulu paused at the strange handshake he presented her and hesitated for a second before giving him a high-five type slap. Maybe that's what he was looking for. She hoped, at least.\n\n\"Oh, well, I have 4 so far. Well, kind of 4.\" She shrugged. \"I have these really cool birds that can travel a lot and deliver stuff, and then!! I have these little people called Sporelings because I wanted my own like main species but I didn't want to copy anyone so I put a spin on them, y'know? And when I was walking around my realm which is this really cool jungle I saw some mushrooms and got the idea to just make mushroom kinda people. Sporelings.\" Lulu smiled, going on a ramble as she explained her creations to Dezód. \"And then I wanted to add more to my jungle and so I made these cute little things monkeys and they're like lanky but there's also some who are this cute golden color and those are tamarins, and I might just add some more animals to my jungle, but I also have these round guys that my Sporelings can actually ride them but if they're scared they bloat up.\" Lulu continued before ending with an almost out of breath smile. Excitedly, she spoke again in another question form. \"What have you made?\""
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "\"Don't see why not!\" *The slap seemed to appease him, as he put his hand down after she did so. He didn't quite get what the deal with nicknames was, he would've assumed gods would prefer their full names, but to each their own.. He's allowing it, but he doesn't have great reason to. Whatever works, right?*\n*As Luella spoke of her creations, his eyes seemed to light up - metaphorically, they were well beyond bright literally - as she mentioned such strange creatures. Bird? He doesn't know what that is, but it sure does sound neat! Mushroom? He thinks he knows what that is.. The Zandoli have started to take an affinity to eating them. Of course, that might be because of the effects they give, but that's besides the point. The possibility of those walking around was certainly interesting. And these 'monkeys', lanky climbing creatures, and some sort of round mount.. They were unique! Exciting! He could hardly imagine what most of them look like, but that was irrelevant!*\n\"Well, I made the Zandoli, of course! Tall, bipedal lizards. They like me, we're friends. I think. Doesn't matter, I like them. What matters is that they're cool! They could take on any challenge they wanted, it's great! And then, I was thinking about this, I could produce some sort of thorn covered plant, maybe with water inside? I don't know, something for them to have fun with! I also have some prey, they're cool. They have this weird like, toe foot thing? If it works!\" *He seemed just as excited to ramble about his creations as she was hers, only he never took a breath, at least not one noticable. He had nothing but energy with him, something he was more than ready to share with people he likes.*"
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu found herself happy at his own eyes lighting up - he was interested, and she was thankful for it so she wouldn't seem as if she was bothering him. If he wanted to, Luella would love to give him a little tour around her realm and showcasing off her creations to him. Lulu listened intently as he spoke, her expression being that of intrigue and interest. The Zandoli sounded very cool to Luella. Maybe she could take inspiration and make more animals like lizards for her jungle. Well, obviously very smaller lizards that could run around on the ground on 4 legs. Or limbs. Whatever the right terminology was. \"Thorn plant with water inside? It sounds like they could be confused before maybe cracking them open with rocks or something,\" Lulu hummed. \"Whatever helps them get them open, and then they'd probably wonder how water got into something covered in thorns.\" The deity laughed a little at the end, picturing confused lizards holding a thorn covered plant carefully with water in. \"But you should totally do that! It's a really cool idea.\""
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "\"It'll be a fun learning experience! Besides, they got scales. It can only do so much damage to 'em.\" *In truth, it would've taken them a bit in order to actually figure out what made the strange plants worth it, but the reward was great. The flesh of this plant, despite its tough skin, made them great candidates for one of Dezóds better inventions, than being the wine he was drinking. Speaking of which, he took another sip of the stuff, making a relaxed sigh afterwards.*\n\"Yeah, right though? It's such a good idea. We should take notes from each other.. Oh, yeah! I also made this stuff. You want some?\" *Dezód held out the bottle to Luella, which was about half-full. It smelled kinda sweet, anyway, it might be good. Whether she took it or not, it did leave his hand, although if she didn't it was just to set it down beside him. While the effects of the liquid definitely were hitting, he felt better than before. No worries, he'll be fine. He wants to see the sporelings, though. Maybe the sporelings could be cool. Or made bigger. Or psychedelic. Ooh, that's a good idea.*\n\"Okay, so, hear me out. What if we worked on a creature together? Or, like, maybe make each other a creature? I don't know, either one! I only got that desert out there, so my options are a bit limited.\" *He points to the southeast, towards a large rocks not far from the tree. The surrounding area, as predicted, appeared to only have sparse life, with only hints of green being visible from where they were.*"
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Learning experience? Sounded enriching! She wondered if she could do something like that with her little sporelings. Smarty pants sporelings. She wondered again about them, this time how they would name each other. Maybe just mushroom themed. Lulu's eyes drifted over to the wine he was drinking, and felt more curiosity bubble inside her as she didn't recognize the liquid. What *Was* That? The question lingered in her mind, and was thankfully answered only a few seconds later with the proposition of her wanting some. \n\n\"Oh, sure.\" She smiled, holding out her hands. But, she definetly agreed with the notion of notes from each other - that would be very cool. Their realms could have similar elements and people would go 'huh, wonder why' but really it was because of the two being awesome friends and liking each other's ideas. But, speaking of the drink, she liked the sweet smell of it. It had to be good if he had drank this much. She held it in her hands and examined it a little before Lulu took a swig. The friendship deity felt no affects yet, so she just enjoyed the taste of it. She perked up when Dezód began speaking again and she listened intently once again. Her eyes widened in awe at the idea and she smiled more and nodded - working together on a creature would be *So*Cool. Already her mind began to fuzz with ideas. Chimera? Smooth blended hybrid? Or a well rounded creature that could survive in her realm and Dezs? But she also liked the idea of making a creature for him while he made one for her. It'd be like a creature exchange! \n\nLulu followed his pointed finger to the desert he pointed to and she laughed a little. \"I'm in the east too. Maybe our realms are close?\""
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "\"That's what it's about, you already know.\" *Definitely wine, anyway. Better than water, but of course this batch was summoned by the god himself, removing any risk of it being bad. The idea of letting his people learn all sorts of stuff was one of the main reasons he even made them. After all, not even he knows some of the stuff he should, why not make a group that could help him learn through their experiences? In addition to himself learning, anyway. Like he's doing right now!*\n*He seemed to be thinking as well, both in terms of hybrids and non-hybrids. On one hand, something perfectly adapted to both environments would be sick. On the other, something from her mind while she has something from his would be.. Excellent. He doesn't quite know what her lands look like, but maybe he can find out. Especially after she mentioned she was vaguely in the same direction as he was.*\n\"Well, where are you at? Maybe our guys can meet each other!\""
},
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu laughed a little at his comment. She liked the drink, Lulu decided as she took another swig. The deity paused as he asked and she hummed. \"Eastward. Like, east east? I know there's a realm next to me too but I haven't seen it. But that'd be cool! I'd love for them to meet.\" Lulu chirped. She wondered how the interaction would go - but she very much wanted to watch. \"We could also do both, with the hybrid and exchange ones!\" She *Really* Liked the idea. Both with the prospect of populating her jungle with something new and making something for someone else. She had more species ideas, but didn't want to exert herself and get fatigued. \"I can take you to my realm if you want,\" Luella smiled. She'd love to give a tour, and to show the big tree in the middle."
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{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones had sent out another fragment of himself to explore the rest of the world tree. On his previous descents he had noticed a few interesting looking areas nestled between various branches. A room that looked like a meeting area was one of them, though Mr Bones currently had no meetings that he intended to create or attend. The other was a garden. For now, the skeleton god was inclined to visit the garden and see if there were any interesting plants he could bring back to the desert."
},
{
"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot continued to stroll about in leisure, not nearly half as interested in this mass ritual that seemed to happening as others- or, more aptly, the meeting part. Almost instantly bored, he had left behind a shell to deal with the lull of formalities while he directed his main attention towards other amusements.\n\nHe came to a second pause in his wandering to watch yet another god tread along Gaia's branches. This one he had not seen yet, one that had not been among the others in the great hall; an anomaly. Interesting.\n\nThe raven-titan skulked forward towards the center of one terrace, almost an exact parallel to the skeletal entity's position. Upon catching the other god's eye, Aphot would incline his head in a nod of greeting."
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones was slowly looking through the flowers as he saw the newcomer walked in. He slowly turned around, attempting to gauge as much as he could about the god by their appearance. Raven skull- could be omens, could be death, perhaps even spirits or prophecy. The skeleton god slowly waved a hand in greeting as he walked towards the new face. Multiple limbs, that was likely meant to represent immense power or influence over thei rrealm. Though Mr Bones could not fully guess what this deity would have power over. \n\"Hello there. My name is Mr Bones, I am the god of the dead, undead and dying. Who are you?\""
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "\"Aphot,\" Came the smooth reply. \"God of Knowledge. A pleasure to meet you. Enjoying a bout of solitude amid the Earthmother's bounty?\" His multitudinous gaze swept across the broad expanse of glossy greenery and supernal flora, not for the first time basking in the sheer immensity of it. Would that soothing, refreshing exhilaration ever cease?\n\n\"The others seem greatly occupied with their ritual. I take it you have other interests?\" An understandable sentiment. It was good to see that not all of his brethren were on some simultaneous wavelength."
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "God of knowledge, not fully what Mr Bones was expecting given the somewhat uncanny appearance but it wasn't too far off either. The skeleton leaned his head to the side slightly, thinking for a bit. He hadn't heard of any ritual. To his knowledge the only ritual-esque thing that had happened so far was Mr Bones' deal with Wyrd. \"It is a pleasure Aphot. I am merely here to explore the tree, I haven't quite had the time to look over all of it. I've been rather busy I suppose. I'm afraid I don't know about the ritual you are referring to. Could you tell me about it?\""
},
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "\"It is quite magnificent, isn't it?\" Aphot intended to do much exploring in his own expeditions, but all things would happen in their own time. He was mildly surprised by the bone god's question- perhaps the gods did not naturally keep each other in the loop? He supposed with what he's witnessed so far, it made sense.\n\n\"A goddess called Vivienne has requested many presences to aid her in her wish to give dreams to the entirety of the mortal populace.\" A dubious project at best, in his personal opinion, but he seemed the only one to think so. \"Particularly prophetic ones. She foretells of a cryptic future doom that threatens us and our creations and believes this cause to grant them insights to their futures.\"\n\nHe glanced back to where he'd came from, where he could sense the congregation still mingled. \"They plan to migrate to her realm and sleep to tear down veils between realities- from what I gather from her speech, anyway. I have not yet decided if I wish to join them or not.\""
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "\"Well, let's see, are you.. Right there?\" *Dezód pointed a bit up, towards a forest not far from the rocks he had mentioned. He didn't know if he was right, but if he was.. That was cool! They were neighbors, more or less! That'd make it so much easier to make something for both of them. Already, he was thinking of something for their land. Maybe it could be somewhat like mushrooms, but able to bury in the sand? The possibility is interesting!*\n\"Oh, we can totally do both! That'd be so neat! All we need is to- yeah, that!\" *He seemed a little giddy, and also a little drunk. Not enough to be stupid, just enough to be.. More excitable than usual, if that was even possible.*\n\"Love to, excellent idea. We can figure something out. Like.. Bugs! Bugs that can hide in sand.\""
},
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "\"Oh, yes!\" She smiled excitedly. \"I'm right there.\" It looked like they *Were* Neighbors! Lulu could visit him, or their species could visit. Sporelings befriending Zandoli sounded amazing. She didn't seem to mind his giddy attitude and almost matched it in terms of excitement and happiness. Her own mind came up with various ideas. A creature that could withstand humidy and heat. Maybe something that could burrow and hide in tunnels because of intense desert heat. Or something that could run freely around! Maybe short furred or little to no fur. \n\n\"Bugs? I haven't made bugs yet,\" She hummed. \"I was thinking maybe something that could hide in the sand but actually like, make tunnels? So it'd just be under the sand in the ground with the Zandoli kind of unaware on the surface? Because I was imagining that'd the only way you could tell would be a single hole and everything else is underground,\" Lulu hummed. \"Maybe they could be bugs, too!\""
},
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones idly tapped his fingers against his ribs. So there were gods planning on working together to such an extent that the entire tree would be affected. How interesting. While tearing down the veil between realities did sound like something that the skeleton god would want to observe, it was ultimately meaningless to him. The skeletons of the desert did not need to sleep, Mr Bones wasn't even sure if the skeletons *Could* Sleep. While watching the effects of the magic washing over his land and seep into his sentients would be interesting, Mr Bones was somewhat uncomfortable with allowing unknown gods access to the minds of his skeletons.\n\n \"For this... *Dreaming ritual*. Do you know if they truly intend to make all sentients have these dreams? Can the participating gods affect them? Hypothetically, could one ward against this ritual? While I'm certain the goals of the gods are benign, I'd rather not allow unknown influence into my realm. It seems pragmatic. Do you know what kind of doom?\"\n\n Mr Bones was familiar with many an apocalyptic doom. In his dealings with the dead he had heard tales about natural disasters, great beasts and entire countries seemingly just keeling over and dying. But he wasn't sure how any of them would make it here, or be enough of a threat that multiple gods needed to work so close together."
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "\"Oh, sick! They don't even have to walk that far to see each other!\" *The Zandoli admittedly might try and fight the Sporelings out of boredom, but, as their wisest mortals would say, it is what it is. Just a greeting, of sorts. Slightly more painful, but a greeting nonetheless. Anyway, the bugs seemed like a more than interesting idea, to him at least. An underground creature.. Yes, he hadn't considered that yet. That would be an excellent addition, albeit a potentially dangerous one. It's cool, though, he likes it!*\n\"Yes, yes, they could be. I had a different plan, one that would suit both of us rather well. Perhaps mushrooms on its back, but the sandy color of the rocks. One that would blend in well, stroking foes down with a poisoned tail. Well, certain types of poison, psilocybin specifically - but that's irrelevant, it could kill prey and nothing more. Of course, we could probably discuss this in your realm, cause I'm tempted to start messing with those people.\" *'Those people' he refers to with a nod in their general direction, those being fellow gods Aphot and Mr. Bones, having whatever conversation they were having by themselves. He was tempted to steal the boney ones skull, just to see what would happen, but that serves as his main motivation for leaving.*"
},
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu might be slightly horrified at the display of violence with fighting the Sporelings - they wouldn't be able to protect themselves that much, seeing as they weren't that incredibly durable. Maybe ask Dezód for help to get his Zandoli's to stop. She'd just have to learn the meaning of it is what it is. But, fighting not that very friendly. Her eyes lit up at his mention of different plan, sparking with more interest. \"Oh, cool!! I have something similar with poison with my like, Fluffer things, but they're for self-defense. I've never heard of psilocybin though,\" She hummed a little at the end, sounding a bit confused. \"What are the effects of psi- psylo? Psilocybin?\" Lulu hesitated as she struggled to say the word again, and frowned a little before looking over at 'those people.' She smiled instantly as she recognized the skeleton and turned back at Dezód. \"Hes my friend! Mr Bones. It's his name. I've never seen the other one.\" Luella had a to-do list, and on it was mainly gifting her skelly friend a bracelet. Friendship bracelet, to be precise. \n\n\"But, sure, I'd love to show you my realm.\" Lulu hummed, eager to return to showcase her place. Hopefully he'd find it neat. \"Maybe we could hang out at the border of our two realms if they touch?\" The friendship deity offered, looking back towards the east. Excitement buzzed in her head, eager to set off. Maybe when she gets back and they have their little discussion, she could also make a list of all her friends. As well as who needs a bracelet and who already has one."
},
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*I mean, they'll probably stop once one of them starts crying? Can they even cry? I don't think lizards have tear ducts so obviously the Zandoli can't cry, they just stop when asked, so it'll probably just be a weird first encounter that probably will not end in war. You never know, though. Also, how easily does a mushroom bruise? I feel like they'd be somewhat durable if they have mushroom strength. That's just me though.*\n\"Okay, so. Have you ever wanted to experience the world, but more so? Then you should try it. Not too much though, too much can lead to.. Interesting side effects. Namely you start thinking fantasy is reality, which leads to all sorts of situations you'd be able to imagine. How did I know that?\" *Truly, a god of indulgence. Even his subconscious memories are ones of drug effects.*\n\"Mr. Bones, huh.. Yeah, that makes sense.\" *Again, being racist to skeletons. Maybe he doesn't like them because there's so little of them. He nods at the skeleton, even if they can't quite see him. Looks like he'd have to meet both of them.. Later, later. He's got work to do right now.*\n\"Sure, sounds good. I'll, uh, see you there. I wanna test something out!\" *He starts stretching his wings as he finishes up his sentence, making it very clear what he wants to test out. Going towards the nearest edge, he looks down, trying to make a few quick, mildly intoxicated calculations. He could probably glide that, but where's the fun in that? He's gonna at least try to fly somewhat. He turns around, outstretching his wings, his back to the empty air behind him.. He salutes to Luella, before dropping off backwards, starting to glide to the borderlands between his and her realms. Any ideas he had were on pause - for now, he just wanted to enjoying the power of flight.*"
},
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "\"Yes, that appears to be their goal. It has been implied that those who aid her will have considerable influence over this dream-plane.\" Aphot's eyes narrowed at the distance, shadowed in thought. \"It seems the plane will have reach in all of our realms whether its existence is desired or not. Whether it can be selectively avoided or negated, it is not yet affirmed.\"\n\nUpon inquiry of the doom Vivienne spoke of, he shook his head. \"The goddess who foretold it only said that upon her awakening, she saw a great power of unimaginable hatred and rot that will menace us all. She did not elaborate further. She believes this... Threat can be guarded against by providing mortals with prophetic insight in their slumber.\" A sliver of distaste entered his tone, hinting at his disagreement. \"She and some others seem... Very *Attached* To their creations.\"\n\nNot that Aphot didn't care for his own. He thought his were many things- endearing, fascinating, amusing- but worthy of granting considerable powers? That remained to be seen. \"I possess a gift similar to hers, yet I have not seen what she speaks of. I can only assume that means either Gaia has not seen fit to allow me insight, or Vivienne has constructed a convenient lie. Whatever the case, she seems to have most of the others convinced.\"\n\nHe glanced back at Mr Bones, now curious as to his opinion on the matter. The bone god seemed about as warm to the idea as he was, but perhaps there were other musings to be spoken of. \"I questioned her on the basis of this plan, but only received vague platitudes about 'trusting in our mortals' as an answer. Her only promise so far has been that it will not interfere with the inevitability of death itself.\" The equivalent of saying that the pebble will not stop the river. \"I didn't feel bothered enough to further debate the matter, but I imagine it will be quite a sight to witness.\""
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "That was annoying. What the gods were doing posed a minor, but very annoying, threat to the sovereignty of Mr Bones' land. Ensuring that things would still die was fine, Mr Bones doubted that any number of gods would be able to truly remove death from this land anyway. Perhaps he would need to talk to this 'Vivienne', see if an arrangement could be put in place. \"That's all very interesting, thank you. Do you have creations of your own? While I understand that it may seem a bit strange to actively go out of your way to protect your sentients, there is a certain level of satisfaction that one can gain by leading a civilisation. You may not yet understand, but I assure you that you will. Eventually.\""
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot took Mr Bones' words into deep consideration. \"Yes,\" He replied eventually. What exactly they *Were*, well, even he had yet to fully decide. To Aphot, they were little more than fun projects, whose value was entirely based on how enlightening their results were. To consider their worth beyond that was indeed a new perspective to ponder.\n\n\"It does seem a peculiar sentiment to me, I admit. Not that I *Encourage* Mortal detriment, necessarily, however...\" He couldn't truthfully say he'd be too terribly concerned if his own mortals perished, though he understood it would not exactly be the most beneficial of events. He recognized the importance of their faith, of course, but... There was a disconnection somewhere, some missing link preventing him from forming that emotional connection.\n\n*Emotional connection.* Perhaps therein lay the issue: Aphot was not a god of significant emotion. Maybe he had some laying around somewhere within the unexplored crevices of his divine soul, but if so, it had not come to light yet. \"I find it interesting to watch their natural progress,\" He began to explain as the answers came to him in an instant. \"I feel that their survival is something they themselves must own. How they go about it and whether they succeed or fail in that endeavor are only variables that collectively contribute to the greater equation as a whole. An advantage freely given unnecessarily tampers with the value of a natural result, and thus tainting what knowledge can be gleaned from it.\"\n\nHe tilted his head inquisitively, the unmitigated curiosity that was in place of a conscience flaring in earnest. \"Do you cherish your mortals, then, as the others do? What is it you do with them, if not to observe how they uniquely conduct themselves?\""
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"Hmm, I suppose that I do cherish my mortals to a certain extent. While I will not guide all of their development nor will I guard them from their own mistakes, I will still attempt to ensure that any of my sentients' failings are their own. Not due to another god wanting to wipe out thousands of skeletons at once. My purpose with my sentients is to merely guard them. The dead have had to deal with enough already, the afterlife does not need to be cruel. As gods we need to look after this world. It would be improper to destroy such a wonderful new place, don't you agree?\""
},
{
"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Mr Bones spoke sense. To stand by in complete indifference to their fates *Would* Be rather counterintuitive- and surely, Gaia did not birth all that was simply to have it waste away. Aphot nodded once more in agreement. \"Yes, you are right. It would be quite an undue injustice.\"\n\nWhat a stimulating insight. He had learned much in this short venture of mingling with his kin; perhaps an endeavor worthy of repeat? Nonetheless, he supposed the purpose of this exchange was nearing its end. \"So many new and enlightening happenings, with more on the way. I am eager to see what they bring.\"\n\nA lower hand swept outward to pluck a brilliant pink honeysuckle from its stem, delicately twirling it between tapered claws as he idly inspected it. \"I suppose I should let you resume your foraging, unless their dream-ritual has piqued your interest. In which case, I would recommend an expedient haste, as I do believe they intend to began it very soon.\""
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones dismissively waved his hand. \"I'm not going to worry about it much. In time, I will deal with it one way or another. It shouldn't be a problem for a while anyway. Thank you for your help friend. I hope we meet each other again soon.\"\nThe skeleton god turned his back to the bird god as he continued to pick through flowers and bushes. He could sense that some of the flowers would have an adverse effect on sentients. Likely, even a little bit of exposure would turn any mortal insane by merely being in its presence. Maybe he could create a similar plant that had a similar effect but only on sentients that needed to breath. He plucked a few flowers and took a couple branches, before turning and falling in the void back towards the desert."
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{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica entered the Gardens of Gaia in his fox form. He hadn't been here before, so he was eager to see what it was. The Garden he was roaming now certainly lived up to his expectations- the most beautiful plants he'd ever seen grew along the pathways, emanating a, quite literally, divine mixture of smells. It wasn't overwhelming though, not even to his fox nose. It simply seemed right for this place. No other smell, nor any other plants, would create a place as wonderful as this.*"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "As ica entered the garden he would notice the large viper lazily draped over the branches of a fruit tree the half eaten remains of some fruit said viper was white with golden highlights running down its back lazily flicking its tounge out tasting the air as a eye cracked open glancing at the fox and slowly shifted its head to get a better look yawning as it does showing its large fangs and forked tounge the way the serpent slept and moved reminded the ice god of a certain gold haired god of monsters.\n\nAs the snake moved its tail reached out and plucked another fruit from a branch taking a bite from it and held it in its coils juce pittering to the ground as it watched the fox"
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*In a small open space, Ica found another god, in snake form, in a tree. They were white, with golden highlights. In a way, Ica was reminded of the god he'd met just after his birth- they'd had golden hair and light skin. Was this that same god? Ica wasn't entirely sure.*\n\n*He approached the tree, trying to get a closer look. When he was a little closer, he greeted the other god:* **\"Hello there, sibling of mine. Are you enjoying yourself here?\"**"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "The snake slowly moved having its head lower to get a better look at the fox \" Hello to you as well sibling indeed i am this trees fruit is quite scrumtious would you like one\" He says offering a fruit to the fox \"The tempature here is perfect for a nap after making monsters \" He says looking the fox over \" Do i perhaps know you from somehwere there are so many of us it gets hard to keep track."
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica shook his head.* **\"I'm fine, thank you,\"** *He said. Foxes didn't generally eat fruits other than small berries, and Ica was no exception. Sure, he was a god, but that didn't mean he liked to eat everything.*\n\n*He had felt like this god was familiar, and the fact the other god felt the same only affirmed that to Ica. He transformed into his mortal form, and said:* **\"I believe we might've been born during the same cycle? You seemed familiar to me as well, but I don't believe I caught your name back then.\"** *If this was the same god, Ica hoped they'd stay focused on the conversation this time. Sure, when the two had just been born, it was justifiable: there were so many new experiences. He sincerely hoped it wasn't just this god's personality.*"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "The snakes eyes widen \"Ah that's where i remember you from your the god who woke me up again i must thank you for waking me \" He says slithering down and curreling around so he was face to face with the fox \"I also must apologize for my behaviour i was a bit overwhelmed with evrything\" He said bowing the best he could in snake form \"I dont think we got each others name I am Geindell god of monsters \""
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ah, so Ica had been correct, in both his guess and his hope. He'd met Geindil before, and luckily he wasn't constantly with his head in the clouds. Maybe they could get along just fine, then. Ica introduced himself:* **\"My name is Ica, I am the God of Winter, Ice and Snow. Say, where is your Realm located? I myself reside to the north of here, in what I call the Arctic.\"**"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "The snake chuckled \" Ah you most likely haven't been there my realm is in the far realms its the wandering isle of Molttera its quite a wonderful place \" The snake said using its tail to articulate \"Its quiet at the moment onlt my perfect six and small monsters but i have plans for a lively paridise for all monsters\" He says tounge flicking out taisting the air"
},
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*The Wandering Isle of Molterra, huh? That certainly sounded like a strange place. Ica wondered how, exactly, an isle could wander. It sounded like Geindil had great plans for his Realm, though. It wasn't Ica's personal preference, of course- he preferred his own cold, muted Realm- but it still sounded like a lovely place. He told Geindil so:* **\"That sounds quite charming indeed. What does it look like, exactly?\"**"
},
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"author": "rannicat",
"message": "He smiled \"Well its an large landmass in the form of a whale dominated by a large volcano inside i plan for many many caverns each one there own environment to sustain life most are empty but I've already finished my castle and the surrounding caverns \" He says \"And what about your relm what does it look like?\" The viper said currleing on them self to get more confy"
},
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*...Oh. That... Wasn't what Ica had picture initially. If he was honest, he had been thinking of a place with rich plantlife, not... A volcano. That was about the opposite of what he liked. Oh well, no time to dwell on that. He wasn't going to be rude to Geindil, especially not about such a superficial issue. He hummed, and said:* **\"Well, the Arctic is about the opposite of that. I'm the god of Winter, and my Realm reflects that. It's covered in snow and frost. I don't have a place to reside like you, though. I prefer roaming about the lands whenever I get the chance.\"** *Only now, Ica realised he was still in his Glacias form. He blinked, and transformed back into his fox form. It was still his preferred form, even if the Glacias were one of his favourite species. This was simply the most comfortable to him.*"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "\"Well I will have to come visit it one day if that's allright \" The snake said also transforming into his human form white dress with a burnt shredded edge long braided golden hair that trailed and pooled on the ground being shorter than the god of ice making them look up reveling there eyes witch were a swirl of gold and black shapes darting across the swirling gold."
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica nodded.* **\"You'd be welcome to visit my Realm if you so wish,\"** *He said.* **\"I hope you don't mind that I won't be coming to Molterra, though. I don't do very well in warm environments.\"**\n\n*When Geindil transformed into his human form, Ica took a good look at him. He hadn't really taken the effort to do so when they'd first met. Geindil was certainly a strange individual, though not in a bad way. His hair was impossibly- and impractically- long, even though it was braided. His dress was tattered. Ica couldn't imagine wearing ragged clothes: if something happened to tear up his clothing, he could simply replace it. It was likely due to Geindil's personal preference.*"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "He chuckled \"Well im not surprised though I designed molterras back to keep any mortals who wander into my realm away i don't need them running around remaking the land I've work hard to make \" He says wiping some dirt from the hem of his dress \"But im looking forward to see the creatures you've made i always am looking for inspiration\" He says looking at the god of ice aperance and clothing"
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Not that Ica was wearing clothing right now. He was still in his fox form, after all. He nodded at Geindil. It was fine if he got inspired by the creatures of the Arctic. It would only prove that his creation was good enough to inspire others. Ica said:* **\"I'm looking forward to seeing what species you create, then. ... Though, seeing as I'd like to stay far away from a volcano, I might not ever see them.\"**"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "The god smiled \"Well one day i wish to have monsters everywhere so that every god may have such wonderful beasts in there lands i hear one of our siblings is also a god of monsters i hope to one day see what they made there relm into\" He said looking upwards towards the sky \"Though i do wonder about the many mortals our siblings have made they seem to be advancing quite fast\""
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "**\"Well, in that case, your monsters would be welcomed in my Realm. So long as they don't disrupt their environment, of course, and they don't come in too many,\"** *Ica said.* **\"In addition, I have a few rules for my mortals to follow, and I'd expect yours to follow them as well, for as long as they reside in the Arctic.\"**\n\n*Another god of monsters, huh? That was new information to Ica. Now that he thought about it, it was kind of strange for two gods to share the same domain, wasn't it? Why would there be two gods dedicated to the same purpose?*\n\n*He let the matter rest, though: it wasn't up to him to question the decisions of Gaia. Ica nodded slowly at Geindil's last statement. He said:* **\"Indeed, they are progressing quite swiftly. I taught my own Glacias how to keep away the cold of the Arctic, but I hadn't expected them to discover more uses for their techniques so easily. They've started using baked mud and clay for storing their foods in, not just for building their homes. It's incredible, just how intelligent they are.\"**"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "At the mention on how mortals are progressing the god mearly hummed to him self and nodded \"Well if you dont minf could you tell me of these rules tho i must tell you my monsters are animal like in nature so they shouldint do anything to extreme \" He says flicking his wrist and manifesting a scroll and hands it to ica \"In here are all the monster spieces i have created so far feel free to take a look and browse\" He says \"Tho at the moment i have only created smaller weaker monsters\""
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica took the scroll from Geindil. He rolled it out, and saw pictures of different species of monsters. Each of the pictures was incredibly lifelike, almost like a photo. Ica was slightly taken aback by the fearsome appearances of some of the monsters. If they entered his Realm, they'd scare all of Ica's own mortals away: he didn't want that, logically. The smaller, weaker ones seemed fine, though. They could come. He pointed out the stronger monsters to Geindil.*\n\n**\"I'd prefer if these larger, more threatening monsters didn't come to the Arctic,\"** *He said.* **\"I'd rather not have them drive away all of my own creation.\"**\n\n*He rolled the scroll up neatly, and continued:* **\"I have three rules for my mortals to follow, though they only apply to the species that are able to understand them. The first rule is to respect all nature, and to only kill when necessary. The second is that all mortals, including sentient races, are part of that nature, and thus, are to be respected. My third rule is that the Fox is sacred, and is not to be killed unless that is the most respectful measure to it. In other words, to only kill a Fox when it is already wounded, when keeping it alive and suffering is the more cruel alternative.**\n\n**\"However, if your species are animalistic, that shouldn't be much of a problem. If they are unable to understand the rules, I am willing to be slightly more lax, especially about the third rule. Animals tend to follow the first two naturally, I've noticed, and they cannot understand which animals they are allowed to kill.\"**"
},
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"author": "rannicat",
"message": "Geindell smiled and clapped his hands \" Wonderful I'm glad you agreed to allow my creations in i shall prepare a package of them to drop into the artic at once \" He said bowing slightly \" These rules seem fair and i shall make sure they are followed as it shouldn't be to hard i do have one rule when it comes to my monsters though\" He said suddenly getting very serious looking at ica \" My monsters are to be respected id advised your smarter mortals to be aware of that \" He said suddenly snapping back to the carefree attitude \"Anyway ill make sure to include both carnivores and herbivores in the package\""
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica nodded.* **\"Of course, the favour will be returned. The Glacias will be made aware that your creations, too, are of the same nature as they are,'** *He said. It was only natural that, if Geindil's monsters were to follow his rules, they were included in them as well. He'd make sure to let them know.*\n\n*Hmm, that meant Ica was to return to the Glacias village, after such a short period of time... That wasn't the most practical use of his time. Maybe he could have a messenger bring the news for him? Yes, that would be useful. Something new to think about, definitely...*\n\n*Then, Ica noticed he was already sinking into his own thoughts, and hadn't been paying attention to the outside properly.* **\"Ah, my apologies,'** *He said.* **\"I tend get lost in thought quite often.\"** *He was lucky he'd snapped himself out of it before he'd left Geindil standing for too long. He hadn't missed any of the conversation.*"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "Geindell smiled and clapped his hands \"Well then if there is nothing else i should get started on that package i shall see you in a weeks time with those monsters \" He said wiping his dress from the dirt \"And if you ever change your mind about visiting my realm feel free to stop by i recently acquired some new creatures that are quite fassinating \""
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica nodded.* **\"I'll make sure to let my people know before then,\"** *He said.* **\"It's been a pleasure to properly meet you.\"**\n\n*Then, he let go of this form and teleported back to his Realm. He had things to think about, information to share with his Glacias.*"
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "A fragment of Aphot sauntered through the ethereal gardens, once again enjoying Gaia's endless bounty. He was in his soft hominid form, a rather modest appearance amid the unfathomable wonders of the gods' realm. He seemed to be toying with fruit in particular.\n\nThat opium cigarette Dezód had given him for that Dream ritual had sparked a new node of research in Aphot's databank of a consciousness. His realm already contained substances that could cloud the mortal mind, but what of the divine? The effects had not taken place naturally; he had to *Allow* The effects to take hold, otherwise it was just the dissipation of some mundane material. But if...?\n\nAs he puzzled over the logistics of natural chemicals, a premonition came to him that another of his kin would be addressing him soon. As an incarnation of divination, it perhaps should be of little surprise that he possessed a powerful sixth sense, so to speak. It was an odd instinct, one of a few... Strange quirks he was learning about himself as his existence continued and evolved.\n\nBut that was of little concern now. Squeezing the life out of this orange was. He crushed it with ease, the juices spilling out all over his hand and the fertile soil below. Oh, no... It was sticky..."
},
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"author": "the_fancy",
"message": "***The sound of peaceful silence almost deafened this chaotic source of power, Aella was new to this physical form yet she was so desperately trying to get rid of it in the most cruel way possible- At the same time, she desperately refused to do such an horrible act, she loved life and she definitely adored this physical body— But no, she despised it, she wants to tear it apart in the most mischievous way possible— But she doesn't wanna get rid of it, life is so fascinating. The crazy goddess slammed her fists onto the ground, her nails scratching onto her face as another pair of arms was manifested from both her back and the side of her torso, she was chaotic, unstable, undecidive and most importantly.. Mad. These extra arms were decapitated from he rbody on their own, falling on the ground and decaying in rapid speed, allowing it's dust to fly away, moved by the slightest breeze.***\n\n```\"It's four- FOUR MINUTES!! Take control- TAKE IT! TAKE IT!!- No- You are a parasite, untrustworthy- Pest- PEST!! No- YOU are the parasite! Disgusting mortals— Unworthy living beings—\"```\n\n***She screamed in agony as she avoided looking at any reflective surface to avoid her second personality to take over. For a brief moment, her injuries were all healed, she pushed herself up once she calmed down, her creepy wide eyes scanning the area while she proceeded to head forward, with every step a toxic mushroom would grow on whatever area she stepped on, quickly dying in the same second.\n\nAella gave up to the melody in her head, wrapping her arms around the closest tree and scratching onto it's wood with her nails, leaving a trail of a black goopy decay behind.***\n\n```\"Trees are- beautiful..\"```\n\n***The decay would spread, manifesting tentacles that bursted out of the tree and quickly dying once they made contact with air as if her own corruption was starting to get replaced—\n\nWhen aella opened her eyes again, she was- someone else, an entirely deferent personality***\n\n***With an entirely different face, Aella looked different, she pushed herself away from the tree, shrinking a little to suit her new personality, her docile self confusingly whispering to the tree***\n\n```\"Did i- Do that?? Jeeeez, my friends will fix it!\"```\n\n***She clapped her hands once she stood by herself, a tiny portal forming beside her, allowing a couple of bizzare looking rabbits to hop out, chewing onto these tree holes with their own teeth and managing to magically get it fixed before hopping out via the same portal that shrinked until it disappeared. She was the literal manifestation of the word \"Madness\" But now she took it too far with these bizzare yet random scenes. She chuckled to herself, looking up at the tree then beside her, finding another diety who was holding a squeezed orange.***\n\n```\"Uuuuuuuuuh- Were you here all the time???\"```\n\n***She scratched her hair.***"
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{
"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Meeting new gods was always interesting, Aphot couldn't deny. Such a wide variety of personalities and concepts, he wished he could ask Gaia herself where she got them. As the sounds of chaos and internal struggle pierced the serenity of the gardens, Aphot cast a lazy glance towards the commotion.\n\nHe'd heard of inner conflict, but this was a very well-illustrated definition. He watched with amusement as the goddess seemed to quite literally war with herself, screaming and tearing at an enemy she could not conquer. That melodious child-like giggle resonated in his chest. How informative *And* Entertaining.\n\nThe orange innards had vanished from his hand by now, replaced with berries he was plucking apart as his works continued. He popped one in his mouth as the child-statured goddess eventually took note of his presence. Aphot took a moment to savor the sweet-sourness tingling his tongue before answering with a little affirmative hum.\n\n\"Yes,\" He said after a second, turning to fully settle his attention on her now. His soft voice carried a clear undernote of silent laughter. \"Thou art thine own worst enemy, hmm?\""
},
{
"author": "the_fancy",
"message": "```\"Pretty much.\"```\n\n***She spoke, her pinkie cleaning one of her ears while her other hand was resting on her hip. Once she pulled the pinkie out, an entire cat came out of her ear, a white cat with bird-like wings and rainbow-coloured eyes. As if she had no limits when it comes to madness, she did blow on the cat, causing it to scream as it was separated like a soft cotton candy, transforming into a tiny cloud that flew up towards the sky. The girl then looked at the fruit and then back up at the tree, she did wanna taste it, not that she doesn't know its taste but simply because she was curious, can this fruit taste better than any ordinary fruit from the human world?? \n\nAella wasn't the god who would flex around with honour by forcing the fruit to obey her command and fall into her palm. Nope! She started to chuckle loudly as her own body was getting duplicated, having another clone that she eventually high-fived. She then climbed on top of that clone, usually her tall hair by tossing it onto a branch, catching it and allowing her to swing, eventually landing on the tree, sitting on its branch and pulling a singular fruit, happily inspecting it. The clone's head started expanding, popping like a balloon and falling onto the ground, quickly decaying and becoming nothing but fuel for the garden. Aella herself started to noclip through the tree slowly ascending until she landed on the ground, walking forward as if she didn't defy nature's physics just for her entertainment.***\n\n```\"Here! I got you another one!\"```\n\n***She happily stretched her arm, becoming unnaturally long as it offered the fruit to the entity before her.***"
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{
"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "The newly formed demigoddess spent very little time in her realm after being formed. The rain and hail still fell hard over the highlands through her father's rage, laying waste to the grasses of the plains and the trees of the forests. She didn't want any part of the destruction; therefore she left her home for the time being to walk among the Gardens of Gaia.\n\nPerhaps it was some force beyond her senses that drew her to the particular fruit tree she rested beneath. The fruit which there hung was unlike any in her home, and she was sure tasted much different, but she dared not to taste more than one. The whole place was a mesmerising display for the eyes that passed through, and throughout the soil of the entire garden Deirbhile could feel the life flowing through."
},
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones had once again ascended the tree in order to see the gardens. They were peaceful and the company there hadn't been bad yet. He slowly walked through the greenery, sinking slightly into the soft earth. As the god was walking, he felt a presence. It wasn't quite a god but definitely wasn't a mortal either. Mr Bones was almost certain that a mortal would instantly die here. Perhaps a demigod? \n\nHe began to silently step through the garden, trying to find out who was here. Mr Bones gripped the side of a tree and leaned past it, knowing that his target was close. Looking from side to side, it appeared that the garden was empty. But as Mr Bones looked all the way to his left, he saw a figure sitting by the base of the tree. He quickly jumped backwards, brushing any dirt that may have clung to his bones off. Mr Bones walked around the tree, giving a low wave to the newcomer. \n\n\"Hello there. Who might you be?\""
},
{
"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "She gazed up into the empty eyes of the skeletal form and pursed her lips before speaking, as if thinking. \"Deirbhile,\" She answered plainly and informally. The strong eye(?)contact that she held with this calcium god was strong and fierce, and her voice like a bird sang out with a tone like the icy mountain peaks. \n\n\"I am a lady of the land and mother to that land which I breathe my life into.\" At least that was a bit more of a formal introduction. \"And you, marrow man?\" Deirbhile chirped as she maintained that unnerving and unending gaze that pierced into the shadowy depths of his eye sockets.\n\nMr Bones wasn't a sight she liked. She'd fled her realm to get away from the death. And now, by some divine intellegence, stood here this skeleton, a very embodiment of death itself. The discomfort showed not in those eyes of hers, but instead in her hands, and her fingers which dug into the dirt and clutched the life there as though she'd lose it."
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones leaned down, looking at Deirbhile. He was certain now, this was a demigod. The spark of divinity was there, but too muted for a god. The emotions that he felt coming from her weren't what a god would give off, in his experience. The first that he had seen from another god. Interesting that they had decided to come all the way up to the garden. Perhaps she was meeting her parent, perhaps she was avoiding them. \n\n\"I am Mr Bones, god of the dead, undead dying. Now I don't want to assume anything but are you a demigod? Who is your creator?\""
},
{
"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"I am, Mr Bones. I am the daughter of Aimhirghin, youth god of the hunt.\" Her three hearts pumped her divinity touched blood through her at different beats that if listened to created the perfect frame for a song. Perhaps this song meant something, perhaps it was nothing. But it was there.\n\n\"Why do you come here, fair sir?\" She lilting queried, blinking quickly as to keep the stare, as it could be considered now, strong and persisting. \"Have you just wished a visit?\""
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "So he was correct. That was always nice, after all it would have been a bit embarrassing if Deirbhile had been a god. \n\"I am here because I wanted to come to the garden. I don't think that's terribly unreasonable. And you don't need to call me fair sir. Mr Bones would do. I could ask you the same question anyway, what brings you here?\""
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{
"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "She thought, pursed her lips, and parted them, spoke, \"My father brings death and destruction to his own realm. This was the destruction that brought birth to me. It's too much, I needed creation, life. That's why I'm here.\" \n\nShe spoke smoothly and soft, and her gaze grew the same way, fierce ice melting away as the stare grew weary, sorrowed even."
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Hm, that wasn't very good. Maybe demigods just all hate their parents? That would be a shame. Hopefully The Warmonger didn't hate him, that would be very unpleasant to deal with in the future.\n\"I can understand disliking destruction. It's unseemly, especially for a god. But death? Well I may be biased but death isn't the worst thing. Life can be cruel, in my opinion death does not need to be. In my realm, dead beings are brought back to life. They are safe there. It is good. But I imagine that the death and destruction that your father brought about was... Less than peaceful. What happened?\""
},
{
"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"His rules are fair, and if broken lead to the mortals own self ruin, but he's a rule that any who dare to disturb his teimhnín will be punished harshly by his own hand. You see where this is going, surely. I don't wish to discuss it any further,\"She ended the topic for herself and, almost strangely, of course after all that staring, looked away from Mr Bones and down at her nails which had packed dirt beneath.\n\n\"I don't have quarrel with death so long as it remains natural, as it should be. Death by divine sleet is not so natural, even if gods are by role the most natural beings. You know what I mean, Mr Bones?\""
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{
"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"Oh, no, I don't wish to bother him. He'll work this out on his own, I'm sure of that. Though it could take a few cycles...\" She murmured while getting to her feet. \"I suppose your analogy makes sense, in a way. In others it doesn't,\" Well, isn't she quite the muser? Just a tad shrewdness and imprudence in there, to make it interesting.\n\n\"See, if what you suggest, all the death, starvation, is really true, when why have our realms not collapsed? Maybe, if when the river was diverted, death was not the only thing to come of it...\" And while she spoke, the newly born demigoddess had a certain gleaming in her eyes.\n\n\"What if the diversion of the river,\" Lowering herself upon the ground and sweeping twigs from the dirt, Deirbhile began to draw with her hands. \"Brought dryness to the land. For example, a fire were to start. This would burn up the old plants, but release the seeds, making room for new plants to grow. Or, what if the roots of the plants learn to grow long to reach the water deep in the ground. And this is only to speak of the plant life, who knows what the fauna may do. But the answer does not need to be death.\""
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"That is my point though. No matter what happens, it will result in life or death. If we fought and attempted to kill one another that would be as natural as rainfall allowing flowers to bloom. But that's all terribly depressing to talk about. What is your land like, what sort of sentients live there?\""
},
{
"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"Oh, little things like rabbits and birds. There's some bird-like people, and some fawn-like people. And one holy being that the mortals are afraid to touch or even see now.\" *Before she'd left her realm, she remembered hearing a murmur about the teimhnín being harbingers of death. It was a shame, but now at least they'd get the space which was intended.*\n\n\"As for the land, it consists of highlands, plains, all on tall, toothlike mountains which are separated by deep basins of water.\""
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{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones held his hands up, attempting to cut off Deirbhile. \n\n\"No, I'm not a death god. I'm not a god of death or killing or anything like that. I'm a god *Of* The dead. There's a large difference. However I am one of the oldest gods, yes. As for showing you around I haven't been throughout the garden a terribly large amount myself. I suppose I could show you around the rest of the tree, perhaps bring you to a couple of lands. Are you able to survive without any air? I'm afraid that my land doesn't have much.\""
},
{
"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"Right, I'm sorry. Would you care to tell me what that difference is? I don't quite understand,\" Her birdsong voice, so full of curiosity and innocence, felt strange for even her to hear. How could one be so innocent as she sounded? Was she unwittingly lying each time she spoke? It had to be odd, being less than a few hours old and already having an existential crisis.\n\n\"I would much appreciate if you did show me around,\" And she paused to ponder the question of whether or not she could survive without air. She did not know. \"I am unsure. Perhaps, but perhaps not. That isn't a very good answer, I'm sorry.\""
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"It's a rather simple difference when you get down to it. A god of death could be in charge of ensuring mortals die or perhaps is in charge of ferrying souls to their respective afterlifes. A god of the dead meanwhile is in charge of looking after the dead. Once everyone settles down and all business is taken care of, I imagine that I will have far less time to wander around talking to strangers.\"\n\nMr Bones leaned back a bit, drumming his fingers against leg bones.\n\n\"Well I suppose that I could always bring you to my realm, quickly save you if you feel like you're dying. Or I could attempt to give you a small bubble of air but then we won't know if you need air or not.\""
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{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*A large, white fox appeared in the Gardens of Gaia, accompanied by a gale of cold wind. Ica enjoyed it here; the Gardens were calm and peaceful, and everything about it was gorgeous. Of course, there was always a possibility of running into other gods here, but Ica didn't mind. Meeting more of his siblings was always good.*\n\n*He strolled along the paths calmly, taking his time to appreciate each new thing that came into view- or smell. Ica's nose was incredibly sensitive, and the Gardens' plants were as aromatic as they were beautiful.*"
},
{
"author": "naughtynumbahfour",
"message": "*Fathu sat in the middle of a patch of flowers, well more like knelt, he was taking in the scent with an intensity that engulfed him. Wealth for him wasn't just about money, it was about abundance, and excess, it all aspects. He made it his mission to have a wealth of everything, and at this moment his primary focus was a wealth of beauty. \n\nGaia's garden sang to his being, comforting him, and reminding him of his place in the world, in the scheme of things. His thoughts interrupted by something, a slight chill followed by a cold breeze. He stood turning to the direction from which the cold had blown his eyes widened as yet another beauty entered his vision. A large white four legged being, he knew from his studies to be called a wolf, as white as snow itself and far more fierce, he smiled and waved. \" Hello.\" He called out, his bronze skin glowing a bit as he stepped forward.*"
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica found another deity quite soon. They had been sitting right in a patch of flowers, but now stood up and came to approach Ica. He let them, giving the deity a nod of respect. Their appearance was much like that of other gods; Ica had noticed many of his brethren's most preferred forms were similar to one another. He himself would take his fox form over his Glacias form any day, but he didn't judge those who looked more like the mortals they'd created. There was a certain convenience in walking on only two legs, he supposed.*\n\n*He said:* **\"Hello, divine sibling. I am Ica, God of Winter. May I know who you are?\"** *While speaking, his long, fluffy tail swished around lazily.*"
},
{
"author": "naughtynumbahfour",
"message": "*Fathu was intrigued to say the least, he smiled softly and gave a small bow. \"Ica..\" He said repeating the name slowly, drawing out the sounding, he liked it. He noticed this particular being felt comfortable in it's form, he enjoyed the change of scenery. \"I am Fathu, the God of Wealth and Guidance.\" He said offering a warm smile.\n\nHe observed Ica with interest, his robes flowing as he took cautious steps to observe better, taking in each detail.\" You're quite spectacular.\" He said softly. \"I admire your form, it fits this scenery well.\"*"
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "**\"It is a pleasure to meet you, Fathu,\"** *Ica said. His tail curled at Fathu's compliment- had he been in his Glacias form, he would likely have smiled. He watched Fathu as he took in everything about Ica's appearance, observing him back.* **\"Why, thank you,\"** *He said.* **\"You don't look too bad, yourself. Say, what has you visiting these Gardens? I myself come here to enjoy its peace, and to meet other gods, should there be any of them here.\"**"
},
{
"author": "naughtynumbahfour",
"message": "*Fathu listened to every word with interest, he nodded looking around.\" It is quite peaceful, it's a place of beauty. I figured I'd take it in, observe it. Study it so I don't forget. It reminds of why I was created. Wealth isn't just about economy, it's about abundance, and right now I want to focus on an abundance of beauty.\" He said with a smile. \"Does your realm have such beauty in it?\" He asked with a curious glance.*"
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica thought about Fathu's words for a moment. It seemed only logical, for wealth not to be limited to a single concept. Wealth, and abundance, weren't fit to be restricted like that.*\n\n**\"My Realm certainly has its beauty,\"** *Ica said.* **\"It isn't in any way similar to here, though. I am the God of Winter, after all; my Realm is covered in a layer of snow and ice.\"**\n\n*He was curious about Fathu's own creation, now. He asked:* **\"How about you? Have you created beauty within your own Realm?\"**"
},
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"author": "naughtynumbahfour",
"message": "*Fathu, sighed and shook his head.\" I do adore snow, when I did experience it for a brief moment, I'd love to see it one day.\" He with a warm smile.\" Is it a difficult task, being the embodiment of such a season?\" He asked with an inquisitive nature. \n\nHe thought about his own realm, just a thought slowly forming into an ideation slowly crawling towards existence. \"Sadly, my realm is barren, I've yet to form it. I'd like to experience others. I feel as if that's the only way I can truly embody my nature, Guidance comes with a wealth of knowledge, and I can have such through experience. Soon though, I will be ready.\" He said with a confident look.*"
},
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*He hummed. Was it a difficult task, being winter?* **\"No, I don't think it is difficult to embody winter. I have known nothing else, so I would not be able to compare it to others' experiences,\"** *He said. Then, he added:* **\"And besides, the winter season only exists in my own Realm. I have full control over it, so if I found it too challenging to be its god, I would change it.\"**\n\n*Ica listened to Fathu's explanation. It made sense, to wish to look to others for guidance before being able to guide others. Ica thought back to when he had created the Arctic. He hadn't had a need to learn, or to meet his fellow gods yet. Back then, all he had felt was a desire to create. It had stuck with him, but after that initial period of creation, it had abated slightly.*\n\n*He nodded slowly in understanding, and offered:* **\"If you wish, you may visit my Realm, the Arctic. It is to the north of here- I imagine you'll be able to find it quite easily, there are no other Realms with as much snow as mine. Or, truthfully, I do not think there are other Realms with any snow at all.\"**"
},
{
"author": "naughtynumbahfour",
"message": "*Fathu, had taken to sitting down with his hands crossed in his lap, he was comfortable in the presence of his sibling.\" Oh you're right! I don't think there is snow anywhere else, but I have seen it somewhere, I'm just not sure where.\" He said with nervous chuckle, he stretched a bit. \"I think I'd like snow in my realm, a bit of variety, could you help with that?\" He asked with a simple look, it was almost pleading. \"I mean of course after I visit your realm, I'm sure it'll pale in comparison.\" He said with a smile, he enjoyed this interaction, it wasn't often he interacted with his siblings.*"
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{
"author": "naughtynumbahfour",
"message": "*Fahtu smiled giving a small bow.\" I look forward to creating, who knows perhaps I could even set up a domain specifically for you in case you ever would like a change of scenery and a place of solitude.\" He said with a hopeful glance. \" Well, I probably should get going I still have much to explore.\" He said with a warm smile. \"Thank you for the amazing interaction.\"*"
},
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "**\"Well, I don't think I'd ever need that, but thank you for the offer,\"** *Ica said with a laugh.* **\"I look forward to seeing what you will do, and I hope I will be able to help you with anything you may need. Take care, brother.\"**\n\n*With those words, Ica turned around, fluffy tail swirling behind him as he jumped off the World Tree in the direction of his Realm. In midair, he disappeared, dispelling his physical form.*"
},
{
"author": "naughtynumbahfour",
"message": "*Fathu watched as the wolf said his goodbye. He felt a warm sense of connection and marvel towards his sibling, It was all a part of his process, meeting his other siblings and making sure to learn their actions and cultures. It was important towards helping and guiding others. He loved the idea of it all, reaching inside his robe he pulled out a small pouch, throwing a small amount of golden dust on the ground he allowed the winds to carry him away from Gaia's garden to another destination, and another adventure.*"
},
{
"author": "thesecondlich",
"message": "*A figure, around the size of a 13 year old sat among the garden. He wasn't lost, nor was he wanting to be seen by people. His face was covered by a pure white hood, seemly covering his face from anyones sight. He was watching a flower with almost a neutral expression, a void of life that wasn't there. He wasn't smelling he flowers or anything, just staring at something that was alive. He continued to watch the flower continuously, not really paying attention to anything else.*\n\n*His hands subconsciously picked at the grass, he wasn't hurting the grass but simply holding it in the palm of his hand, his expression seemed lifeless, almost as if he had lost the sensation to even feel the small bits of grass in his hand before the wind blew it away.*"
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Before Ica had disappeared, however, he had seen another figure in the gardens. They seemed to be merely sitting there, waiting. Or maybe not; Ica couldn't tell. They were staring at the flowers, seemingly not noticing anything else around them.*\n\n*Ica thought they looked lonely. He didn't have anything better to do, so he decided to speak to the deity. He hadn't met them before anyway, so it'd be yet another opportunity to befriend one of his siblings.*\n\n*Decision made, Ica appeared behind the deity, still in his fox form. He stepped closer to the other god, and said:* **\"Hello, divine sibling. What brings you to the gardens today?\"**"
},
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"author": "thesecondlich",
"message": "*Ambrose would stare at his hand, watching the few grass pieces left float away the the new cold breeze that appeared behind him. Once every piece of grass was gone, Ambrose stared at his palm before speaking,* \"It is the province of knowledge to speak, and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen. Have you, divine sibling, listen to what the gardens bring? Life... Purpose... All things fade away soon with time.\"\n\n*He felt the cold presence of his divine sibling behind him. He soon stoped looking at his palm before putting his hoodie down and looking back at his sibling, waiting for their answer to his question.* \"What fates have brought you to this garden today?\" *He spoke in a neutral tone of voice, almost on the side of being dead inside but it seemed to have a slight tone of emotion as well. Something so perplexed that it seemed to be vexing of sorts.*"
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*This deity was a strange one. Ica was surprised at how cryptically they spoke.* **\"No, I don't think I've ever taken the time to *Listen*, rather than watch,\"** *He mused. He'd never really noticed it, but the wind rustled through the garden's plants, almost seeming to create a melody of hushed whispers.*\n\n**\"I was here to find peace, to find relaxation,\"** *He responded to the deity's other question.* **\"I have noticed, however, that I tend to find more of our own instead. You aren't the first I've spoken to today.\"** *A hint of humour sounded in Ica's voice, but his vulpine face gave away nothing.*"
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{
"author": "deliriousacer",
"message": "*Mahlios was tending to the gardens, he knew they probably didn't need it but he wanted the gardens to know they're being cared for. He had makeshift bucket made from leaves as he didn't know if wooden or clay buckets were invented yet.*\n\n*He hummed a tune as he enjoyed the peaceful ambience, the gentle breeze moving the nature around him. Mahlios was in his human form, wanting to experience the garden from a different perspective*"
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Gardens of Gaia were a wonder, as far as Triticea was concerned, the proof of their slumbering creator's power. As the goddess of the harvest as well as the lady of satiety, she held a place of domesticated flora like this in high regard. It was the only place in all of the World Tree that could grow produce that might match what she had in her own Valley of Abundance. While she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at that, that envy was drowned out by her admiration for the beauty of the place. It was a perfect painting of her dreams, as if her desires had been coaxed out from her and splashed into reality with the kind of fine brush that only the creator goddess could possibly wield. With how much she loved the garden and what it represented, then, it came as little surprise that it was a place that she tended to enjoy visiting.\n\nThough it was less comfortable than her other bodies, she strolled through the garden in her humanoid form. The place had clearly been sculpted with that kind of build in mind, and so she figured she might as well respect the place's creator's wishes and take an appropriate shape. Might as well take some notes to grow the variety of crops in her Valley, if there even were any that existed yet that she didn't have. She took a seat on one of the little raised platforms where individual plants were grown, considering a strawberry that she'd plucked. She turned it over, considering all angles of the fruit as she considered if she could use these to further improve on the already superb quality of her own crops.\n\nThe strawberry reminded her of the one she had used to craft her Valley's guardian, if she was being honest. It had the same shape and colour gradient as the one that she had used to shape Fragarie, and when she squeezed it she could feel the juice inside almost trying to burst out. Hm... Maybe she could try and make her own strawberries juicier? Then again, she didn't want to go too far in one direction... Hmph."
},
{
"author": "dabony",
"message": "```\nHere begins the great Season Ritual.\n\nAnyone is welcome to join! Simply hop to one of the small garden sections and start shaping it (by hand, by \"Magic\", by god powers) into what you'd expect from one of the seasons. \n```\nSilly gripped Vivienne's hand, and started walking faster. Very fast. Fast enough for it to be a run, but any observer's standpoint. She pulled the dream goddess along with her, and simply walked vertically up the tree. \"Well-well, it's quite simple! We just need to get a bunch of other gods to join, but that's easy because it's kind of like a party and they all like parties. Even Wyrd wouldn't say no. So, anyway, we're going to Gaia's Gardens and- here's the really good part- we're going to make our own seasons there!\"\n\nStill zooming up the tree as she spoke, Silly added a bit more. It was like she actually put *Thought* Into this plan. \"Not everyone likes lots of surprises, so we can all experiment in the garden and design the seasons there. SO! That way everyone can add bits and we can all work together and see what it'll look like before we blow it up about all of the realms!\"\n\nFinally, she led Vivienne to a portion of the gardens that sat closer to the main halls. This garden section was larger than most of the others, containing several small garden areas. Perfect for their experimentation. Waving at the others there, and gesturing for them to join, Silly decided to start with one of the most fun seasons. Well... She wasn't sure what that season would be called. But, it had to be fun and bouncy. In a figurative sense. The season after Ica's domain. The season after the cold one where everyone would go to sleep.\n\nShe knew no one would let her call it the 'Silly' season... Or 'Fun'. Or 'Wake-Up-Time'. But... For it to be fun and bouncy, she could name it after a bouncy thing. Like... Springs! Spring. With a wave of her hand, she made a little raincloud, and budding flowers. And muddy puddles! Perfect for jumping in. Her shoes switched out for bright pink Wellies, but still squeaked as she stepped about.\n\n\"This is Spring! You try, Vivi! You make a season! Then we can all make lots of seasons together with everyone and mix up all the best bits and change the world!\""
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{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Only a small part of Ica had still been roaming the Gardens of Gaia, when he felt something strange happening. There were other gods, and for some reason they were __creating__ things in these gardens. He hadn't known they could do that.*\n\n*It did seem interesting, so Ica transformed into his Glacias form and went to check it out. He came close to the Hall of the Gods, where he saw Silly, together with another goddess.*\n\n*Was Silly organising something again? This couldn't have anything to do with the Carnival- the Gardens were inaccessible to mortals.*\n\n*He cocked his head, and said:* **\"Hello, Silly. It's a pleasure to see you again. Say, what exactly are you doing here?\"**\n\n*Then, he turned to the unknown goddess- had she been at the Carnival? He thought so, but he hadn't interacted with her back then- and said:* **\"Hello there. I don't believe we have interacted yet. I am Ica, God of Winter.\"**"
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "As she was observing the strawberry, it was a tad hard to miss the ruckus that Silly was creating. She ignored it for only a moment, before finally the sound piqued her interest. The strawberry withered into a darkened husk in her grasp before she tossed it aside and began to make her way over to the source of the noise, curious about what was going on to cause all this ruckus. She half considered taking on a more fitting form for how she really felt, but as she spotted all the others in their humanoid forms, she figured that it would be kind of rude to approach with a different shape. They were strangers, none of whom she'd yet met, but that didn't bother her much. She strolled out into sight of the other gods with a sigh. \"What's all this noise?\" She hummed.\n\nThe sister that seemed to be making most of the noise waved them over, them being herself and the brother that just wandered in. She nodded in greeting at the others, sensing them to be her divine brethren even without ever having met them before now. \"I don't think we've met.\" She introduced, placing a hand on her chest. \"Triticea, goddess of harvest at your service.\" She glanced curiously at what the jester goddess had crafted, though she couldn't help but frown. It was a good environment for the plants, but she couldn't help but notice a few flaws in that plan.\n\n\"Too much rain will drown the plants.\" She pointed out, stepping over to one of the other gardens and snapping her fingers. A tiny ball of fire formed in the air, illuminating the room almost as if it were a miniature sun. \"They need some more light to grow to their full potential. Some more... Summer?\" She suggested, moving the tiny ball of flame closer to the portion of the garden that she'd selected. Yes, that would help to evaporate the rain from the jester god's Spring, making sure that the torrential rains that Spring would bring wouldn't overwhelm her crops. Her eyes flickered between the Spring garden and the Summer garden, the god humming."
},
{
"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "As with Ica, a fragment of Wyrd was resting within Gaia's branches, silently observing the congregation that was slowly but surely forming within the gardens. \n\n'Curious,' he thought to himself as he watched them go about their business, creating different little sections of the garden and creating different conditions within each of them. 'My little siblings, all gathered and creating. I must see what they are making.'\n\nWith a hushed whisper, the great deer blinked into existence, slipping from between two branches that were far too small to contain his sizeable form. \n\nCraning his neck down to get a good look at the younger gods, the god of monsters silently regarded his siblings and their working for a long moment before humming in muted approval. \n\n\"So much has happened in my... Absence.\" Wyrd rumbled as he rose back up to his full height, seemingly speaking to himself more than anyone in particular. \"How... Interesting.\""
},
{
"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Two fragments of Abrielle had been wandering around the lands and eventually bumped into eachother at the root of Gaia. Both sensing something happening up above the roots and within the upper branches of the tree, they were curious to investigate, instead of un-fragmenting, both the fragments raced up the bark of the great tree, eventually finding themselves high up within the gardens, where all the ruckus was being caused\n\nBoth the fragments watched with wide eyes at the gathering of divinity within the gardens, strolling further in one of the fragments took in a deep breath and opened their mouth, before the other fragment put a hand over their mouth, stopping their speech before it even began and shushing them. Taking a good look around at the gardens, it seems that people were creating something here.. Interesting, though she understood absolutely none of it yet. They simply sat back and listened to the other gods conversing, maybe they'd get something out of it? If not, they were just going to walk up and ask themselves."
},
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"author": "deliriousacer",
"message": "*Mahlios saw all the commotion and got curious, he walked towards the other gods. He stayed quiet as he listened to the others, giving Ica a small wave as he stood next to him*\n\n*He looked at the other gods and counted them, he didn't expect so many gods to be in the same place at once.*"
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"author": "cuttlefishck",
"message": "Nehebakau had been wandering around the lands and had clambered up the upper branches of the tree. In accessing the gardens . The great disharmonious choir of the gods am I right? She was confused... All these people, she had only seen 3 lives , 1 so quickly snuffed out, it was overwelming."
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*All of a sudden, many more gods began streaming into the garden. The first of them- Triticea- immediately seemed to understand the purpose here. Ah, so this was a ritual to create seasons, then? Ica could get behind that.*\n\n*He politely nodded at Triticea, and introduced himself:* **\"Greetings. I am Ica, God of Winter.\"**\n\n*Ah, more were coming. Ica recognised Mahlios, and smiled warmly at him. Then, he repeated his introduction for the other gods that had arrived; one deerlike god, two little girls that shared the same divine presence, and another strange-looking woman:* **\"Hello, siblings. I am Ica, God of Winter, Ice and Snow.\"**\n\n*He looked back at the gardens here, and decided this was an important matter. Much more important than his presence at Haventars... Ritual. Much of Ica's power streamed into this instance of him, having been drawn away from the demiplane. His other version would notice, but he didn't mind. They were the same being, after all.*\n\n*Then, Ica waved his hand, and claimed a section of the garden for himself. The decision of what to make was incredibly easy; his title as God of Winter wasn't for nothing.*\n\n*After mere seconds, his portion of the garden was covered in snow. The flowers retreated into their buds, the trees shed their leaves, the leaf green was replaced by snow white. Proudly, Ica looked at his creation. It would make a nice change of scenery, compared to the other seasons present in the garden.*"
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "The two fragments stared around as more gods flooded into the garden, so many people to talk to! They — or more accurately, she, is gonna have a lot of catching up to do.\n\nThey watched as Ica paused their talk with Silly, seems like they weren't going to get anything out of *That*. They pondered whether they should ask what was going on, as most other gods seemed to know, but their thought process was cut by Ica introducing himself, and they decided to follow suit. One of the fragments raised its arm high up and spoke. \"Abrielle! Goddess of summer and life!\" She very proudly exclaimed, before the other fragment followed suit, repeating the exact same movement and speech, hell, even their tone of voice was the exact same.\n\nThe Abrielles watched as Ica moved to a section of the garden, one raising an eyebrow and one putting a hand on their chin, before staring around at the rest of the gardens. An icy land... A rainy garden... A sunny sky, they tried their best to piece it all together, a light bulb appearing above their head as they racked their brains the best they can, before the lightbulb lit up and they both stared at each other, smiling. \"Seasons!\" They exclaimed in unity, before moving to the piece of garden which Triticea was at, crouching down beside it and looking up at Triticea they both said in unison; \"Mind if I add onto it?\" The questioned"
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"author": "deliriousacer",
"message": "*Mahlios hummed as he looked around, he was apart of all the seasons. He strolled along, giving each season their plants and flowers. He stopped by Ica's last, Mahlios giggled as he made the flower buds open up again* \"You know there are flowers that bloom in winter My Dear Ica\" *He said smiling up at the winter god. Mahlios might favour the cold god, afterall he did adore winter. He hoped the god wouldn't see this as disrespectful or mean, he just wanted to show that even winter has beautiful flora*"
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "What an... Interesting assortment of deities this had turned out to be... Sticking as near to Silly as she could without straight-up hanging off her arm, Vivienne's gaze passed over those who had gathered. She had been hoping to see a familiar face among them. Maybe one from her own ritual all those cycles ago, but it seemed she was not in luck. An icy-looking man by the name of Ica was the first to introduce himself, followed by what looked like a pair of young twins, calling themselves, or herself, Abrielle. Even with just two introductions so far, the witch was starting to notice a pattern. *Deities of seasons and weather.* A category she was absent from. But then again, did her ritual contain a single deity related to dreams aside from her? Only really Ayame, a friend she ought to pay a visit to again at some point.\n\n\"Vivienne. Goddess of Dreams and Prophecy. A pleasure.\" The moth goddess' introduction was short. Simple. To the point. She pulled her feet off the ground, wrapped her wings around her body like a blanket, and simply *Floated,* Curled up and comfy. Without really waiting for an acknowledgement, she set to work herself. She had a second promise of Silly's to fulfill, after all. \n\nThe witch deliberated for a moment. Truthfully, she hadn't been particularly biased towards any seasons. Even in Hypnagogia, weather was more of an afterthought, spurred on by the creatures she created rather than an innate cycle. But that didn't mean she was absent of any bias. Her eyes closed, a duality debating inside her. On one hand, her ideal was a calm, pristine night. Temperate, a soothing breeze, and a bright moon shining above. On the other, stability was not far off from stagnation. An old-growth forest often choked out the newer life, preventing the younger generation from growing to their full potential. In many ways, adversity led to growth. Death to life. To that end, total distinction wasn't the way to go. She needed to blur the lines.\n\nVivienne lifted one of her four hands to the sky, power swirling within her palm. Between winter and spring, early thaws and late frosts. Freezing rain and fog. Between spring and summer, hot storms and cool light. Monsoons and sun showers. Between summer and???\n\nThe power in her hand fizzled out. The goddess scratched her head below her oversized witch's hat. There... Should be something else there, shouldn't there? Her instincts were telling her there should be, yet there wasn't yet. She sighed, her eyes cracking open again and wandering from god to god. Well, she'd just have to wait a moment before she continued. Surely one of the others here knew what to put in that gap."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*Whilst the other gods formally introduced themselves, or hung back in the wings to watch from a distance. Another though peculiarly petite creature quite conspicuously entered the fray, \"\"\"Stealthily\"\"\" Stumbling into the garden with an erratic look in those mad eyes of her's. To witness so many gods all here and now, why it had her heart flutter mad in sync with those mismatched wings of red and blue! That they were all here, and that such power flowed through this room-... It'd be quite evident to anyone that something so very exciting was about to happen! So naturally, Nach was moved to add a little spice of her own.* \"Ehehehehehehe... Hoohoohoohoohoooo~! Oh how very-really fun indeedly this is-be, they speak of seasons? Seasons like on yummy snacks? No-no! That discussion would mandate them all surely, less this __is__ them all? Unlikely me thinks, so seasons of a weather sort then? Oh yes-yes! Of course!\"\n\n*Though she spoke aloud her inquisitive ramblings were directed to no one particular, yet as she listened to the growing crowd of gods Nach drew nearer and nearer before at last she formally announced her presence with an overtly dramatic twirl.* \"Hello! Heya! Hi! Howdy-how! It is I! ME! NA-...\" *Yet somehow she miraculously slipped on a leaf, and proceeded to fall.* \"GeHehaAgh! I __FALL__!\" *She cried, falling face first against the ground.* \"Ow.\" *Yet even in misfortune there was opportunity, and none knew that better than Nach-... Princess of woe! Or was it woah? Anyhow, though she stayed firmly planted on the ground Nach continued speaking to elaborate upon their newly found inspiration.* \"Aha! Ohohoho, my brilliant little thinking box has struck again it has! It has! Join shall I in this, and make wondrous time of my own wherein all shall wilt away in beautiful colours-... Wherein all shall fall, just as I-... Yes!\"\n\n*And so Fall was invented, with a fall.*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "It appeared that the originally small gathering had attracted the attention of the other gods in the area, a veritable entourage of her siblings bursting out of the woodwork to join their little creation game. Most of them seemed content to hang back and watch as she and her more proactive brother and sisters got to work actually creating the seasons. Though she hadn't come up with the idea, she approved of the concept of Fall, a transitory period to warn her crops to shore up for the winter or die. It made the harshness of winter a fair thing, removing the weak and leaving only the best of the harvest standing. \"Fall's a good idea. It provides an apt warning to the plants to get their asses in gear before the winter eliminates the weak ones.\" She nodded, conveying her thoughts to the others.\n\nShe held up her hands, summoning four objects. One a rain cloud, the next a ball of fire. Following that was a dying orange leaf, and finally a snowflake. Willing them to move, she spun the four objects in a circle, observing them as she wondered how she might be able to tweak them to ensure the strongest crops be born while the veritable weeds that were the weaker stalks would be uprooted and wither like they deserved. It served as a bit of a helpful visual for what the congregation of siblings had created thus far, four seasons. \"We should probably stop making more here.\" She decided after a moment. \"They need to be long enough to have an impact, otherwise there's no point to them at all.\"\n\nShe glanced to her siblings, looking to see if they had any objections to the matter. Four seasons to split up amongst... Amongst what? How would they even keep track of the time? She frowned, trying to think of a way to properly convey what she wanted to say to her gathered brothers and sisters. In her consternation, the plants in the Spring section seemed to grow further, ripening rapidly and taking on a glossy, perfect look. Hm, that was an idea. A season of cultivation..."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd craned his neck down curiously as he watched his siblings work, creating their different seasons in an endless cycle. He remained silent as he observed the art of creation, simply watching as they discussed things amongst themselves, some of them seeming to have more of an idea of what 'should' be than others.\n\nThough he held his tongue, Gaia's second-eldest bristled slightly at the assertion. They were gods, not mortals bound by some greater than themselves. Why not push the boundaries of what they could create?\n\n\"I am afraid that I do not understand your hesitation, dear sister.\" Wyrd finally said as he spoke up, crossing the garden with but a few strides of his vast legs. Humming to himself in though, he approached one of the plants which had been untouched by his siblings. \"We are gods. We can provide these... Seasons with as much time as we wish.\"\n\nThe great deer's body split open along his seam and a long, spindly talon extended from within, gently reaching out to touch the plant, a small bushel. A moment later, the bush erupted from the ground before skittering around on its roots, as if they were the legs of an arthropod. After a little bit of mindless scrambling, the bush found a spot among the fall plants which it seemingly approved of and replanted itself as if nothing had happened.\n\n\"I suggest... A season like this.\" Wyrd rumbled, a touch of mirth creeping into his voice at the strange display. \"I have no name for it... But a season where plants uproot and search for good soil to settle in for winter. I think this may be a... Valuable addition to our cycle.\""
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica turned to Mahlios. He cocked his head, and said:* **\"Well, I don't believe these specific plants are used to the cold. I didn't do much; I merely sped up the process of withdrawal for them, to prevent their death.\"** *He smiled. He didn't consider Mahlios rude at all; to Ica, it was merely an attempt at helping.* **\"You're free to add blooming flora, of course. I doubt I have the lone right to my season, especially with all of our siblings gathered here.\"**\n\n*He turned away from Mahlios, looking at Vivienne as she introduced herself. Ah, this was the goddess Aphot had told him about; the one that had supposedly warned some of their siblings of the oncoming threat. Ica watched as she... Didn't use her power? Vivienne seemed hesitant, confused. Ica frowned, and asked her:* **\"Is something wrong, Vivienne?\"**\n\n*When Nach fell into the scene, Ica raised one eyebrow. He'd met some other strange gods, but this goddess was definitely the weirdest out of them. ...Maybe with the exception of Silly. The two were equally odd, Ica thought.*\n\n*Her contribution was helpful, though. It would indeed be wise to give plants the time to prepare for the winter. Ica nodded, and said:* **\"A good idea, indeed. It wouldn't be good if all plantlife died every time winter came around without warning.\"**\n\n*The deer god's idea was... Strange, but not unwelcome. Ica thought about it for a moment. A season in which plants searched for a good place to stay, to survive the next winter...*\n\n**\"I suggest that we place this season in between summer and fall,\"** *He said.* **\"That way, the plants will have time to settle in before winter comes. Alternatively, it could occur during the fall, but it would break up fall into two seasons. We could make it work, surely, but it isn't ideal.\"**"
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"author": "deliriousacer",
"message": "*Mahlios giggled at Ica's word before turning to the rest of his siblings, oh no he forgot to introduce himself! He scrambled to his feet before nervously speaking up*\n\n\"I-i um I'm Mahlios, god of nature and the stars. I hope me adding flora to your seasons hasn't offended anyone, I do not want to step boundaries or upset my siblings\""
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "It seemed Vivienne had, in a way, gotten her wish. She pulled her wings closer around her, uneasily eyeing the season of 'fall' that had been created. The chilly air and the turning leaves were a sight to behold, but something about the scent just brought a feeling of pure *Dread* Into her core. It was similar, *Too similar,* To that of the beast that had assailed her some time ago. Cold humidity, rot, and frost. Unconsciously, she drifted slightly closer to Silly.\n\n\"That's an... Interesting suggestion...\" The witch's voice was slow, unsteady, her gaze jumping over to Wyrd. She masked her emotions the best she could, but she was by no means a perfect actor. \"Why not just subsume it into this 'Fall' though? It already seems to be a season of preparation for winter. Where some might shed their leaves for dormancy, others might wither up entirely and return to their roots, or these...\" She nodded towards the odd, scuttling bush. \"... Could always uproot and find somewhere more temperate to winter. What about the inverse as well? When 'Spring' comes again, would they again uproot and move back to where they first lived? Like how trees regrow their leaves, and flowers bud anew?\"\n\nWith her piece spoken, Vivienne relaxed a bit, turning her attention back to the creation of weather. Again, she directed her magic, and her mind, towards the climate around them. Earlier she had been testing the waters, but if odd and mystical effects were fair game, then she had a few of her own. How about... During 'Spring,' a haze that displaced those that wandered into it, throwing them somewhere else randomly within the fog. During 'Summer,' a rain that fell upwards from rivers and lakes. During 'Fall,' a wind that sang with a hypnotic voice. During 'Winter,' a snow so cold it froze even itself in place, a blizzard frozen in time, captured as though you were looking at a photograph.\n\nVivienne let out a short, tired sigh, and dropped her hand, retreating it back within the comfortable cocoon of her wings. Around her, in a small segment of each of the seasons, those weather effects that she dreamt up came to life."
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "She, or they, simply sat by and watched the other gods create and add onto seasons, spring, summer, fall and winter. They moved away from the segments of the garden that represented summer and towards the other seasons, adding their own small touch to each of them, whether it be exotic plants, icy lakes or dark clouds. They hoped it didn't seem rude to add to what the others had created, if her siblings didn't particularly enjoy her additions, they could simply remove them. \n\nThe fragments moved towards the middle of the room and took a look around at all the seasons that surrounded them, they didn't really have anything much to add to the seasons, though they did have some other suggestions. One of the fragments raised their arms and spoke, their tone of voice enthusiastic and *Horribly* Loud, to the point where it was almost obnoxious. \"Wouldn't it be boring if everywhere was the same season at the same time? We'd be ripped from all the delicious fruits during winter, and if crops die for prolonged periods, even mortals might suffer due to it if they don't plan ahead, no? It might be hard to do, but what if the season changed from place to place? It could be summer northern, but winter southern!\" The fragment exclaimed, nodding to itself, the other following up on their speech soon after, though it spoke to the other fragment, not the gathering of gods in the room. \"But what about east and west?\" It questioned the other fragment, who simply shrugged. Seems like she didn't plan that far ahead.\n\nThe two fragments directed their attention away from each other and back at the gathering of gods to see how their suggestion was received, one of the fragments went to speak again,\n\nThough the other beat her to the punch. \"It would also allow trade between realms! Some crops may be available at times, and unavailable at others. Even if the distance is far, it's a possibility!\" It added before nodding to itself, the other fragment seeming annoyed at the fact that the other one took credit, despite being the same person. The two stood nervously and awaited any reactions to the suggestion."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd visibly deflated a little bit at her suggestion that his season be fused into Fall. They all seemed so determined to have only four seasons, but he did like her ideas and this Nach individual who was behind Fall seemed rather interesting so he simply nodded in agreement. It wasn't what he originally wanted, but it was acceptable.\n\nAs the two fragments of Abrielle spoke up, the great deer turned to them and considered their proposition. It was certainly an interesting proposal, having different seasons in different regions.\n\n\"I... Like that idea, sister.\" He said, addressing both fragments as one, as if he hadn't even realised that they were split. \"The problem of East and West is of little worry, though. Seeing as we have four... Seasons in this cycle, and four directions in our world, each direction can have its own season.\"\n\nHe continued on, elaborating as much to himself as to the other gods.\n\n\"If it is Summer in the North, and Winter in the South, then it may be Fall in the West, and Spring in the East. Or vice versa.\""
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Eheheheheeheh...\" *Sprawled along the garden's grounds, excessively fidgeted, with a starry look in those maddened eyes and the occasional bout of giggling. Nach was elated to witness such positive reception to their wonderfully magnificent idea, to hear the praises sung for \"Fall\" By her siblings. Though they found meaning and purpose where none was presumably held, but Nach wasn't about to stop others from making the plan for her-... Assuming it was interesting of course.* \"Hehehehe, hehehehehe...\" *Alas the praise of gods gave heart to the mad little god, they emboldened her, their thoughts kicked Nach straight back onto her feet with a hop, skip, and a wobble. The little god's glee worn over their sleeve in how they swayed to and fro, excitedly waving their arms around as she began weaving \"Fall\" Together.* \"Thank you! Thank you! Oh the machinations, oh the NACHinations! My precious Fall eternally engraved upon the world, in decay their colours shine for a world of red, with chills the world shivers bundled in plenty, the __fall__ of some sowing the __rise__ of others!\"\n\n*And as Nach's smile grew her heart fluttered, so many new ideas polluted her skull for the season of change that she could hardly contain herself! She envisioned a creeping fog that swept through realms to invite mortals to play within, she saw the invitation of mischievous creatures and tricky spirits in this time of change, she imagined the rainfall of... Colourful gelatinous blobs that occasionally sprung to life. Yet talk of Wyrd's suggestion being subsumed into her own momentarily pulled Nach out of her fanciful thoughts, to give fanciful ramblings.* \"Hmmm, oh-... Oh yes! Ahaha! So shall the uprooted twirl and dance, the dance of death to wriggle and writhe out of its maw! Witness the bush bounce and bob, see how it dances with flowers and others of its ilk while the mushrooms-? The mushrooms sing and berate them of course, for they'd rather have a feast...\"\n\n*Alas she had little to say for the twins' suggestion, but given this creature's... Thoughts, that might be for the best. Then again when Nach was finished speaking she turned toward them with a smile, wink, two thumbs up, and a nudge at the air. Was this her way of saying she approved, or was she trying to subtly say something? There was no telling with her.*"
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"author": "deliriousacer",
"message": "``The god felt overwhelmed, too many gods here at once. He didn't know if anyone heard him or even paid attention. He quickly left the gardens, the fragment returning to the other``"
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Vivienne's addition to winter... Ica grinned. He liked it. Surprising, how he himself hadn't come up with something like this. He supposed that was the reason they were all gathered here, though. The icy lakes the two Abrielles added were welcome too. Ica had nearly forgotten how not all lakes were naturally frozen.*\n\n*There were so many gods gathered now, Ica found he had trouble keeping up with everything. He could barely hear the two Abrielles' ideas, and the deer god's addition was lost on him entirely. He went to stand closer to their conversation; it had seemed like a good idea.* **\"I'd say that if the north regions have summer and south has winter, east would be the progression from north to south; fall. Likewise, the west Realms would experience spring, the transition from winter to summer, from south to north.\"** *He shrugged.* **\"To me, that makes more sense than the other way around, though that might simply be my own preference.\"**"
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Abrielle smiled upon her suggestion being received well, the two fragments high-fiving each other before turning to Ica, tilting their head. One of the fragments seemed to understand perfectly, while the other scratched her head.\n\n\"So as if the seasons were moving in a circle around Gaia! That's smart!\" One of the fragments clapped, slightly levitating above the ground as the other followed suit. \"I like that idea!\" They both said, one raising a thumbs up to wyrd, one raising a thumbs up to Ica, and a third hand appearing out of Gaia knows where and giving a thumbs up to Nach. They sat in silence shortly after, seems like they didn't have much else to add."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Ah, it was such a nice feeling, having your suggestions accepted. With a quiet giggle and a content smile, Vivienne pulled her knees closer to her chest. Her eyes started to droop a little as she listened to the back-and-forth over the timing and changing of the seasons. Not out of any particular boredom, but mostly because she was chronically sleepy. A little thought crept into the forefront of her mind as she slowly drifted off. There was all this talk about north and south, and east and west, but what about where *She* Lived? She waited until a lull in the conversation, before chiming in with her own concerns.\n\n\"What about those of us who reside outside of Gaia's influence?\" The witch yawned as she spoke, her words becoming just a bit harder to understand. \"Will the seasons be able to reach that far? Or would it be solely when our lands drift close enough to experience it, and only for a fleeting moment? I cannot speak for the others, but as I am the sole representative of the farthest reaches, I *Do* Have a suggestion.\" The moth goddess unfurled from her position a bit, pulling two of her arms out from beneath her wing blanket. She cupped them for a moment, before spreading her hands and creating a translucent illusion of the world in its entirety. The seasons were color-coded, with the lands shrouded in winter being white, spring being pink, summer being green, and fall being orange.\n\n\"What if we extended the influence of the seasons to reach slightly beyond the extent of Gaia's roots.\" Some of the void got dyed in those seasonal colors. \"Obviously there can't be seasons in the void, but should one of our realms drift close enough...\" The little model of Hypnagogia drifted into the seasonal zone. \"... Then we can experience them without the risk of having our realms tied up by Gaia's roots.\" Vivienne clapped her hands together and dispelled the illusion, curling back up under her wings. \"A kind of opt-in for my siblings who might not be here. And an opt-out for those who don't wish to experience them. A decision I can somewhat understand. There is an allure to being separated from the affairs of the near realms.\""
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"author": "tda8073",
"message": "A portal opens up, with vines and flowers falling through ever so gracefully. Out step a brown foot, looking as if they were just taken to get a pedicure. Aesop steps through the portal, looking around to the many different deities. \n\n\"Apologies for my tardiness. I had to deal with something within my realm.\" \n\nShe made sure to not speak any further on what it was. Not knowing the relations of Ishmael among the other deities."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She frowned thoughtfully as she watched her siblings create and modify the seasons that she had created. It wasn't that their work displeased her, not to a significant extent anyway, but more that she was trying to conjure up ideas that she could possibly add to the seasons. The seasons and their reach... Stepping forward, she held out a hand, creating a tiny replica of the World Tree and the realms that surrounded it. \"With our combined power, we could extend it even to the realms detached from Mother.\" She hummed, \"Of course, we can't enforce the seasons on lands our siblings protect from them, nor do I think we should anyhow, but to the lands that don't put up some sort of protection against the change of the winds and the stars...\"\n\nShe twirled her finger, and the mirage vanished into nothing leaving just her contemplative face. \"The seasons will be cruel. The Spring and the Summer will be a reprieve that allow the crops to grow, but the Winter will be a good test to seed out the weak mortals that ignore the warnings of Fall.\" She hummed. Deciding to elaborate, she continued on. \"My harvests will not grow when the chill of Winter has descended on the World Tree's realms, save for those that shield their realms from the seasons themselves. Those mortals that fail to prepare for it will die, while the wise ones survive and make their civilisations stronger.\" Her frown curled just the slightest bit upwards. \"Yeah, that'll be useful.\""
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*So many interesting little characters, so many things to do, so very-many things to hear! Nach's manic mind had its attention pulled in every which way in an effort to listen to what all the gods said, dramatically-... Perhaps too dramatically, rearing their head around in whichever direction they spoke. Though Vivienne's talk of widening their reach beyond Gaia's roots held the mad little god's ear, her curious gaze fixed solely upon the sleepy one. The more she elaborated on this, the more visibly excited Nach became, to toy around with the void was certainly an intriguing notion.* \"What a splendid think-thought that is! Oh how bemusing it'd be should one of these voidy-space realms straddle some lines while opting in, worthy of a little test me-I thinks!\"\n\n*Nach cheerily hopped then clapped once at the given proposition, and yet her cheery grin nonetheless became crooked.* \"Though... That thought, that terrible notion of others willfully wishing not to play in something so very-really exciting as this! How so dreadfully dull. How utterly WRET-CHED to imagine that others like us should choose something so sorrowful as __that__.\" *She closed her eyes, Nach's hands held together as she twitched and squirmed. That crooked grin she wore bent into a frown, for this was rather upsetting, and yet she giggled.* \"Ehehehehee! Oh but alas, it cannot be helped, it cannot be helped- for now. Dulls shall dust then we suppose, befitting of they me thinks! Dust.\"\n\n*Once Nach addressed these thoughts however, she reared her head right around onto the newly arriving god with a wave of her hands.* \"Ah... Hello! You! You're quite-very late indeed, but not to worry see! There may still be more to be done, perhaps, maybe? Thus far we've weaved but four seasons, the Springly, a Summerween, my FALL, and ehm... Whenturn! Been decided it has that even the voidy lands can taste them, if they're close enough of course and... Oh yes! They're circular too! Whatever that means, I wouldn't know. If you've any thoughts then surrender them now, I for one want to add giant spinny storm things to my FALL! That'll bring a bout of carnage, oh it'd be most fun to watch too!\""
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "Silly grinned. So many friends. And they were all working together. From Wyrd's little bushes that picked themselves up, to Ica's frost, and Vivienne's wonderous additions. Oooh it was all so creative. There was so much going on that Silly almost couldn't keep track of it all. And, if she, one of the most smart, the god who had the most thoughts per second, almost struggled to keep up with the many seasonal changes that could be brought about, then she was sure all the mortals would love it! All the gods' Summers and Winters and Springs and Autumns: all blended together and swirled about the realms.\n\nAs the ritual had moved on, and these tested seasons began to form, Gaia herself seemed to respond. The leaves to her east dripped with morning dew, spreading a thin mist beneath them, those to her south stood proud and green as ever, those to her west turned golden, orange and brown, and those to her north froze over with snow. The seasons seemed to progress in a counter-clockwise fashion. \n\nWith the ritual so far along, it seemed like it was time to add some finishing touches. And so, that's what Silly did. She waved her hands, bringing about rainbows when Spring met Summer, rainbows that one could chase, but would never quite meet. For Summer meeting Fall, she added a funny little tickle in the wind. Just enough to make the rare tree sneeze. As winter began, she added some bounce and puff to the first snow, perfecting it for a snowball or snowman. And, to mark the beginning of spring, she slipped in a special surprise: little chocolate and candy eggs. Few in number, well hidden, and a nice find for those leaving their warm homes to the thawing frost. Her special treat.\n\nUnlike before where her additions had been made to the garden, this time she'd simply doodled out her additions with a mix of crayons and basic paints. The result was a childish drawing with large brush strokes and overexaggerated colours. The rainbow was also completely wrong, going from Red to Purple to Blue to Green to Yellow, Orange, and then finally Violet. But, Silly seemed very happy with her work.\n\nHolding up the parchment, she hopped over to Wyrd, giggling gleefully and looking for his approval."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "The great deer watched quietly as the rest of their gods did their work, lightly shaking his head with bemusement as Nach insisted on it being *Her* Fall. Though his idea had been incorporated into the season, he had no intention of stealing it from her.\n\nHis attention was caught, however, when Silly ran up to him giggling gleefully. Though, if asked, Wyrd would insist that he cared for all of his siblings equally, the mischievous young goddess was perhaps one of his favourites.\n\n\"Oh, what have we here?\" The god of monsters murmured as he craned his neck down to inspect the parchment. It was certainly characteristic of the goddess of Silly, splashed with bright colours and innocent chaos that he associated with her.\n\nThe great deer was silent for a few moments before letting out a deep, rumbling murmur of approval and a few resounding chuckles in contrast her to giggling. \n\n\"Good. Very good. You do have fantastic ideas, dear sister.\" Wyrd said approvingly, nodding his sizeable head as he raised his neck back up."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Her siblings seemed to ignore what she was saying, but she didn't much mind. Most of her talking was really just her thinking aloud, anyhow, so she was alright if her siblings focused more on the creation of the seasons that they had gathered here to make. She glanced upon the small approximation of a world that they had made, because something didn't sit right with her. This was too simple, too forgiving for her plants. She wanted a seasonal cycle that weeded out the weak seeds and allowed the the best ones to thrive. To have both Spring and Summer to thrive... That didn't sit right with her. Her plants would never innovate and evolve if they were given life on a platter like that.\n\nAn idea popped in her mind as she up her hand and gathered her power. Holding it before herself, a sickly brown powder began to dance in the air above her hand. She held it towards the area representing Summer and blew it. A fell Summer wind of hunger that drained the nutrients of anything that it swept across... Yes, that was perfect. The superior plants would be able to outproduce the winds of hunger, while the weaker ones would wither and die leaving only the prime of the crop around. Sure, it might cause a few mortals to starve by killing their crops and getting them hungry, but that was no concern of hers.\n\nAs she watched the fell winds dancing in Summer, she nodded, pleased with herself. But there needed to be balance, so that her crops could properly prepare themselves for this. She twirled her finger, summoning a swarm of her Harvest Spirits from her own realm. Flicking her finger forward, she sent them flying towards the Spring, to spread abundance before the Fell Winds arrived, to help the plants to recover from the cold of Winter. To cultivate the weak and the strong before the winds of starvation uprooted the weak and left only the best in its path. Yes, this was satisfactory indeed."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "With the creation starting to slow down, it seemed to Vivienne that the ritual was likely to draw to a close soon. The witch reclined just a bit more, almost laying down on this point. A warm expression showed on her face as she watched Silly excitedly show off her creation to the deer-like god. She had to admit, this had been a nice experience. Even though she hadn't particularly socialized with many of the deities here, it was good to at least have met them in passing. Some of them she could even see herself meeting with later. She *Had* Been pretty reclusive lately, it would do to change that. \n\nFor now, though, there were little finishing touches that needed to be done. Namely, personal adjustments to her own realm. As it stood now, some of these changes wouldn't play nice. It was something that she had expected coming into this ritual. Where others had realms of earth and wood and air, hers was thoroughly inorganic. When an organic forest shed its leaves, those leaves would become one with the soil. Something that would not happen to the glassy leaves of her crystalline flora. When plants in the other realms ripped up their roots and scurried away, they'd eventually be able to replant themselves. Where could her Spider Lilies reset their roots in the crystal ground?\n\nThus, adjustments. When fall came, instead of falling, crystal leaves would dissolve, releasing their mana back into the ambient haze. Her Spider Lilies, instead of sprouting from crystal, would become more parasitic, wrapping their roots around branches and sticks, allowing them easier migration. Precipitation should be fine, as it all came from magic anyway, it would be fine to simply have it dissolve back into magic at the end of the season. The rainbow was simple enough, after a rain it would turn the dark haze shrouding Hypnagogia iridescent, if only for a short time. Oh, she could *Also* Tune the magic currents so that Crystal Moths born during the certain seasons held a magic charge weighted towards that season. More snow during winter, more light and heat during summer, that sort of thing...\n\nLost in her own world, tinkering with her own realm, none of these changes would be brought to the wider seasons. Her realm was the aberration here, after all. What would fit there would not fit anywhere else."
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{
"author": "omeganumber",
"message": "*From what could be seen, there was a last minute arrival to the garden, as another god entered into the space. The only acknowledgment to the other gods of her entrance was a small wave. Their hair long and flowing like water, reminiscent of what exactly they controlled. They went over to one of the garden sections.. Spring.. Thinking. They glanced over all the work the others had already done, they wanted to add their own touch to all of it. Her eyes were caught on the spring season.. A spring monsoon or two couldn't hurt at the end of it. It would be beneficial even.\n\nAnd since it seemed to fit within what the others were doing, creating weather, growth, and destruction of all sorts of life and events, she decided to go along with her idea. So with this decision in mind, she created. With a wave of her hand there was some new weather for spring. This was all she needed to do to feel satisfied with her work as it seemed all the rest of the gods were just doing their final touches anyways. She would remain in the area to see what the rest of the people did and to see what their thoughts were on the whole event*"
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*For now Nach's nachinations could conclude with resounding success, at last our mad little god could relish in the joys of creation! For Nach gave unto this world the very same fall which she endured, a season of change, that which could bring about a bounty of delight for all those silly little mortals and the realms which they pollute. Wherein plants unrooted themselves for richer soil, so that the fungi could berate their cowardly flight. Wherein a world of colour could warp all life within a realm, whilst fog enveloped their surroundings and storms brewed with rampaging cyclones! Wherein mischievous creatures were invited to wreak havoc, and the heavens parted to rain the living writhing slime upon all these misfortunates! Gahahaaa! \"Beautiful\" Thought Nach, \"Spectacular!\" Thought she, \"How terribly terrific!\" Wondered they.*\n\n*Such splendour could hardly be contained, for it was put on display with how Nach rocked herself to and fro with how she wiggled and writhed. Her hands pressed on the sides of Nach's skull, and a most devious grin worn clear on that ugly mug of her's.* \"Ohhhh the joys of creation, the wonders of weaving! Geheh! Oh I do so cherish this! Oh but it needn't end so soon, it needn't end so soon... These hands of mine stir, they yearn as does mine-own mind! Ha! It's all clear in view it is, a wonderland of mine-own wondrous thoughts weaved by these wretched hands! Fun! How ever so very fun.\" *But what sounded like more of Nach's nonsensical ramblings was in actuality the mad god more or less thinking aloud an idea, a most wonderful idea, an idea so grand she wondered why it hadn't donned on her sooner. These seasons promised change for these others and their realms, thus it stands to reason that Nach ought to have her own... There shall Fall's terrors be born among other, beautiful things.*\n\n\"Ehh-? Cup-...?\n\n*Alas, Nach's schemes were brought to an abrupt conclusion at the mere mention of cupcakes.* \"CUP-CA-KES!\" *Excitedly cheered our mad little god as she briefly yet enthusiastically clapped, that was before she threw herself onto all fours and rushed onto the table. Utterly oblivious to the use of chairs, like some deranged wild animal she lept atop the table and immediately began stuffing her face with a couple of them.* \"Ckaupecs! Ccueapks! Idoso vrey love ckecuaps! GAHA! Sodid Caerlhs! Oh he so aoredd the cucepkas I uesd tobake, I suohld asebllotuy bkae them for when we meet aagin! GAH! He'dlovethat! I'd lvoe taht!\" *Few unfortunately can decipher a \"\"God\"\" Such as Nach whose mouth is full of cupcakes.*"
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Well, she couldn't say no to such a generous offer now could she?\n\nDoing her best to ignore the gremlin child absolutely tearing up the confectionaries, Vivienne let out a tired, content hum, and floated over to one of the provided chairs, dropping her levitation and just plopping down in it. She adjusted her wings, letting them drape over her lap like a blanket, and happily picked out a cupcake. After the first bite, she smiled brightly. It had been far too long since she'd had sweets like this. Or at least, ones that weren't in her dream realm. Now if only she had a drink to go with it... That'd probably have to go on the list next, she figured. Somewhere in Hypnagogia there had to be good tea leaves. She'd just have to find them. Or convince her children to look for her. Maybe if they enjoyed the sweets she made, and maybe if she conjured up a drink to go with it...\n\n\"Larry is quite the formidable baker,\" Were the first words out of the witch's mouth, once she'd finished off the first cupcake. \"Do extend my thanks as well, if you would please.\" Without even an ounce of hesitation, she reached for another. Her mouth opened just a bit too wide, her teeth just a bit too jagged, and that one was unceremoniously finished off in a single bite. She giggled happily, holding a hand to her cheek. This only solidified the fact she needed to hone her own skills a bit more. She sent the message back to her fragment in Hypnagogia, and reached for another..."
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "Silly giggled as the others accepted Larry's cupcakes. She made a mental note to bestow a blessing on Larry later, as well as any other that might give her such tasty offerings. Sitting back, she tossed a strawberry cupcake - one with pink icing - up into the air and swallowed it in one go. The tissue-paper wrapping and all. Tasty.\n\nAs they'd been talking, and the ritual's power had begun to spread out further, the leaves upon the world tree changed, the seasons already beginning to cycle anti-clockwise about the world. And with those changes, came surprises. Times for growth and times for rest. Challenges to make the plants grow stronger, and taste all that much more sweet. Each and every bit was weaved together, ironing out the peaks and troughs of chaos into a pleasant yet unpredictable cycle. While not every spring would being a monsoon, some might. Not all bushes might pick themselves up, come the end of autumn, but some inevitably would. The core of each season remained, and the puzzle pieces had been slotted together.\n\nGrinning wildly, Silly shuffled along next to Vivienne on her seat and clapped her hands.\n\nPOP.\n\nThe many test creations in the gardens fizzled, turning into steams of confetti and blasting up and about into the world. A rainbow heading towards spring, a snow stream to winter, a sun beam to summer, and a swirl of golden orange leaves towards autumn. Each brought the many aspects of the new seasons into the world, and with that finale, the ritual was complete. \n\nAnd the cupcake eating and relaxation could begin in full.\n\n\"Hehee- I'll tell Larry you said that when I next visit. Ooooh- and Nach-nach- Help yourself! I can always get Larry to make more and more! He's really good at doing all the things I ask him to! I just turn up in his house sometimes and tell him lots of stuff and he always gets this me look on his face and he kinda stares blankly but then when I come back and remember he's done it and it's really good! See look-\"\n\nSilly gestured to one of the chocolate cupcakes, which sat on a green paper wrapper casing. \"He even made these little wrapper things so they don't get crumbs all over the table! Ooh- and I think the green ones are a bit mintyyyy~\" She snatched the cake swallowing it whole and confirming her suspicion. \"Mmmm~\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Well, she saw no reason to reject the offering that her sister had presented to her, considering the cupcake with some satisfaction. She could sense the wheat that had been used to craft this confectionary. She could sense a variety of her other subjects, their slaughtered bodies used to craft the icing upon the cake along with milk. Strawberries, mints, cacao, and more. Yes, these were a worthy offering to her name indeed. A small smile spread across her face as she reached that conclusion, bringing it up to her mouth and taking a dainty bite. Not the best quality of crops, she could tell, but they were passable enough for a divine offering. Not one to be picky with what happened to her crops once they were harvested, she didn't raise any objections to the treat.\n\n\"Thanks, sis!\" She nodded at the jester god. She wasn't sure who Larry was, but she figured she didn't much care. She had no interest in the processes that went into turning her plants into food, only with the cultivation of the plants themselves and the eventual harvest of them. Of course, as the goddess of satiety and hunger, she really had no need to eat, but she figured that she might as well, as a show of goodwill towards her fellow deities. She studied the cupcake she'd picked up, already able to tell the conditions that the plants it had been made from were raised in, as well as the age of the wheat before it had been harvested, and that of the cacao as well.\n\nThe admittedly uncouth behaviour of Nach didn't bother her all that much. She was a goddess of farming herself, after all, and that wasn't exactly the most glamorous job either. Sterile and proper were not exactly words that she would use to describe herself, and so she didn't much mind one of her chaotic sisters being herself, even if it did make something of a mess. Flicking one of her wrists, a wind of famine swept through the area, causing the mess to decay into nothing and leaving the area clean in its wake."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "As Onesifi wandered about the many branches of Gaia, they were bound to find themself in the Gardens of Gaia. The deity of travel didn't stop for a second, but they did find themself going in circles, captivated by the gardens.\n\nOnesifi knew themself well enough to note the peculiarity of this. After all, such aimless movement went against all that they were: they were spending their time and energy on something that served no purpose at all. But the smell of flowers, the colourfulness, the pure energy of *Life* That permeated this place almost completely overwhelmed the new deity. Their mind was desperately trying to justify this: *\"It doesn't befit a deity to act without knowing what the situation is. I am just gaining understanding.\"* How true was that? Onesifi themself could hardly say.\n\nIn any case, the heron-winged deity picked a golden apple-like fruit from a nearby tree, starting to eat it on the go, perhaps waiting for another of their divine siblings to show up."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "As the goddess of agriculture and the Lady of the Harvest, it was no surprise that the Wheatmother often frequented the Gardens of Gaia. This was the place where her own creator's take on plants grew, after all, and so the wonderful fruits here often served as a base and an inspiration for her to mimic in her own plants and to improve upon until they were greater than even the bounties of the Mother of the Gods. In a way, these two were her siblings. After all, all of the gods were special fruits sprouting the World Tree, so it could be said that these fruits, of the same origin, were her brothers and sisters too, merely deprived of the gift of life.\n\nAs she stepped into the Garden, however, she quickly realised that she was not alone today. As usual when going out into areas where her siblings were likely to appear, she had adopted a humanoid form, shedding her true eldritch shape into something more presentable. She had appeared, as usual, in the form of a beautiful human woman with golden hair like wheat tied into braids that hung over her shoulders. \"Sibling!\" She called, waving a hand at him as she strolled through the mulchy fields and approached where he stood. Of course, this place was not exclusive to the gods, but as a deity she could sense his divinity, especially since he made no effort to hide his godhood.\n\nHe was no deity that she recognised, but that was no surprise. She knew that she had only the thinnest of connections among her sisters and brothers, and even if she knew of every god in existence, the Mother Goddess was always sprouting more and more of her kin with each passing day. With one arm, she waved in greeting to him, and in the other she held a basket of the finest wheat from her Valley. She had brought them here to compare them against the specimens that were growing in the divine garden, to see what niche areas that she had yet to improve upon. There was no sense in settling for success, after all, not when excellence was an expectation."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "Onesifi was slightly startled by the unknown voice, enough to stop their wandering for a moment. It would be foolish to assume that there would be no other deities in the divine gardens, of course, but, in their defense, they assumed they would have to be the one to approach another. They turned around in time to see the goddess wave at them, and waved back - as was courteous.\n\nThere wasn't truly any purpose to their wandering before that, so a dialogue with the goddess - who, as the embodiment of ambition could tell by her aura, held quite a bit more power than them - would certainly not hurt. After all, she could help the deity grasp their newly-found power and give away information on the state of existence and some other of their siblings. \n\nThey cleared their throat in preparation and responded with a bow and a steady voice: \"Greetings, sister. I am Onesifi, and I believe I embody ambition, as well as travel. May I inquire as to your own identity?\"\n\nAfter that, they noticed the bucket of wheat in the goddess's hand. Instinctually, they moved around her, closer to the bucket, and inquired: \"Am I correct in assuming that you are the goddess of plantlife? I must compliment the wheat; it has a beautiful colour.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Great Locust's mouth curved upwards from her more welcoming smile into one of mild amusement. \"Sort of, but not really. The plants of the wild are none of my business.\" It might not seem like an important distinction to others, but it meant the world to her. An important part of her purpose was to be a goddess of civilisation as well as a god of plants, so to associate her with the plants of the wild was terribly incorrect. As far as she was concerned, the trees of forest and the berries sprouting in the wild were the domain of the gods of nature, and had nothing at all to do with her. What she represented was the plants cultivated by mortal hands, the crops that allowed civilisations to survive. As far as she was concerned, the difference was as vast as the endless void that surrounded the World Tree.\n\nShe placed her free hand on her chest. \"I'm Triticea, the Wheatmother. I hold the portfolios of agriculture, satiety, and hunger, though the goddess of the harvest rolls off the tongue better.\" As for his domains... They were important, too. Ambition was the less important one in her eyes, since it didn't really relate to farming. Travel was important, though, as it was travel that allowed mortals to sell their harvests, and it was travel that allowed the trade of her crops to flourish. Perhaps that was a bit of a tunnel-visioned way to look at it, but she had a tunnel-visioned way of looking at things in general. Above all, she cared about the role in running the world that she believed that the Mother Gaia had created her for.\n\n\"As for the wheat, this is some of the finest from my Valley of Abundance. It's excellent, but it's not yet perfect. That's what I'm here to refine.\" She hummed, not afraid to admit her intentions. Why would she be, after all? She hardly thought that anyone would really object to her improving the quality of her crops, especially since it meant that the bounty that her swarms of Granum would leave behind would be even greater now."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "Onesifi remained in movement as they listened to Triticea's replies. Perhaps some would find it rude and inappropriate in a polite conversation - but frankly, they couldn't care less. Their nature was movement - physical as well as mental.\n\nThe clarification on the goddess's domain made the deity shake their head as they responded: \"Ah. Please, forgive me for the misunderstanding. I am still trying to find out what exists and what does not.\" There clearly was a lot more already going on in this new universe than Onesifi would assume at the first glance. The gods of civilisation had already formed - which meant that they had arrived late enough for their own domains to truly matter. Growth of a tree, of grass, even the way that animals sought to feed themselves - all of that did not concern Onesifi in the slightest, for there was no true purpose behind that. And yet, the brief looks down from the branches of the Godmother did let them know that the world was young enough. There was time.\n\nStill, their thoughts were going off track. The conversation now, everything else later. \"It is truly a pleasure to meet you, Triticea,\" - they nodded in response to Triticea's own introduction. A common courtesy, little more to be said here, and so Onesifi decided to move onto the next part - a more interesting one.\n\nHearing the goddess proclaim her goal in the garden drew an approving smile out of the deity of ambition. \"Perfection is always a worthy pursuit, I have to say. Never quite achievable, of course, but that means that one is always striving for more,\" Onesifi stated, almost as more of a remark to themself. Their voice trailed off somewhat, unsure as what to say next exactly."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Triticea didn't much mind Onesifi's silence, if she was being honest. Better silence than annoyance, like speaking in riddles the way Aphot did. At the very least he had the good grace to be silent, and when he finally did speak he seemed sensible enough. It did occur to her that her standards for what was acceptable might be rather low, but she wasn't quite sure. Unlike some of the other gods, which had their past lives to draw upon for memories, she was an original creation of the Mother Goddess. As such, she had no real point of reference to what was acceptable behaviour and what was not, even if she tried to conduct herself with some level of dignity.\n\nOh, he was speaking again. Her eyes flickered from the ground back to him as she piped up, giving him her some admittedly vapid pleasantries before moving on to something more interesting. \"Perhaps not for mortals, but for the divine, perfection is in reach. Not easily so, of course, but it is there.\" She hummed, brushing on the stalks of wheat. \"To mortals, perfection is unattainable. They die before they can reach it. But for us gods, us immortals, we have eternity to refine our domains, and to make them flawless.\" \n\nTo create perfect plants was why she had been created, after all. It would make no sense in her mind for perfection to be out of reach, since that would mean that the very purpose that drove her was impossible. \"Gaia creates us all with a task that we're meant to fulfil.\" She hummed, closing her eyes. \"What role were you assigned to play?\" Another side effect of being an original creation of Gaia was that she tended to hold purpose in high regard, since she had little else to truly cling to. Being a solitary deity, she had few connections to the world outside at the moment, and with no past life to rely upon, she had only purpose to drive her.\n\nWas it really so surprising that it would become the very centre of everything that she stood for, of the criteria that she used to judge others?"
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"author": "dynoknyght",
"message": "***...BOOM-!***\n\n*Forming a small crater on the floor, the rock that had just fell from up above split open, cracking, as two large black wings spread open, as a being began crawling out of the rock. They groaned, coughing... They held their chest, hurting, as their attire was monochrome. Black and white robes to match the beings bright white skin, they lifted from within the torn halves of the rock, as they looked around.*\n\n*As stated before, the being wore white and black rags, with splashes of brass. Medals and buckles on their clothing, they dangled and clinked, making noises similar to that a chime would make. The being had long silver hair, and from their head grew two large antlers, similar to that of a moose. They had a white tail, that swished behind them. And to top it off; two large black wings. Stations just below the beings back, but just above their buttocks. They stood up, and their eyes darted around, before croaking something out.*\n\n\"...H-hello...? Is... Anyone there?\""
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "*He had split his consciousness, it seemed nearly instinct as one half moved away from the halls of the god, away from the ritual and from the ceaseless presence of all those gods. He could sense his other half, control them both easily- it felt good, well almost. He heard something as his head snapped at a lightning speed towards the sound of the a crash. He instinctively dropped to the ground on all fours, his limbs spread out his back changing as he outstretched his clawed hands infront of him and expanded his legs to help carry him as his cloak disappeared. He seemed more like a wild beast now as he quickly moved stalking from the nearby foliage, deathly silent and careful. Warry of who this is,*\n\n*He watched her move staying clear of where her gaze looked, he stalked expertly as if he had done this all of his existance... What a short existence this had been, but he grew bored of this- she didn't seem aggressive, he decided to let his guard down as he took a gentle quiet step out from the foliage standing back on two feet right behind her as his cloak reformed* \"I am.\" *Spoke a strange monstrous and unfeeling sounding voice just behind her, he stayed just out of reach- still warry and careful*"
},
{
"author": "dynoknyght",
"message": "*The girl stepped out of the shell of the rock, and immediately hugged herself; rubbing her arms with her hands as she felt a wave of coldness wash over her. Before, she was very warm, but now, she was cold as ice. The air around her figure almost compressed, sound being pulled into her body. She looked at the man make himself known, as she yelped for a moment, taking a single step back as she looked at him, her eyes widened.*\n\n\"Y-You...! Stranger... Who are you? Where am I?\"\n\n*Her voice sounded as though she was underwater, muffled yet somehow perfectly clear to hear. Like her voice was sucked away by a vacuum. Yet even still, her voice was loud. It wavered as she held a small hand out, her wings outstretched behind her.*\n\n*She shook, unsure of what to do at the moment. Just a minute ago, she was trapped in a tight, pitch black space. She was slightly hurt... A pounding feeling in her chest. She didn't like it.*"
},
{
"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "*He watched her, he had many crimson eyes along his shadowy body popping out of his obsidian like skin like blood pooling out of a wound, many focused on her every movement tracking her exactly and very carefully. But there where other eyes watching there surroundings as well. Ironically there head had no eyes itself* \n\n*As she took a single step back he took a exact single step forward just barely out of reach but as if he could lunge at any moment- but his body while on guard seemed less posed to attack and more to withstand or dodge a attack from any angle* \"I am agraothrust. A new God, just like you, do you feel it? Your purpose? Your being of creation?\" \n\n*He asked his voice not Wavering but it did seem to hold a new sense of curiosity however*"
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"author": "dynoknyght",
"message": "*As he asked that, a name came into her head... She could feel it. She thought about his question, and slowly got closer, but had her hands out, ready to defend herself if she needed to.*\n\n\"...F-Felyra. Felyra... Krynvielle... That is my name. I... I am a God, yes.\"\n\n*She felt her purpose, at least somewhat. She looked up into the sky, infatuated with it. It looked... So empty. There were clouds, and a large glowing ball, yet, other than that... It was just space. She looked back down at Agraothrust, her brow slightly furling, as her face relaxed. She stood up straight, standing quite tall, yet she was incredibly thin, before her gaze fixated on the man.*\n\n\"I... I know not who created me. Yet... I feel gratitude. Now... Answer me something else... How do I get up there?\"\n\n*She said, pointing at the sky. She needed to get up there. To fill it with something. The emptiness of it all upset her greatly.*"
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "\"I see,\" *He said as he saw her arm point up, instead of turning his head up instead he extended a single arm, opening his clawed hand as an eye grew into the center. It looked up at the sky as he grinned showing off rows of deadly and cruel teeth* \n\n\"Now that, I've never tried\" *He stated as his grin persisted* \"But... I feel like I've seen this before, another god born at the same time as I had- they had wings...\" *He stated as his back suddenly began to shapeshift and change before two large eagle like wings bursted from his back and ripping threw his cloak with sickening cracks and pops as he extended them- they looked to be white feathers but a strange blood like red liquid dripped from each feather, in the center of each wing was one large eye ball* \"I know not how far we can reach but... We can fly,\""
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"author": "dynoknyght",
"message": "*Felyra watched as his wings expanded. She got closer to him, her hands now at her sides. She was a bit more relaxed, as her wings outstretched, being arguably larger than his were. She lightly chuckled, as she looked up.*\n\n\"Yes... Fly, we can. Shall you and I go, then...?\"\n\n*She flapped her wings, a huge gust of wind billowing out of her, as she lifted off the ground, as her huge wings fluttered. She began flying, and stared at the World Tree, where she'd been born. It was... Beautiful. Vibrant. Humungous. She wanted her creations to do that... At least, she figured, she's a god! She can bring forth life... Couldn't she...?*\n\n\"Gods have abilities... Yes...? What are mine...?\""
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "\"I'm not sure myself, but I can feel it\" *He said launching up, he wasn't as quite fast as her and he sent sprays of blood and ruined feathers with each flap of his wings, but he wasn't necessarily slow either as he stayed in decently close reach*\n\n\"Can't you? The drive to create, the feeling of kin among the other gods and the world bending to are whims- it feels right. Although something tells me you were meant to be in the skies for more then I was.\" *He watched her fly memorized by her skill, to be fair he was easily impressed as he had hardly seen much flying at all, but it was unique and new to him- even as he was the god of the unnatural it didn't mean he disliked the natrual. After all without sense there couldn't be nonsense and there couldn't be the unnatural without the Natrual.*"
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"author": "dynoknyght",
"message": "*Felyra let out a laugh as she flew higher and higher, eventually above the tree itself, as she spun in circles and loops, and did barrel rolls in the air. She looked down at him, struggling to fly, as she chuckled some more.*\n\n\"You must not fly often. Your wings are crude, you fly slow...\"\n\n*Though, she thought that it was strange. She could fly this well off the rip...*\n\"I... Have an urge. Yes, to create. This emptiness in the... Sky, is it called...? I want to fill it. Fill it with my ideas. I've only met you, no other Gods. Are there other...\"\n\n*She looked down at herself, and then at Agrao.*\n\"...*Goddesses*...?\""
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "\"This is the first time I've ever flown, I haven't been alive much longer then you have.\" *He said his wings growing longer with a satisfying but crude snap as he suddenly pushed upwards* \"I have will to create, but not to fill the skies. It must be that we have much different duties you and I.\" *He said gaining on her, making it easier to speak* \n\n\"I wish to hunt, in the wilds- in deep mists and places unknown to this world, find and create creatures that break one's mind and don't make sense- the ceaseless whispers of insanity and the forgotten breath of reality. That's what I feel I embody\" \n\n*He said finally managing to crudely catch up with her, although he knew that she could probably easily out maneuver him. He wondered if this was a bad idea, he felt vulnerable up here* \"Goddesses? Yes, I had seen many. Although I don't really feel driven towards any gender or personal being...\" *He said thoughtfully curious*"
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"author": "dynoknyght",
"message": "*She nodded as he spoke, as she laughed again at his crude flying, as he made himself bigger and more powerful. She listened to him speak about his will. To hunt, to create creatures that'd drive one mad... And a smirk grew on her face. This place they were in, it was already full of life; that was evident. However, the skies... They— already empty from objects —were devoid of life. She could put it in...*\n\n\"You and I... We could work together. I could fill the skies with stars, planets, moons. You can provide them with...\"\n\n*She looked down at the ground, several thousand feet below them.*\n\n\"...Alien life.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "*\"It's not the same after you've snuffed it out.\"* The goddess huffed through their telepathic link. The song that left her lips would not be the same to her as the one that had danced from her throat just a few moments earlier, and so she wanted no part in it. Besides, despite everything that she had said and the mild offence with which she took to his actions, she still respected what her brother wanted. If he didn't want to hear the song, she would acquiesce him that out of respect for him as one of her siblings. She might be pricklier in this aspect than in her other one, but that didn't particularly mean she was crueler. If anything, the Child forgave easier than the Mother.\n\nAs he approached her with a favour on his metaphorical tongue, she glanced up at him. She appeared disinterested, but despite that she set down the basket of blueberries and plucked the flower from his hands. Bringing it close, the goddess of the harvest studied her brother's creation, tilting her head and swaying it in front of her gaze. Pinching the stem, she took a moment more to study it. *\"This one could use a better method of reproduction.\"* She hummed after a moment, the advice travelling and emanating directly in the other god's mind. \n\nAs the goddess of agriculture, she had little interest in the beauty of flowers. What mattered to her was the practicality of it all, and while this flower's method was *Passable*, it wasn't all that effective. Beautiful, yes, but unlikely to spread its seeds and bring about more of its kind into whatever realm it was placed in. *\"The pollen isn't enticing for the insects.\"* Given that one of her preferred form was a locust, she was a particular expert on the kind of flowers that insects enjoyed. Driving away the pollinators was never a good strategy for flowers. Since it meant that flowers like this had to rely on intelligent mortals or higher entities to survive, rather than surviving on their own. A flower like this was *Weak*."
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"author": "nox1644",
"message": "\"Ah, then you have my sincerest apologies- dear sister..\"\n\nHe was, relatively apologetic towards his elder sibling- though not entirely sorry for the silencing of her tune. It was that same annoyance that should be snuffed out like a raging flame, sound. Regardless of such unpleasantries, Nox listened to the advice being given on his flower, and whilst the critiquing certainly saddened him a tad, believing that this flower was perfect as is. He was overall relieved that he could gain some form of feedback on this specimen, it needed a better means to reproduce- and such a matter can be solved quite easily.. A second of these flowers were to sprawl outwards from his palm, and soon began running his index finger up and down the stem, between each petal, and occasionally poking at the base of the specimen.\n\nWith each poke, with each prod, the flower changed in his palm- sometimes it grew twisted, and occasionally it began shedding abnormal levels of pollen, soon creating a practical cloud of the stuff.. Yet after some minor trial and error, Nox succeeded in bettering its means to reproduce. Alas, he was proud! Indeed he was, and with an excited jolt of the neck, his stare returned to facing his sister.\n\n\"Sister sister.. I have done as you have spoken of, the flower should now be able to sustain itself quite well.. I am indeed quite happy with how this turned out.. Could you lend me your further insight on this specimen?\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She watched him improve on the flower. It wasn't his purpose, but she couldn't find it in herself to disdain him for straying from his divinely ordained duty for just a moment. After all, it was *Her* Duty that he was helping her with, even he most likely didn't know it at all. She waited until he had completed his work on the flower before waving her hand and taking it for him to examine further. The goddess took a few moments to study the newly changed flower, then after a moment nodded in approval. She could tell that the pollen was better suited for insects, better for the flower to reproduce and ensure that its species lived on. She had never been too partial to insect reliant pollination, to be honest, but it was passable.\n\n*\"It's better.\"* Her voice informed him through their mental link. At the very least, now it wouldn't struggle to propagate and flourish when mortals got their hands on it. Of course, her advice was more related to plants in a domesticated environment like a garden or a field, rather than relating to flowers growing in the wild. She was a goddess of civilisation, after all, not a deity of the wild. Still, the changes that Nox had made would help it in both contexts, so she supposed that it wasn't particularly relevant which environment she was better suited for advising on.\n\nShe allowed the flower to slip from her hands, the blossom returning to her brother the moment it ended its contact with her fingers. The scent of freshly baked bread only grew stronger, heightening with the goddess' satisfaction upon fulfilling her purpose. Yes, her brother had been the one to actually do the improving, but her part in informing him of the flaws of his flowers beforehand was enough for her to find contentment with her work. Her sense of fulfilment was clear on her face, despite the fact that what she'd done didn't seem that grand or flashy. Then again, she wasn't a grand or flashy deity with a grand or flashy domain, so that did make sense."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Once again she was here. She found this place... Beautiful. Only goddesses and gods could stand here without being tempted at all. The trees were so perfect, so beautiful... So young. She has seen plenty of worlds, done it all... Had her life now. This garden was brilliant as diamonds. She remembered those hot summer nights, the crazy days, where she would have fun like a child.\n\nShe was young and beautiful, she had nothing but her aching soul. Her four eyes focus on the trees and the fruits. The world was her stage, hot summer dreams... Where she played for her creatures. Her pretty face focused on the ground now. One day she was no longer going to be young, and she wondered if someone besides her creatures would still love her once she was no longer beautiful. But had she ever been beautiful? Many gods were grossed out of her appearance, but, she didn't choose to be this... Perfect. The goddess of love twirled between the soft wind that was glancing towards her. \n\nShe opened her wings, and flapped them gently, making a soft noise. Her wings felt the soft whisper of her mother. She listened to the silence of the garden. It was her mother, it was all for her... Everything she did. These gardens were heaven in this desperate tree. It was better than she had ever known. For a moment, she didn't know what was she made for.\n\nShe used to know, but now she was not sure. Xantara had a role, sure, but what was she made for? Was she even real for her mortals? What was she made for? Xantara didn't know how to feel, but... Maybe it was okay. Someday she will know what was she made for, maybe to help others, not only her mortals but her siblings.\n\nBut she wondered why didn't she feel happy. Maybe it was because none of her siblings actually liked her. Or that is how she felt. Maybe she was too insistent. She used to feel like she was floating, but now, she constantly felt like she was letting down others. Again, what was she made for?\n\nThe fruits were there to tempt others. But what about her? Was she even allowed to be called a goddess? Sometimes she could be mean. Xantara didn't know how to feel... \n\nHer wings lifted her up for a moment, the pink-skinned goddess feeling the wind once again,."
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{
"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "The creation of his realm was complete, at least the bare bones of it. He laid the foundations for humanity to flourish and now, he waited to see what they would do with the gifts he provided. Deciding to step back and let his people handle their situations, Biaosheng found himself back at the World Tree, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. He was beginning to get the hang of this god-business now though as he watched his people grow, Biaosheng couldn't help but be awed at how the mortals lived. Their lives were so short yet they continue to push forward through their hardships, learning and growing. In truth, Biaosheng was almost a little jealous. He wondered what it would be like to live as a mortal.\n\nWhile pondering about these little dreams, Biaosheng decided to take his train of thought to the gardens, a place where he truly felt connected to the all-mother, Gaia. Water flowed throughout the garden, feeding and granting new life to the vegetation and flora. Walking through the garden, Biaosheng's elegant robes flowed behind him like a gentle river, while his deep blue hair shimmered in the light like a moonlit waterfall. Such peace and beauty these gardens possessed. It just made Biaosheng wonder if he could ever recreate something like this in Azurea.\n\nAs he walked through the garden, the presence of another god would not escape Biaosheng's senses, the water god looking up to see the winged goddess above. His eyes reflected a deep kindness and gentleness as he grinned at her, his arms neatly folded into the sleeves of his silken robes. \"It is exceptionally beautiful today, isn't it.\" He commented, remaining on the ground. Peeking out from behind Biaosheng was a dragon's tail with a tuft of white fur at the tip. Accompanied with the blue branch-like horns on his head, it would be easy to discern that his godly form must be related to some form of dragon."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"I am uncertain; the days spent in the garden exhibit a sense of uniformity,\" Chimed in another voice, interjecting into the forthcoming conversation. This individual playfully tapped at the tail of the water deity while contemplatively scratching their chin with a tilted head. Dagon rose from their seat and proceeded to walk past Biaosheng, affectionately patting him on the shoulder as he passed. \"One might easily stumble upon your extended tail,\" He remarked, making his way towards the ethereal deity hovering above. With a polite request, he addressed them, \"Pardon me, would you be so kind as to assist your brother by granting me a few of those delectable fruits?\" He gestured towards a tree situated in close proximity to the goddess."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Xantara suddenly felt two essences appearing behind her. She turned around just to find Biaosheng. Her four eyes blinked fast at his horns and his long tail, he talked to her, and she just lowered herself to wave at one of her brothers. He was absolutely beautiful! Of course, Xantara loved everyone and everything, it was almost impossible for her to feel hate or disdain. \n\n\"It is indeed brother.\" She said, flapping her insect-like wings, her green hair falling on her face covering the second set of her eyes. She fixed her hair, and smiled. A mushroom grew on her shoulder, and she just laughed it off. Suddenly another god chimed in she smiled gently once again. \"I believe so, it is just... So beautiful.\" She chuckled fixing her white robe, and laughed at Dagon commented on Biaosheng's tail. She could just fly right above it, her voice was doubled, it had like an echo behind it.\n\n\"I would love to brother.\" She said as she flapped her wings, lifting herself up and picking the fruit for Dagon, and some more for herself and Biaosheng. She lowered herself and gave him the fruit with a gentle manner. \n\n\"It sure is perfect out here.\" Two eyes focused on Biaosheng and the other two on Dagon. And they blinked at different paces. She laughed a little, and said. \"It is great to see you, brothers.\""
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"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "Biaosheng turned the moment he heard someone else speak, frowning slightly at his tail getting tapped. As a result, it moved away from Dagon, curling tightly near Biaosheng's feet. He chuckled lightly and shrugged, facing Dagon with a friendly smile. \"Well, then its a good thing it has a mind of its own to avoid unsuspecting feet.\"\n\nIt was true. Having an extra appendage like that wasn't something Biaosheng could really control consciously. It just had a mind of its own and truthfully speaking? He did find it a little fun to play with but they don't need to know that. Biaosheng returned his attention to the love goddess, taking the offered fruit. \"Thank you.\" He nodded to her.\n\n\"It's good to see you too, sister. I must confess, though, that despite our relations, I fail to know your names.\" Biaosheng chuckled nervously, grasping the fruit in both hands. His nails were long, forming small claws but even those shimmered like scales in clear water. \"My name's Biaosheng, god of flowing water and merchants. And you two?\""
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "Dagon, was already gone drifting away to the nearest spot with a large tree to sit down and lay back observing the fruit as he crossed his legs together. Lost in his his own thoughts he bearly heard what the other two were saying even tho he had the means to listen in anytime, he found the act of peeling the fruit slowly to see what layed behind the skin to be priority right now. \n\"Yet another delicious part of my table, tonight's dinner shall be fucking excellent, should I make this into a sauce or a pastary, sweetness can pair well with some salty dishes, maybe a biscuit fo dip into some gravey?\" He mutters to himself twirling the fruit once he peeled it fully to gaze at its vibrant juicy flesh. \"Might as well take a bite out of you...\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Xantara after handing out the fruit, suddenly smiled. Her four eyes blinked now at the same time and focused on Biaosheng, as Dagon drifted away to a nearby tree. Her hands felt as if she were tearing apart the heart she had been born from. The water god had introduced himself, and she just blinked twice before answering.\n\n\"It is great to meet you, Biaosheng, my name is Xantara, Goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood.\" She smiled as she introduced herself, usually she just... Told her name to people. Her eyes shine gently. She was a nymph, usually praised for martyr and sin, some called her a muse, but... She wanted to suffer and cry under covers. Just like any mother would. Her hands were placed on her hips. Then she giggled. \"I guess our brother didn't hear you, Biaosheng.\" She said, pretty amused.\n\nIt felt like bliss, used to miss this type of interaction. She signaled Biaosheng to follow her, and she walked over to Dagon, watching him gazing at the fruit with great delish. It looked as if he wanted to devour it in a few bites. \n\n\"Brother, Biaosheng, God of flowing water and merchants. I myself I am Xantara, Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Motherhood.\" Her eyes blinked, and she took a sit, lowering her wings gently and just listens to Dagon talking about his dinner. \"We would like to meet you as well, brother.\""
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"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "Biaosheng watched Dagon drift off to a tree to enjoy his piece of fruit, the water god not feeling offended in the slightest and only chuckled. \"Oh well. A pleasure to meet you, Xantara.\"\n\nHe had not yet eaten his fruit, deciding he will probably save it for later. He wasn't that hungry as of now. As such, he would continue to hold it in his hand before placing it into his sleeve. How it stayed in there? No one will ever know. \"So what brings you here? Just getting lost in thought?\" He more or less directed this to Xantara but if Dagan wanted to answer as well, that was perfectly fine.\n\n\"Oh and please, just call me Biaosheng. No need for the 'brother' bit. We're all basically family, born from Gaia so in a sense, we're already somewhat familiar with each other in that sense.\" It was refreshing to meet 2 gods that seemed to be quite pleasant in personality. A goddess of love and motherhood, and a god of flowing water and merchants made for quite the combination of benevolent gods."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"Dagon...\" He answered her with him still studying the fruit from its simple physical appearance to its very atoms, everything that made the fruit, a fruit. \n\n\"Searching...\" He answered again this time to the Water God's question if the girl didn't provide him with an answer though he was sure the Godess would. She practically radiated with the desire to interact, you can see it in her eyes, ans the way she speaks. A pure positive force, yet. \n\nHis eyes slightly moved away from his fruit to Xantara. He wondered if it was all sunshine inside her sometimes the ones that appear to be the positive, harbor negativity underneath. \"Hmph...\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "She moved like a moth or a butterfly, craving a change in the wind. She was better off dead than wasting her hours flying wherever she shouldn't be. She was a ray of walking sunshine, or well... Someone who was pretty positive, like a mother. She loved to take care of others, and maybe even fix them. Yes, she had that complexion of always wanting to fix those who are 'broken', yet... She wanted to understand everything inside them, from the psyche and to the flesh that wasn't hers.\n\nThe goddess of love was pretty chill, watching Biaosheng grab the fruit and somehow it stayed there. She raised an eyebrow, pretty confused, how the hell was that even possible? Maybe it was just... His water powers...?? Maybe he could hold it up with his sweat??? After all, it was water. But... Gods don't sweat. She just... Had to accept the fruit wouldn't budge at all. She just kept watching it until he asked her a question, and Dagon answered first. Her curiosity peaked, she wanted to know more about his research, but first, she had to answer.\n\n\"I-\" She began. \"I was just thinking, I have been questioning myself. But these beautiful gardens are worthy of my thoughts? Those withering thoughts.\" She continued, just fixing her position, and for a moment she could feel that sensation she had when... She was a mother. Somewhere, somehow she was a mortal. But, she couldn't remember much at all, just a fuzzy feeling of insecurity. Which was weird for her, she was supposed to be perfect! But love... Love had a lot of meanings. \n\n\"I was wondering why was I born, Biaosheng, after all, Mother wants us to be here for some reason. Which would mine be?\" She said, suddenly turning away, and facing Dagon and tilting her head. She nodded at just calling him Biaosheng, but she was pretty formal with everyone, so it will be hard... Then she felt his gaze, and her four eyes focused on Dagon almost like bullets. \"What would you come here for, Biaosheng?\"\n\n\"What is your search about Dagon? I would love to know.\" She said as she lowered her green irises to Biaosheng. She chuckled and offered another fruit to Dagon."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Suddenly her eyes drifted. She was staring at the sky with those big eyes of hers. Xantara heard Dagon's question, and she just smiled gently. She didn't know... What she liked to do. She liked taking care of others. She had always thought that she might be bad, she saw other gods that were so good, and she was nothing like them. \n\n\"I like... To treat others with kindness and making... Desserts.\" She said, maybe that was her activity. She stared at the both of them flapping her wings gently. She smiled.. Once he said that it was an extensive expedition. He was very wise. Xantara looked at Dagon gently, she was someone who was always seeking to love others. And Biashong also helped. He didn't have the answers either. It relieved her to know that... Others were in the same position as her.\n\nHe was right. Life needs to keep moving. For a moment, she saw that there was no one there holding her hand. There was something missing. Her past body doesn't exist now. Isn't that lovely? Isn't it cruel? And wasn't she just a fool, just to have happily listened... \n\nTime was drifting away, yes, as a god, they had an eternity. She listened to Biaosheng and lowered her wings a little. She was not distraught. She was just taking all of the advice in. This will be so much fun. \n\n\"I see. Both of you are very wise.\" Happily waiting all in her own, under the endless sky. Counting the seconds, as thousands of years go by. \"I am glad I met you two.\""
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{
"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Puffsie of Comfort curious of their connection to the world tree, left their realm and followed the roots connecting the realms. \n\n*Oh this placee..*Puffsie observed, surprisingly being able to distinguish the realms by their roots. *Mm I didn't really have a look around did i..* Puffsie pondered with a lazy tone eyeing the roots they currently stood on. \n\nFollowing the roots, they arrive towards a gather of them with the desire to ascend them, and so they did, passing the boring base and even more boringg lower branches till they arrived at a garden.\n\nA garden of absolutely stunning qualities. \n\n*Woahhh* Puffsie squeezed out in a quiet tone, feeling the balance of this garden brought a sense of calm and comfort. \n\nDrifting along the garden on a cloud, slightly mesmerised and lost in thought unaware of anyone's presence. Reaching their hand out and carefully grazing the nature, feeling it's utmost brilliance, descending off their cloud and laying on the cool grass, the garden around them, at peace."
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{
"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": ". Who is the fourth individual now? It appears that the garden is consistently attracting more guests with each passing minute. Considering that the garden belongs to our mother, it is only natural for people to appreciate the beautiful flowers and the majestic display of trees. Dagon reclined and casually turned his head towards the direction where he anticipated the presence of the other individual.\n\nNow, which deity shall this new arrival represent? Will it be a god associated with war or perhaps an arrogant deity from the realm of technology? Dagon's curiosity piqued as he eagerly awaited their approach, preferring to hear their own words rather than interjecting in the ongoing conversation. He resettled his legs and positioned his hands behind his head in anticipation."
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"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "Biaosheng chuckled and waved off her comment. \"I'm unsure about 'wise' but I try to keep a positive outlook. I suppose that just happens when you spend time with the mortals. There's just something... Admirable about them. How we give them what we think they'll need in life and then watch them grow, innovate and invent without the powers of a god.\"\n\n\"What of your realm? Have you created one yet, Xantara? Perhaps you'll remember something by watching over your people? Or perhaps through creating something.\" Biaosheng folded his arms back into his sleeves once more, seeing a new arrival in the distance. If he met their gaze, he would nod with his head for them to join. The more the merrier!\n\n\"It seems we have yet another new god. Gaia truly doesn't skip a beat or the chance for a new creation.\" The horned god would address Xantara once more, gesture slightly with his head towards Puffie for the love goddess to see to whom he was talking about."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Xantara was still flickering her wings a little before she felt another presence enter the garden. She turned around to face the entity and smiled gently. Everyone loved this garden just like her. It was perfect, it was like a light shower she devoured. Her eyes shine gently when she turned to face Biaosheng asking her about her realm.\n\n\"I have, my creatures are very... Beautiful. After all, I am their mother. What about you Biaosheng?\" She laughed before closing her four eyes, and then opening them, looking at him and Dagon. All of them waiting for them to approach. Her wings flickered and whispered to both of them. \"Who do you think that is?\" She mentioned, before nodding at the horned god, he was truly right. Their mother never rested on creating more children. \n\nThat was truly the spirit of motherhood. \n\n\"Our mother truly is special.\""
},
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Laying in silence, Puffsie was in awe at the peace around them, closing their eyes and turning to their sense. \n\n*Huh?..* \n\nPuffsie slowly reopened their eyes, recognising a feeling, a feeling of divine presence, 3 to be exact, intrigued by this development, they ascended onto a low cloud and moving closer.\n\nTurning a corner of nature, Puffsie arrived at a river bed, beside it a tree of fruits and near that, 3 being stood. \n\nSticking both sleeve covered hands in the air, Puffsie waved as they approached the beings in question displaying their childish nature. \"Hiyaaa\" Puffsie greeted with a tired tone but magnified enough for their words to be heard. Slowly closing the gap between the four."
},
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "Oh... It one of those types, the one with the childish personality, he wonders, is it a true personality or some facade to look cute?. \n\n\"Hmph... Here comes another one\" He mutters adjusting his place on the ground as he inclined further stretching his arms before putting them back behind his head."
},
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Slowing down and stopping before the God's before them, Puffsie paid a quick look into each of the God's eyes, attempting to read them as Puffsie introduced themselves in the process. \n\n\"This place is amazinggg... I am the god of comfort Puffsie by the wayy... Nice to meet you alll...\" Spoken with their passively lazy tone. \n\nThe eyes of one, Dagon, laid a sense of judgement upon Puffsie, lightly smiling at the God, their posture suggesting a relaxed character and their stare... A complicated set of emotions. \n\nThe eyes of another, Xantara, portrayed a sense of love and care, causing Puffsie to drop their guard completely when making eye contact.\n\nThe last ones eyes, Biaosheng, brought a sense of peace, opposite of Dagon's, a calm and collected persona unbiased from first impressions.\n\nThese three had character of which Puffsie had yet to see, a nice change to their previous interactions with Gods. A sense of hope for friendship grew within them."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Her heart was beating. For a moment she felt warm and alive. It was a different feeling. It wasn't love, she knew that feeling so well. After all, she was the goddess of Love. Her eyes blinked several times. It was another type of love, not romantic love, but love for friends. Her mind wanted to control her, but gently... She waved at the cute entity before her, she waved gently. She looked at Dagon with one set of eyes, and the other two were on Puffsie. \n\nHer four eyes darted from the three of them and she smiled. She was so happy. She offered the fruit to Puffsie. One of the fruits from the trees of the garden.\n\n\"It is great to meet you, Puffsie. It is sure an amazing place. Filled with the love of our mother Gaia.\" She spoke gently before introducing herself. \"My name is Xantara, Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Motherhood. \" She smiled as a mushroom grew on her shoulder once again, as well as her white dress was in fact covered with some gray mushrooms, making it more elegant. \n\nThey looked so cute, Xantara just wanted to hug them. Yet, she didn't move an inch. She was very happy. It happens every time when the season ends. Smelting like raspberry pomegranate, it was so gentle.\n\nShe felt her body moving, loving her, pulling her. She felt this sensation in the back of her hand. Like falling asleep inside an arcade. Liquor jumping off someone's tongue. Blew it all before he won. Xantara spoke in cursive, assertive. That feeling, of someone smiling as she fell to her feet. \n\nXantara couldn't piece what it was, for some reason as she saw Puffsie, she felt stupid, selfish. Someone who could battle with her larynx, so cruel, and selfish maybe. The Love Goddess felt an instant wanting to protect this being. Sometimes they talk without thinking, and bark while they were shaking with teeth that were round and dull. \n\n\"So tell me more about yourself Puffsie, oh and please introduce yourselves.\" She addressed the other two, she was steadily pacing, trying to chase the other as she was silenced by her own tongue."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "Oh boy the elf looking one has that love energy bursting out of her a wave of positivity. Directly targeted to the new comer Dagon smiled and leans back treating this interaction like a show. Curious of the outcome once the two have acquainted each other. \n\n\"Dear sister try not to smother the little one, I don't think he has the lungs for that\" \n\nHe said looking at the river as ut flows by watching it shimmer elegantly."
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Puffsie locked their eyes on the gifted fruit before them, reaching forward and gently grasping the gift with their sleeve covered hands. Appreciation filled their mind as they stared into the crystal clear fruit.\n\n\"Mother gaia..\" Puffsie whispered subconsciously, loosing themselves slightly in perfect nature of this gift. \n\n\"Thank youu..\" Was heard next as the clouds around them became fluffier, raising their head and looking back into Xantara's eyes, full of genuine appreciation for this care.\n\n\"Well i-\" Cut off by Dagon's comment Puffsie turned towards the culprit.\n\n\"Yknoww it's courtesy to introduce yourselff..\" Informing this ego filled deity in a playful and lightly lazy tone, waving their arm in a lecturing motion."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"Eh... I don't feel like it right now\" He wanted to see the smaller ones reaction so he moved his gaze away... And snored falling asleep."
},
{
"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Puffsie pouted lightly at Dagon's response, \n\n\"Feel free to join in meaningfully to the conversation whenever then nameless deityyy\" Puffsie replied with their usual tone, acting unaffected by your hurtful taunts, lightly annoyed at your hard to get style. \n\nWitnessing you turn away and fall asleep caused Puffsie to pout harder, followed by a silly idea and a tiny smirk...\n\nOn Dagon's face a weightless cloud formed, giving him a silly moustache and a monocle. Suppressed giggles could be lightly heard from their direction failing to keep their composure from how ridiculous Dagon looked."
},
{
"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "Dagon cautiously opened a single eye, directing his gaze towards her. A gentle smile graced his countenance as he gracefully dismissed the hovering mist with a wave of his hand. \"Very funny\" He remarked, rising to his feet and leisurely rolling his shoulders, relishing the gratifying sound of joints popping as he extended his limbs. He then made his way towards the nearby river, gracefully lowering himself into a kneeling position. Delicately extracting a sizable flask from the depths of his coat pocket, he proceeded to fill it with the pristine, translucent waters. Securing the cap tightly, he pocketed the flask, ensuring its contents remained intact."
},
{
"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "\"The beginnings of my realm have begun. So far, I've created a handful of creatures but I would like for them to adapt and acclimate with the mortals before I add anymore.\" He explained though just as he said that, something moved in Biaosheng's long hair. Emerging from back behind his neck, the tiny head of a feathery, dragon-like creature appeared, sniffing and peeking around curiously. Biaosheng quickly turned his attention to the creature, reaching a hand up to let the creature know it was alright to come out.\n\n\"Ah, speaking of the topic, this was one of my first. Originally, I had no name for the species so I decided to let them roam around in Azurea and see what they would do. My people ended up naming them 'Wimdies'.\" He smiled, picking the Wimdy off his shoulder and holding it in his arms. It was no bigger than a housecat though with its blue feathered body, it appeared quite fluffy. \"This one was feeling a little ill so I took him with me to keep him warm. Though it seems he's doing just fine now, mischievous little thing.\"\n\n\"Would you like to hold him? They are friendly, I assure you.\" Biaosheng kept the Wimdy cuddled in his arms but was prepared to let Xantara hold the creature if she wished to. That was when Puffsie approached them, the draconic water god turning to greet them with a smile. \"You may call me Biaosheng, god of flowing water and merchants. It's always a pleasure to meet another one of Gaia's creations.\"\n\nHe listened to Daga play tough-love on the new god, Biaosheng rolling his eyes and replying playfully. \"Be nice, Dagon. All of us gods, new or old, all started in the same place; curious about the world we were brought into.\""
},
{
"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "Dagon would reply like any sibling would to another, giving a playful middle finger. \n\nHe stood up to his full height and placed both hands inside his pockets his feet crunching on the fallen leaves heading away from the group. \"Gonna go see if any large fish are in these waters, gitba hankering for roasted fish, bit of lemon and some rice\""
},
{
"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Xantara laughed gently while she watched the three of them. The rivers reminded her of her own, where she had cried and created life out of her tears. \n\n\"I see Biaosheng... My creatures are very silly. They worship me a lot. They even made a mural of me with a beautiful baby in my womb.\" She said, before laughing a little. Her eyes were shining as she looked at the Wimdy. Xantara without a doubt held him. \"So beautiful! My creatures are mostly hazardous. I made them that way so no one would hurt them. Except for one I am making.\" She mentioned, as she caressed the Wimdy with a mother-like nature.\n\nHer hands were soft, and her big four eyes were darting back and forth. Between their interactions. \"Oh boys calm down! And good look Dagon.\""
}
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